Is Marius in?
I got a present for his boy, Ali.
It's from the Shaft.
Salam aleikum, brother!
Aleikum salam, Marius.
I've missed you, brother. Really.
How long has it been?
Guys our age shouldn't count!
Captain Paul Nerteaux. My superior officer.
A little something...
for my dear Ali.
Schiffer, you didn't drag your ass here
to give me a present for my son.
3 women you smuggled in were found dead.
Tortured, disfigured.
Friend, what are you talking about?
Their files!
Schiffer...
you don't make the rules like in the old days.
You're not the Shaft now.
Marius, give us their files, and we're gone.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do that.
I destroyed them.
No traces, no troubles.
Watch the door!
Watch the door, I said!
Don't move! Hands up!
Turn around!
The files, or you're dead!
Face the wall!
Get down!
The files!
Turn around, get down!
The files, Marius!
- I swear I don't have them! - Schiffer. Stop it!
The files!
Nobody move!
In the closet!
Don't move!
Behind you!
A doctor...
Have mercy...
A doctor...
A doctor... have mercy...
Where do you think you are?
Those are fascist methods!
We're the law! You heard of the law?
I know only one law. Mine.
Screw you! Those methods are against my principles!
Marius is a scumbag!
He controls his girls by mutilating their kids back home.
Look!
Godammit! Look!
They're all alike...
They're almost identical!
You were right.
Your killer is obsessed by the same face.
How did he find such lookalikes?
With these I can question their bosses.
They won't tell you anything.
The neighborhood's protecting the killer.
Why?
They're scared to death, kid.
You'll have to rip out the truth,
the way I ripped out those files.
You need me, kid.
You never needed me more.
Stop calling me "kid".
It bugs me.
Who is it?
Anna.
What's going on?
I'm not crazy.
They erased my memory.
They erased my face.
What are you talking about?
Laurent, my husband.
Him and all his cop pals.
Come inside.
Come...
Think.
We have to find her.
And fast.
You!
You must know something about her that could help,
Prof. Ackerman.
I don't have much to work with.
We chose her because we could erase her personality
without much resistance.
Find her. You have 24 hours.
Or else...
I'm cleaning house.
Anna!
Did you tell anyone of your visit here?
No one!
Mathilde...
What's going on? What did they do to me?
I called a biologist friend.
Ackerman's institute does memory research for the army.
What kind of research?
Secret research.
Why did they do it?
Why did my husband?
Laurent?
He may not be my husband?
Anything's possible.
But why me?
We have to find out who you really are.
How? I remember nothing.
- One thing can remember for you. - What?
Your body.
He's an old friend.
I said you had a bad car crash.
You lost your face, ID, memory.
So we don't know who you are. Got it?
Mathilde...
Why are you doing this for me?
Sheer scientific interest.
A blood test will tell us who I am?
The body remembers outside contacts.
It's like vaccines:
Exposure to a virus makes you produce antibodies for years.
It works for a disease, and for the rest.
Here...
The toilets are over there.
You're wasting your time.
You pull any shit.
You'll whack me?
Sure...
So laugh...
Don't worry, change of technique.
I'll be finesse itself.
Behave, we're meeting a fine lady.
Ruya Berkes used to work here.
What can you tell me?
The girls don't dare go out.
Redheads dye their hair, the area's cursed.
What do you think?
Azra�l is here, stealing our girls.
Who?
The angel of death.
His faithful are all over.
Your dumb beliefs always amused me.
Don't waste my time!
Now what?
What are we looking for?
The killer has someone working for him.
To round them up.
Basement 34, right?
Sir?
Police!
Stop!
No, Schiffer!
- Who do you work for? - Lay off! Gurdilek protects me.
Cut it out!
Screw Gurdilek! Why'd you round up that girl?
- Who do you work for? - Bozkurt!
Bozkurt!
- No, let go of him. - Don't be dumb, kid!
Never call me kid again! Shut up!
Shut up!
Stop! You heard what that guy said:
The Gray Wolves. Bozkurt! A far right Turkish group.
There's no serial killer!
Stop it, you're way off.
We must find a woman, not a killer.
What woman?
- What woman? - The one the Gray Wolves want.
They've messed up 3 times: They'll do it again!
We need the prey, not the hunter.
Look!
Their sign!
A wolf's head.
I'm sorry.
I found nothing.
You live near a nuclear power plant?
No, why?
You have a high level of radioactivity.
And the red blood cells of a top athlete.
Is that all?
You've endured extreme violence.
Well beyond human tolerance.
Look!
I hadn't noticed that spot on your nail.
Nicotine, maybe...
You noticed I smoke?
Yes, too much. But that's not nicotine.
It's henna.
My catalog of substances says...
this stain is a specific vegetable compound.
A rare henna, grown in northern Anatolia.
It also explains the silicium level in your pulmonary glands.
In a previous life, you were Turkish.
Schiffer! You two hitting it off?
Fine. He tried to waste me.
Coffee?
You're worse than I was at your age.
You'll come to a sticky end.
The funeral of one of their leaders.
Is that their sign?
They're right wing fanatics.
They believe gray wolves
saved the Turkish people, centuries ago.
Ismail Kudseyi,
the most dangerous mafioso in Istanbul.
He's into nationalism,
corruption, drugs.
They say he kidnaps orphans in the countryside
to indoctrinate them.
Turns them into killing machines.
They're sickos.
Why do they want that girl?
No idea.
Disappointed?
You preferred your serial killer?
The problem's the same.
We gotta find her before they do.
Why take risks for an illegal you don't know?
It's my job.
A beautiful woman.
She your mother?
She was your mother.
How do you know that?
It's my job.
That why you became a cop?
It's not my first serial killer.
I lost my mother when I was 7.
I became a cop to find her killer.
There...
I reopened the file.
I learned to live with a ghost.
Now it's too late, I won't find him.
But for her it's not too late.
Gonna nap here? Or come see Gurdilek?
You know Gurdilek?
No, but that guy named him. You must know where he hangs out.
But finesse, remember?
Finesse itself.
Gurdilek came to France when he was 15,
hidden in the hold of a tanker-truck.
Sadly for him,
it was carrying acid, and the tank leaked.
The other illegals died.
Gurdilek was alive, but his throat
and lungs were burned out.
He breathes mentholated vapors all day.
It gave him the drive to become top dog.
Salam aleikum, Talat.
Sorry to disturb you during your ablutions.
The Shaft! You're back from the dead?
More like the dead brought me back.
Come closer... With Captain Nerteaux.
When will you stop the massacre?
We're in France. It's your job to protect us.
Cut the crap. You know the Wolves are here. Why?
Who are they looking for?
I run this neighborhood, not my country.
Don't disrespect me.
Who's the girl they want?
This business is rooted in the old country.
How do they pick the girls?
They have a picture.
It can't be very good:
They've been wrong 3 times!
Don't play with me. Your friend here knows everything.
Everything about what?
When the Wolves took the first girl, 3 months ago,
there was a big fuss.
The cops came.
They took another girl away.
The Wolves injured her when she tried to...
It's the Wolves!
The cops silenced a witness. What's going on?
Run! Think later!
The girl the cops took in saw something.
I told you, this thing's none of our business.
If that's your attitude...
I'll go check out that booking.
Alone!
- What's all this? - Shootout in the Turkish baths.
Really?
I remember you. You came before.
About the seamstress murders.
Good memory.
Now I'm here about...
A raid in a Turkish sweatshop, 3 months ago?
That's asking too much, Captain.
Can I see the log book?
Thanks.
Turkish illegal arrested.
Cover-up attempt.
Think you'll nab him?
- Who? - Your serial killer!
Know what?
Tell me who was on duty, and we'll toast his arrest together.
Thursday.
- It was It. Beauvanier. - Can I talk to him?
He was transferred to Nice.
Is she the girl you want?
Sorry?
I was here when Beauvanier brought her in.
What did she look like?
Brunette, skinny, shaking. I got her a blanket.
Did she say anything?
- She was babbling... - In Turkish?
No, in French.
She talked about moons, wolves...
And a night... with 4 moons. I remember that.
- What did Beauvanier do with her? - Nothing.
Other officers came for her next morning.
- From lmmigration? - No.
Anti-terrorism cops.
Lighten the eyes.
The nose thinner.
Go up a bit.
Down a bit.
That's about it.
Professor Ackerman?
Please hold for the Chief Inspector.
Charlier?
A driver will bring you here.
Why? The 24 hours aren't up! Laurent'll find her.
Shit!
Anna? Laurent's looking all over for you.
Anna Heymes is dead. Or never existed.
What are you talking about?
Someone here wants to tell the media about your experiments.
Mathilde Urano. I'm a psychiatrist.
Let's not stay here.
I made a discovery about the radioactive tracer used in a PETscan.
Oxygen-15?
At high doses, it can influence your memory.
You confuse what you're told with real life.
You injected her with memories?
Which replaced her personality.
What for?
- It was Charlier's idea. - Who?
Philippe Charlier.
A top cop in Anti-terrorism.
He'd heard of my work.
After 9/11,
he started a secret program to infiltrate terrorists:
You kidnap one, and turn him into an informer.
Am I a terrorist?
No, you were just a test,
an experiment.
We used you to see how far we could go.
So...
it was all lies?
Yes, from your husband to the janitor.
You were living in a laboratory.
Even the dinners with the cops were a test.
Everything was filmed, recorded.
For a month, it worked fine.
Until your memory lapses started.
Then I realized we'd screwed up.
What were you going to do with me... later?
Wasn't my problem.
Who am I?
A Turkish illegal.
No family, no ID papers. In shock. Ideal for the program.
Why did you change my face?
We didn't! You came that way.
- You're lying! - No, I swear.
I saw you'd had surgery. But I didn't speak up.
Why?
You were my big chance.
After years of research.
I might never get another one.
Now, go away.
They'll find you through me.
I want what you stole!
- What? - My memory!
Go to the clinic? Charlier's on a rampage!
The operation's illegal, he may kill us.
I have no choice! Neither do you!
Hurry!
Climb up.
At first, it won't be pleasant.
Your conscious mind will get jumbled.
It'll confuse reality with what was installed.
But slowly your real memory will take over.
If there's anything left of it.
Elipsis.
Belix.
Annafora.
I always thought of you... as my daughter.
- Who's that? - Our witness.
Know what? Cops from Anti-terrorism took her away.
She's who the Gray Wolves want.
Masked men stormed into her sweatshop. She intervened.
Why?
She knew they'd missed their target!
But they'd have recognized her.
She may have changed her face. I'll identify her!
Shady plastic surgeons aren't a dime a dozen.
How does an illegal pay for a new face?
I don't know who she is, but she's more than an illegal.
Talks in French about wolves, a 4-moon night.
This case was never yours, Nerteaux.
- Why do you say that? - Because I like you.
Small-time cops playing hero,
I've buried many in my career.
What are you saying?
Take my advice: Forget this whole thing.
We're so close now, and you dump me?
I trusted you.
Never trust anyone.
I thought you obeyed only one law, your own.
I also only have one skin.
Drop this.
How do you feel?
I preferred being Anna Heymes.
She's out of the scanner room.
Hurry!
Nobody move!
We're done for.
Hi, Anna.
It's all over, darling. We're going home.
Stop that!
You'll kill him!
The keys!
What?
You lost the girl again?
Problems, Charlier?
I'll call you back.
What are you doing here?
Not happy to see me?
No, and I've got work to do.
November 6th, you arrested a Turkish illegal.
Why do you care about her?
The Gray Wolves are in Paris.
They've killed 3 women looking for her.
Why are they after her?
Who is she?
- No one. Just an illegal. - Why?
Why'd you make her disappear?
She was perfect for our project.
What project?
Mental conditioning to infiltrate terrorists.
To beat the CIA, I needed a guinea pig.
You idiots! Erasing that memory!
We turned a Turkish seamstress into a chic Parisian wife!
Damn your experiment! Where is she?
- She got away. - You're kidding?
Would I?
Her new personality was cracking.
Now she may get her memory back.
Then she'll act like the Turk she once was.
You need a cop who knows that world.
- You? - To rid us of her.
Why?
That's my problem.
But it would solve yours, too.
- Her clothes? - Clothes?
That she wore when you busted her.
In the archives.
Tell them I'm on my way.
You're back...