Braquo (2009) s01e08 Episode Script
Eddy
Sit your ass down.
Leave me alone with him.
I've so missed you, Serge.
Robbing a diamod seller and making off with 2 million worth.
one dead quard and your lawyer rotting at the bottom of a lake I don't really know what to say.
It's always extremes with you.
We can be reasonable if you're willing to meet me half way.
We know you made the anonymous call before the cashpoint robbery.
If you name the two idiots who took the coop hostage, I'll make sure you're out of jail before you kick the bucket.
I've been straight for ages.
It's not my fault that Lornach couldn't swim.
The two fairies who took part in the diamond robbery talked like there was no tomorrow.
With your record, you're looking at 20 years minimum.
Think about it.
Listen carefully.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Even if I had anything to say, it certainly wouldn't be to you.
Who would it be to, than? -Eddy Caplan.
CID graduate, class of 1992.
Know him? CID is no longer in charge of this investigation.
If you don't get me Caplan within Eddy Lemoine's going to screw us, Eddy, the bastard.
He'll take us down with him.
-Calm down.
We don't know that.
Getting pissed won't help us? -I'm not going to jail for that bastard.
What do you suggestÂ? We couldn't have shot him at the restaurant.
Chill out! We did our best, that.
s all there is to it.
Jumping down each other's throats will change nothing.
I'm off.
Tell me You've not got your knickers in a twist over Garcia, surely? His fingerprint matches the one found on Ortega's body.
Here's my report.
It describes your behaviour during our inquiries.
It says how you broke protocol to obtain fingerprint comparisions, and how this was implemented by Captain Vachewski.
There you have it.
I couldn't give a shit about the truth.
This was just about adding to the list of woes following you lot around.
One copy's going to Bernardy, another to the judge.
You can all go fuck yourselves.
Bastard! Hi Eddy.
-Hi Gabriel.
I need to speak to you.
Can you spare a minute? What the hell am I doing here? -You're here because Lemoine only wants to speak to you.
Not only does that piss me off, iy also gets me thinking.
Why you? When Lornach disappeared, we checked him out.
That's all.
He's no more than an old acquaintance.
I'd not come across him for years.
Plus, a list of Lornach's clients reads like a Who's Who of the underworld.
Every name in his diary is a potential suspect.
Why did Vanderbeke take you off the case? He always hated Bordier, and we all take the rap as a result.
He'll take any opportunity to screw us over.
Rossi's dead.
Bordier's biding his time in the south, waiting to retire.
Times change, Eddy.
So do men and methods.
It's a pity you've never accepted that.
Methods may have changed, but men havent't.
It's a pity you seem to think they have.
Lemoine's not getting out of this on my watch, regardless of any deal the two of you make.
I'm sure you understand that.
You should have been here 10 years ago.
I won't behere long.
I have friends in high places.
You have no firends.
You're nothing more than a crock.
Prision is where you belong, and you deserve nothig more.
Cops are so funny.
You still don't get what friendship means in the underworld.
Maybe you could enlighten me.
-Friendship is driven by necessity, Caplan.
I have many friends who have no desire for me to be in here.
I know to much.
Why not call them, instead of me? I'm not going back to prison.
Do you understand me, you son of a bitch? Wait I want to know what they're up to.
If you and your losers don't want to land in jail, you have 48 hours to get me out.
What are they playing at? After that, I'll start talking.
You'll come down with me.
Is that clear? And next time you hassle my woman, you bastard, you're dead men.
Got it? Motherfucker! Don't even go fucking near her! Do it again, and your a dead men, Caplan.
The bastard's having you on.
- I hope she was worth it.
What the hell's going on? Walter? This is Eddy.
If we don't get him out, we're going down.
We need an emergency meeting.
But first, I need to see Bordier.
-Okay.
Are you okay? It's not too heavy for you? Sit yourselves down.
Can you wait here for a minute? -Aren't we going to see mum? Of course you are.
I just want to talk to her first, okay? I've brought folwers, mum! -I said to wait.
It's okay, Lea.
- How beautiful I'm so happy to see you, my little man.
Come here, Lea.
-Go on.
I'm so happy to see you.
Aren't they beautiful Theo? It's me.
This is going to extra time, but it's going to be tight.
Tell Rox, okay? Okay.
What're you doing here? -We've got to talk.
My plane leaves in 30 minutes.
- You can take the next one, Louise.
Is it really important? -Yes, it iso.
Come on then.
Where'd you get these photos? According to the post mark, Max recieved them barely a month ago.
He put them straight in his safe.
Someone's shit-stirring, Eddy.
And the smell's rising much too high.
"Too high"? Vanderbeke.
-What's the connection? He was sent the same photos, plus the full version of events.
You snatched Marouane, and he died on you.
What the hell's all that got to do with Vanderbeke? For years he went hook, line and sinker for the official version the one cooked up to explain Marouane's disappearance.
His departure to Chechnya and his death in Jihad against Russia.
Now that he's learned the truth, he's decided to make life hell for those behind Marouane's death.
That means Max and you.
But what the hell for? Youssef Marouane was only his converted name.
Before that, he was called Etienne Fauque.
He was the adopted son of Fabienne Fauque and.
.
-And? Christian Vanderbeke.
Bloody hell Why did you never tell us anything, Louis? What difference would it have made? Vanderbeke was not supposed to find out what happended.
And you were not supposed to know who Marouane really was.
But now that he's set Vogel onto you, you need to know who sent the photosand what exactly they want.
I've run out of time, Louis.
What can I do, Eddy? -Nothing.
You've already done enough.
Take care.
Roland! Roland! What are you doing here? -I moght ask the same? Just visiting Morlighem's babysitter, who is also screwing Vachewski in her spare time.
Do you intend to leave her stark naked in the forest as well? Hey, that was a whore paid by Caplan to provide an alibi.
Didi you expect me to invite her over for tea and cakes? I told her who these so-called cops really are, and what she can do to help us.
And if that doesn't gee up her sense of morality.
I'll just have to be more convincing.
You're going too far, Roland.
You're using the same methods as them.
Don't start preaching, Valerie.
Turning the other cheek won't help.
We need to fight fire with fire.
I want them down on their knees.
If you don't like my methods, there's nothing forcing you to help.
We have 2 days to find the solution.
After that -Great.
How're we supposed to get him out of his cell? Ask for permission? Won't they transfer him sometime? Maybe we could get him then.
The transfer team looks after moves like that.
Those guys are super sharp.
It would be suicidal.
Eddy, that bastard could have us sent down for 20 years.
We can't just sit here till they put us in handcuffs.
Eddy, there's someone to speak to you.
Do you have time? Not today.
Have a word with Tintin.
-Maybe you should make the time.
I'm Mr.
Boussier.
I'm the lawyer of a good friend of yours.
Serge Lemoine wanted me to make sure you hadn't forgotten him.
You've got some cheek turning up here like this.
I'm acting in the best interests of my client.
Lemone's last lawyer ended up in a lake, pumped full of lead.
I wouldn't look so smug if I were you.
-Nice repartee.
I hope you continue to show the same verve while you sit out your sentence behind bars.
Are you for real? -Theo! Hey! Stop! If I don't hear from you before tomorrow evening, don't bother calling at all.
Whore Three officers in Seine Saint Denis.
Repeated touching and forced sexual acts with several prostitutes.
You're looking after it.
You're dropped from the case concerning Rossi and co.
Was this your idea? Your? Vanderbek's? Or maybe it was both of you? That's irrelevant.
You interview the plainiffs tomorrow moning at 9.
What do you want? -To talk about Vogel.
Clear off or cuff me.
It's your choice.
-I've been taken off the investigation.
What exactly do you want, then? -It's Vanderbeke who is really after you.
Vogel is just his henchman.
-But they have nothing on us.
They'll find something.
I have no idea what, but be your downfall.
Exactly what do yo want? -To go to sleep knowing I didn't push Rossi to suicide or stand back and allow Claude Delgado to die.
And if you go down, I want it to be by legal means, not thanks to tactics used by crooks.
If you want absolution, you can shove it up your little ass.
I've lost a friend: Delgado her father.
Your bullshit remorse doesn't cut it.
Go back to your papreclips.
You'll get over it.
I'm reporting Vogel's conduct and need evidence, for example from Nina Cherkaoui.
Think about it, okay? What's wrong? -Nothing.
What's the matter.
Tell me.
Is it because Vogel spoke to me? -No.
You won't be seeing him again, don't worry.
I'm worried about you, not me.
I'm sorry, Nina.
What for? It's just that before, I never gave a shit about anything.
Now I've met you, I don't want to lose you.
Why would you lose me? -For nothing.
Bordier.
What do you want? -You know very well.
Neither Rossi nor Caplan knew who Marouane really was.
What difference does that make? I was the only one who knew he was your son.
How moving A boss prepared to sacrifice himself for his men.
If you'd controlled them then, you wouldn't be here grovelling so desperately now.
Isn't it enough for you that Rossi is dead? No, it is not enough for me, nor for others.
Who? The shit-stirrer who sent you the photos, perhaps? Don't you ever wonder why he's got you doing his dirty work for him.
That's just it, Bordier.
Marouane's death was not just the death of the adopted son of Christian Vanderbeke! All this shit-stirring means Caplan must be taken out of the equation.
But that's no longer yor business.
Look forward to your retirement.
Forget all this or at least pretend to.
I assure you, it's in your best interests to do so.
Hello.
Coffee? -No thanks.
I'm going back down South this evening.
This is all moving too fast, Eddy.
I'm confused by what's happening.
I need some thinking space to process it all.
I'm going to hand in my badge and quit the police, Helene.
Someone told me I belong to another era, and I think he's right.
If I stay, I'll end up like Max.
What will you do? -I've got one last case to complete.
Then I'll start thinking about it.
I need space as well.
I need to process everything.
Give me a bit of time.
I'll call you, I promise What do you mean? Do you still heve nothing on them? For the time being, nothing definite.
If you've come to tell me this is too complex for you This might be of interest to you.
What's Lemoine got to do with this? -He and Caplan have met before, and I'm sure it wasn't a simple police inquiry.
What do you mean? -I can't say for sure, but I do know Lemoine asced to see Caplan after less than an hour of questioning.
So what? -I doubt Lemoine will admit a thing, but grassing up cops Do you mean you want me to deal with a crook with a criminal record as long as my arm? I knew this case stank but I didn't know it was that bad I thought all this would stay dead and buried, but I was cleary mistaken.
-I just don't get it.
Who and what is behind it all? -I don't know.
But I'm sure that bugger, Vanderbeke, wasn't bluffing.
He's no longer the only one you need to worry about.
Even if you screw him, the others will just take over.
Whether it's Vanderbeke or someone else doesn't make much difference.
Desperate times desperate measures.
Snatching Lemoine is too risky.
That would be the biggest mistake of your life.
Our biggest mistake was thinking we could clear Max's name.
We didn't understand that Max took to his grave what little faith we still had in this shit job.
Our survival instict is all we have left now.
We've cut loose from our mornings.
No one can help us now, not even you.
Bloody hell.
I never saw it coming to this, Eddy.
No.
I never saw it coming to this.
What's this? -An administrative inquiry report.
Assault, coercion of witnesses, tailing and ilegal phone tapping Oh, and I nearly forgot.
Death caused by endangering the lives of others.
There's a copy on the Superintendent's desk.
It's all over, Roland.
-You can't do this.
On the contrary, I should have done it long ago.
-You shouldn't have done this.
You're finished, Valerie, finished! Do you hear? Finished! I need explanations, Eddy.
-Fire away.
We can talk here.
As you wish.
We found Lemoine's woman.
We questioned her.
She never told Lemoine that you'd touched her.
She's never even seen you before.
Why did Lemoine make that up? -How should I know? I think you and Lemoine were trying to fool me, and that he had a message for you.
Slow down, Gabriel, why the paranoia? Vanderbeke is taking Lemoine out of custody for a personal interview.
So what? -Well, Lemoine asks to see you and gives yo a message.
Vanderbeke then decides to interview him face to face, bypassing the examining magistrate and myself.
What am I supposed to think? Are Lemoine, Vanderbeke and Caplan all out to screw Marceau? Well, I'm not going to wait to hear your answer.
I trusted you, Eddy.
I thought you could understand certain things.
I was obviously mistaken.
What the hell's this mess, Eddy? -Our opportuny.
Our opportunity? How's that? Security will be minimal when Lemoine's in Vanderbeke's office.
We won't need to get him ourselves if he's able to let himself out.
What's the plan? -Us 3 will go to his office tonight.
I'm coming with you.
-No.
We need someone to be on call here.
Walter, you'll pick up a car from Rocky.
Pick me up around 10pm, with the equipment.
You go wih Walter, Theo.
-Okay.
Why're you leaving me on the sideline, Eddy? You souldn't be there.
-That's not for you to decide.
If and when we get Lemoine out, what do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to put bullets in his head and let him rot in a hole in Fontainbleau.
We won' be cops after that.
You're not involved yet.
If we go down, you can avoid jail.
My dad languished on the sidelines because of decisions he regretted.
I won't make the same mistake.
I'm part of the group, that's all.
-Okay.
Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr.
Boussier, please.
This is Commander Caplan.
Well? -The Prosecutor left half an hour ago.
He's on the second floor, right aisle.
Let's go.
Okay Walter, let's get out of here.
Bouchier? This is Caplan.
It's all sorted.
It's done.
Are you on duty? This is from Caplan.
It was on my desk.
Had you heard? -Heard what? It's a letter of resignation with a 15-day notice period.
Didn't he mention anything? Aren't yo surprised? -Max's death was a real blow.
Eddy must have thought it was time to bow out.
I need to put forward a list of candidates to take over as Captain.
I thought of you, Lieutenant.
The chief of police can't get me a replacement for 6 months.
I need to know this group is in safe hands in the meantime.
What this group needs is a leader.
I don't fit the bill.
That's an honest statement, Lietenant.
Please consider it.
I want an answer before Caplan leaves.
No one knows why Vanderbeke wants to talk to Lemoine one to one.
Even the judge is in the dark.
But I want to know what it's all about.
Why does it matter if he speaks to Lemoine? Lemoine's going down for time, if only because of the shoot-out.
Plus, given his record, if we start scratching we're sure to find more to pin on him.
But there's no guarantee it'll stick if a last-minute deal comes to his rescue.
"A deal"? What kind of deal? So what now? -The judge is bricking it but I won't lie down.
We go to attnd the hearing.
Okay.
So you attend, and what will you tell the Prosecutor? I'll ask for an explanation.
Now Lemoine's in our grasp.
We're not letting go.
Do you agree? Let's go, than.
What is this pile of rubbish? A report on the professional conduct of Captain Roland Vogel.
Wrong answer.
It's a passport to nowhere.
It's career-ending.
Do you really want that? Vogel has broken the law and behaved like a bastard.
He caused a death.
I thought you'd be with me on this.
-I couldn't give a shit about Vogel.
It's you I'm talking about.
If I submit this file, there'll be no going back.
-I don't intend to do so.
But Valerie! What about your career? You'll spend your life being posted to the ass-end of nowhere.
You used to go on about us being a model of excellence.
Was that just twaddle? Or smart talk to get interns into your bed? -Stop it.
If you don't submit it, I'll go over your head.
I'll do what I have to.
-You're so stubborn.
I heard about your resignation.
Don't worry.
I didn't tell them anything.
I don't expect any explanations, either.
Michelle Bernardi offered to make me Captain, and to promote me to your position as well.
Accept it.
If you want it, do it.
You're a good cop with good insticts.
That's all you need to lead a group.
I'd have done the same as Bernardi.
You deserve it.
I'm going outside the courts to let you know when Lemoine arrives.
Roxane, you stand guard near the Prosecutor's office, in case Lemoine tries tricking us.
You two in the van, get Lemoine when he comes out.
If he doesn't try to screw us over, we get the motherfucker and do one.
Otherwise, we improvise.
Dos that sound okay? Walter! Eddy, I'm by the Prosecutor's office.
Okay, he's arrived.
I repeat, he's arrived.
I have a request to pu to you about Valerie Borg.
-Don't worry about that.
I've already taken the necessary steps.
She'll be out of your department in a week.
He's entered the office.
Uncuff him.
-That's not procedure -I set the procedure.
Please leave us now.
Rox? Brigadier? Drop your gun! Drop them! Now, get back! He's just got the two ordierlies in.
Get the handcuffs and cuff the two of you to the radiator.
Do it! On your knees, bitch.
On your knees! Okay, he's just come out of the office.
Marceau's just arrived with his deputy.
Rox.
What's going on? Rox! -We walked the other way.
Where the hell are you now? -No idea.
I'm getting my bearings.
Okay, received.
Fucking hell! Shit! Marceau to all units.
Lemoine has got out of Vanderbeke's office.
Block all exits.
Eddy!We're above you.
We'll come down the fire stars.
Okay, we're waiting.
Shit! The Organised Crime Squad! Hands up! Let me see your hands! Get out! Get out, damnit! Turn around! Get down on the floor! Face down! -Face down, for fuck's sake! Okay, you bunch of queens.
What the plan? -Shut the fuck up! Fuck you, Caplan.
If only you knew how I'm screwing you right now.
You think I'd give meself up to you, when you want to see me dead? Get on your knees.
You should've thought of it before.
-Oh, but I did.
With the help of your two friends Vogel and Vanderbeke.
I warned you, Caplan.
I warned you.
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Leave me alone with him.
I've so missed you, Serge.
Robbing a diamod seller and making off with 2 million worth.
one dead quard and your lawyer rotting at the bottom of a lake I don't really know what to say.
It's always extremes with you.
We can be reasonable if you're willing to meet me half way.
We know you made the anonymous call before the cashpoint robbery.
If you name the two idiots who took the coop hostage, I'll make sure you're out of jail before you kick the bucket.
I've been straight for ages.
It's not my fault that Lornach couldn't swim.
The two fairies who took part in the diamond robbery talked like there was no tomorrow.
With your record, you're looking at 20 years minimum.
Think about it.
Listen carefully.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Even if I had anything to say, it certainly wouldn't be to you.
Who would it be to, than? -Eddy Caplan.
CID graduate, class of 1992.
Know him? CID is no longer in charge of this investigation.
If you don't get me Caplan within Eddy Lemoine's going to screw us, Eddy, the bastard.
He'll take us down with him.
-Calm down.
We don't know that.
Getting pissed won't help us? -I'm not going to jail for that bastard.
What do you suggestÂ? We couldn't have shot him at the restaurant.
Chill out! We did our best, that.
s all there is to it.
Jumping down each other's throats will change nothing.
I'm off.
Tell me You've not got your knickers in a twist over Garcia, surely? His fingerprint matches the one found on Ortega's body.
Here's my report.
It describes your behaviour during our inquiries.
It says how you broke protocol to obtain fingerprint comparisions, and how this was implemented by Captain Vachewski.
There you have it.
I couldn't give a shit about the truth.
This was just about adding to the list of woes following you lot around.
One copy's going to Bernardy, another to the judge.
You can all go fuck yourselves.
Bastard! Hi Eddy.
-Hi Gabriel.
I need to speak to you.
Can you spare a minute? What the hell am I doing here? -You're here because Lemoine only wants to speak to you.
Not only does that piss me off, iy also gets me thinking.
Why you? When Lornach disappeared, we checked him out.
That's all.
He's no more than an old acquaintance.
I'd not come across him for years.
Plus, a list of Lornach's clients reads like a Who's Who of the underworld.
Every name in his diary is a potential suspect.
Why did Vanderbeke take you off the case? He always hated Bordier, and we all take the rap as a result.
He'll take any opportunity to screw us over.
Rossi's dead.
Bordier's biding his time in the south, waiting to retire.
Times change, Eddy.
So do men and methods.
It's a pity you've never accepted that.
Methods may have changed, but men havent't.
It's a pity you seem to think they have.
Lemoine's not getting out of this on my watch, regardless of any deal the two of you make.
I'm sure you understand that.
You should have been here 10 years ago.
I won't behere long.
I have friends in high places.
You have no firends.
You're nothing more than a crock.
Prision is where you belong, and you deserve nothig more.
Cops are so funny.
You still don't get what friendship means in the underworld.
Maybe you could enlighten me.
-Friendship is driven by necessity, Caplan.
I have many friends who have no desire for me to be in here.
I know to much.
Why not call them, instead of me? I'm not going back to prison.
Do you understand me, you son of a bitch? Wait I want to know what they're up to.
If you and your losers don't want to land in jail, you have 48 hours to get me out.
What are they playing at? After that, I'll start talking.
You'll come down with me.
Is that clear? And next time you hassle my woman, you bastard, you're dead men.
Got it? Motherfucker! Don't even go fucking near her! Do it again, and your a dead men, Caplan.
The bastard's having you on.
- I hope she was worth it.
What the hell's going on? Walter? This is Eddy.
If we don't get him out, we're going down.
We need an emergency meeting.
But first, I need to see Bordier.
-Okay.
Are you okay? It's not too heavy for you? Sit yourselves down.
Can you wait here for a minute? -Aren't we going to see mum? Of course you are.
I just want to talk to her first, okay? I've brought folwers, mum! -I said to wait.
It's okay, Lea.
- How beautiful I'm so happy to see you, my little man.
Come here, Lea.
-Go on.
I'm so happy to see you.
Aren't they beautiful Theo? It's me.
This is going to extra time, but it's going to be tight.
Tell Rox, okay? Okay.
What're you doing here? -We've got to talk.
My plane leaves in 30 minutes.
- You can take the next one, Louise.
Is it really important? -Yes, it iso.
Come on then.
Where'd you get these photos? According to the post mark, Max recieved them barely a month ago.
He put them straight in his safe.
Someone's shit-stirring, Eddy.
And the smell's rising much too high.
"Too high"? Vanderbeke.
-What's the connection? He was sent the same photos, plus the full version of events.
You snatched Marouane, and he died on you.
What the hell's all that got to do with Vanderbeke? For years he went hook, line and sinker for the official version the one cooked up to explain Marouane's disappearance.
His departure to Chechnya and his death in Jihad against Russia.
Now that he's learned the truth, he's decided to make life hell for those behind Marouane's death.
That means Max and you.
But what the hell for? Youssef Marouane was only his converted name.
Before that, he was called Etienne Fauque.
He was the adopted son of Fabienne Fauque and.
.
-And? Christian Vanderbeke.
Bloody hell Why did you never tell us anything, Louis? What difference would it have made? Vanderbeke was not supposed to find out what happended.
And you were not supposed to know who Marouane really was.
But now that he's set Vogel onto you, you need to know who sent the photosand what exactly they want.
I've run out of time, Louis.
What can I do, Eddy? -Nothing.
You've already done enough.
Take care.
Roland! Roland! What are you doing here? -I moght ask the same? Just visiting Morlighem's babysitter, who is also screwing Vachewski in her spare time.
Do you intend to leave her stark naked in the forest as well? Hey, that was a whore paid by Caplan to provide an alibi.
Didi you expect me to invite her over for tea and cakes? I told her who these so-called cops really are, and what she can do to help us.
And if that doesn't gee up her sense of morality.
I'll just have to be more convincing.
You're going too far, Roland.
You're using the same methods as them.
Don't start preaching, Valerie.
Turning the other cheek won't help.
We need to fight fire with fire.
I want them down on their knees.
If you don't like my methods, there's nothing forcing you to help.
We have 2 days to find the solution.
After that -Great.
How're we supposed to get him out of his cell? Ask for permission? Won't they transfer him sometime? Maybe we could get him then.
The transfer team looks after moves like that.
Those guys are super sharp.
It would be suicidal.
Eddy, that bastard could have us sent down for 20 years.
We can't just sit here till they put us in handcuffs.
Eddy, there's someone to speak to you.
Do you have time? Not today.
Have a word with Tintin.
-Maybe you should make the time.
I'm Mr.
Boussier.
I'm the lawyer of a good friend of yours.
Serge Lemoine wanted me to make sure you hadn't forgotten him.
You've got some cheek turning up here like this.
I'm acting in the best interests of my client.
Lemone's last lawyer ended up in a lake, pumped full of lead.
I wouldn't look so smug if I were you.
-Nice repartee.
I hope you continue to show the same verve while you sit out your sentence behind bars.
Are you for real? -Theo! Hey! Stop! If I don't hear from you before tomorrow evening, don't bother calling at all.
Whore Three officers in Seine Saint Denis.
Repeated touching and forced sexual acts with several prostitutes.
You're looking after it.
You're dropped from the case concerning Rossi and co.
Was this your idea? Your? Vanderbek's? Or maybe it was both of you? That's irrelevant.
You interview the plainiffs tomorrow moning at 9.
What do you want? -To talk about Vogel.
Clear off or cuff me.
It's your choice.
-I've been taken off the investigation.
What exactly do you want, then? -It's Vanderbeke who is really after you.
Vogel is just his henchman.
-But they have nothing on us.
They'll find something.
I have no idea what, but be your downfall.
Exactly what do yo want? -To go to sleep knowing I didn't push Rossi to suicide or stand back and allow Claude Delgado to die.
And if you go down, I want it to be by legal means, not thanks to tactics used by crooks.
If you want absolution, you can shove it up your little ass.
I've lost a friend: Delgado her father.
Your bullshit remorse doesn't cut it.
Go back to your papreclips.
You'll get over it.
I'm reporting Vogel's conduct and need evidence, for example from Nina Cherkaoui.
Think about it, okay? What's wrong? -Nothing.
What's the matter.
Tell me.
Is it because Vogel spoke to me? -No.
You won't be seeing him again, don't worry.
I'm worried about you, not me.
I'm sorry, Nina.
What for? It's just that before, I never gave a shit about anything.
Now I've met you, I don't want to lose you.
Why would you lose me? -For nothing.
Bordier.
What do you want? -You know very well.
Neither Rossi nor Caplan knew who Marouane really was.
What difference does that make? I was the only one who knew he was your son.
How moving A boss prepared to sacrifice himself for his men.
If you'd controlled them then, you wouldn't be here grovelling so desperately now.
Isn't it enough for you that Rossi is dead? No, it is not enough for me, nor for others.
Who? The shit-stirrer who sent you the photos, perhaps? Don't you ever wonder why he's got you doing his dirty work for him.
That's just it, Bordier.
Marouane's death was not just the death of the adopted son of Christian Vanderbeke! All this shit-stirring means Caplan must be taken out of the equation.
But that's no longer yor business.
Look forward to your retirement.
Forget all this or at least pretend to.
I assure you, it's in your best interests to do so.
Hello.
Coffee? -No thanks.
I'm going back down South this evening.
This is all moving too fast, Eddy.
I'm confused by what's happening.
I need some thinking space to process it all.
I'm going to hand in my badge and quit the police, Helene.
Someone told me I belong to another era, and I think he's right.
If I stay, I'll end up like Max.
What will you do? -I've got one last case to complete.
Then I'll start thinking about it.
I need space as well.
I need to process everything.
Give me a bit of time.
I'll call you, I promise What do you mean? Do you still heve nothing on them? For the time being, nothing definite.
If you've come to tell me this is too complex for you This might be of interest to you.
What's Lemoine got to do with this? -He and Caplan have met before, and I'm sure it wasn't a simple police inquiry.
What do you mean? -I can't say for sure, but I do know Lemoine asced to see Caplan after less than an hour of questioning.
So what? -I doubt Lemoine will admit a thing, but grassing up cops Do you mean you want me to deal with a crook with a criminal record as long as my arm? I knew this case stank but I didn't know it was that bad I thought all this would stay dead and buried, but I was cleary mistaken.
-I just don't get it.
Who and what is behind it all? -I don't know.
But I'm sure that bugger, Vanderbeke, wasn't bluffing.
He's no longer the only one you need to worry about.
Even if you screw him, the others will just take over.
Whether it's Vanderbeke or someone else doesn't make much difference.
Desperate times desperate measures.
Snatching Lemoine is too risky.
That would be the biggest mistake of your life.
Our biggest mistake was thinking we could clear Max's name.
We didn't understand that Max took to his grave what little faith we still had in this shit job.
Our survival instict is all we have left now.
We've cut loose from our mornings.
No one can help us now, not even you.
Bloody hell.
I never saw it coming to this, Eddy.
No.
I never saw it coming to this.
What's this? -An administrative inquiry report.
Assault, coercion of witnesses, tailing and ilegal phone tapping Oh, and I nearly forgot.
Death caused by endangering the lives of others.
There's a copy on the Superintendent's desk.
It's all over, Roland.
-You can't do this.
On the contrary, I should have done it long ago.
-You shouldn't have done this.
You're finished, Valerie, finished! Do you hear? Finished! I need explanations, Eddy.
-Fire away.
We can talk here.
As you wish.
We found Lemoine's woman.
We questioned her.
She never told Lemoine that you'd touched her.
She's never even seen you before.
Why did Lemoine make that up? -How should I know? I think you and Lemoine were trying to fool me, and that he had a message for you.
Slow down, Gabriel, why the paranoia? Vanderbeke is taking Lemoine out of custody for a personal interview.
So what? -Well, Lemoine asks to see you and gives yo a message.
Vanderbeke then decides to interview him face to face, bypassing the examining magistrate and myself.
What am I supposed to think? Are Lemoine, Vanderbeke and Caplan all out to screw Marceau? Well, I'm not going to wait to hear your answer.
I trusted you, Eddy.
I thought you could understand certain things.
I was obviously mistaken.
What the hell's this mess, Eddy? -Our opportuny.
Our opportunity? How's that? Security will be minimal when Lemoine's in Vanderbeke's office.
We won't need to get him ourselves if he's able to let himself out.
What's the plan? -Us 3 will go to his office tonight.
I'm coming with you.
-No.
We need someone to be on call here.
Walter, you'll pick up a car from Rocky.
Pick me up around 10pm, with the equipment.
You go wih Walter, Theo.
-Okay.
Why're you leaving me on the sideline, Eddy? You souldn't be there.
-That's not for you to decide.
If and when we get Lemoine out, what do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to put bullets in his head and let him rot in a hole in Fontainbleau.
We won' be cops after that.
You're not involved yet.
If we go down, you can avoid jail.
My dad languished on the sidelines because of decisions he regretted.
I won't make the same mistake.
I'm part of the group, that's all.
-Okay.
Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr.
Boussier, please.
This is Commander Caplan.
Well? -The Prosecutor left half an hour ago.
He's on the second floor, right aisle.
Let's go.
Okay Walter, let's get out of here.
Bouchier? This is Caplan.
It's all sorted.
It's done.
Are you on duty? This is from Caplan.
It was on my desk.
Had you heard? -Heard what? It's a letter of resignation with a 15-day notice period.
Didn't he mention anything? Aren't yo surprised? -Max's death was a real blow.
Eddy must have thought it was time to bow out.
I need to put forward a list of candidates to take over as Captain.
I thought of you, Lieutenant.
The chief of police can't get me a replacement for 6 months.
I need to know this group is in safe hands in the meantime.
What this group needs is a leader.
I don't fit the bill.
That's an honest statement, Lietenant.
Please consider it.
I want an answer before Caplan leaves.
No one knows why Vanderbeke wants to talk to Lemoine one to one.
Even the judge is in the dark.
But I want to know what it's all about.
Why does it matter if he speaks to Lemoine? Lemoine's going down for time, if only because of the shoot-out.
Plus, given his record, if we start scratching we're sure to find more to pin on him.
But there's no guarantee it'll stick if a last-minute deal comes to his rescue.
"A deal"? What kind of deal? So what now? -The judge is bricking it but I won't lie down.
We go to attnd the hearing.
Okay.
So you attend, and what will you tell the Prosecutor? I'll ask for an explanation.
Now Lemoine's in our grasp.
We're not letting go.
Do you agree? Let's go, than.
What is this pile of rubbish? A report on the professional conduct of Captain Roland Vogel.
Wrong answer.
It's a passport to nowhere.
It's career-ending.
Do you really want that? Vogel has broken the law and behaved like a bastard.
He caused a death.
I thought you'd be with me on this.
-I couldn't give a shit about Vogel.
It's you I'm talking about.
If I submit this file, there'll be no going back.
-I don't intend to do so.
But Valerie! What about your career? You'll spend your life being posted to the ass-end of nowhere.
You used to go on about us being a model of excellence.
Was that just twaddle? Or smart talk to get interns into your bed? -Stop it.
If you don't submit it, I'll go over your head.
I'll do what I have to.
-You're so stubborn.
I heard about your resignation.
Don't worry.
I didn't tell them anything.
I don't expect any explanations, either.
Michelle Bernardi offered to make me Captain, and to promote me to your position as well.
Accept it.
If you want it, do it.
You're a good cop with good insticts.
That's all you need to lead a group.
I'd have done the same as Bernardi.
You deserve it.
I'm going outside the courts to let you know when Lemoine arrives.
Roxane, you stand guard near the Prosecutor's office, in case Lemoine tries tricking us.
You two in the van, get Lemoine when he comes out.
If he doesn't try to screw us over, we get the motherfucker and do one.
Otherwise, we improvise.
Dos that sound okay? Walter! Eddy, I'm by the Prosecutor's office.
Okay, he's arrived.
I repeat, he's arrived.
I have a request to pu to you about Valerie Borg.
-Don't worry about that.
I've already taken the necessary steps.
She'll be out of your department in a week.
He's entered the office.
Uncuff him.
-That's not procedure -I set the procedure.
Please leave us now.
Rox? Brigadier? Drop your gun! Drop them! Now, get back! He's just got the two ordierlies in.
Get the handcuffs and cuff the two of you to the radiator.
Do it! On your knees, bitch.
On your knees! Okay, he's just come out of the office.
Marceau's just arrived with his deputy.
Rox.
What's going on? Rox! -We walked the other way.
Where the hell are you now? -No idea.
I'm getting my bearings.
Okay, received.
Fucking hell! Shit! Marceau to all units.
Lemoine has got out of Vanderbeke's office.
Block all exits.
Eddy!We're above you.
We'll come down the fire stars.
Okay, we're waiting.
Shit! The Organised Crime Squad! Hands up! Let me see your hands! Get out! Get out, damnit! Turn around! Get down on the floor! Face down! -Face down, for fuck's sake! Okay, you bunch of queens.
What the plan? -Shut the fuck up! Fuck you, Caplan.
If only you knew how I'm screwing you right now.
You think I'd give meself up to you, when you want to see me dead? Get on your knees.
You should've thought of it before.
-Oh, but I did.
With the help of your two friends Vogel and Vanderbeke.
I warned you, Caplan.
I warned you.
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