C'mon, jump!
Jump!
And again!
Dad, can I go and watch?
Please, Dad!
I'll park and be right there.
- Don't wander off, will you? - No.
I'm in a strange business.
Once you're in, that's it, you can't get out.
It's like damnation. You're doomed to stick at it
until you die.
Spilled blood never dries.
Spilled blood never dries, kid. Got that?
Never!
You live in fear all your life.
If you drop your guard,
you're screwed.
Prison's just a pause in the game.
You got time for a minor offense. Count yourself lucky.
In a month, you can forget it
and live your life free.
Old Timer, let's go.
Believe me, kid,
nothing good comes from running with a bad crowd.
Glad to have met you, Charly.
Elie Goldman, killed in the line of duty.
Bullet wounds, support ventilation,
cardiovascular functions intact.
Slowing down. Adrenalin!
- When'd you get to him? - Ten minutes ago.
- Pulse, blood pressure? - Pulse 70, BP 90.
- What's he had? - Adrenalin, sufenta.
The mayor says to him, "Don't lower the tone."
So Philibert, head of the legislature, remember,
says, "How do you know a she-ass is in heat?"
The mayor replies snootily,
"Your question proves you're incapable of intelligent debate."
But Philibert insists,
"Don't tell me you don't know, dammit!"
And the mayor says, "No, I don't know!"
So Philibert says...
You were smoking?
You smoke in my house?
Philibert says,
"It just show you're dumber than an ass. He know."
Yes?
I can't hear you. I'll call you from my office.
Yes...
Is he dead?
Keep me informed.
Mr. Martinelli, k-knock before you enter.
It's important. It's about your tax audit.
I received a refusal from the IRS.
I said, knock before you enter!
Isn't that c-clear enough?
Your work's as bad as your manners.
Get out and knock.
If I say come in, you come in.
Can I come in, Mr. Zacchia?
Forceps.
Spatula...
Charly Mattei, 57, one of the last mafia godfathers in Marseille,
was rushed to Timone Hospital.
According to doctors, his status is critical.
Get Goldman.
He was shot several times in unexplained circumstances.
Three years ago, Mattei sold his shares
in various Riviera nightspots and hotels
to businessman Tony Zacchia
and Aurelio Rampoli, aka The Finisher
another nightclub kingpin in the region.
Often suspected, never convicted,
Charly Mattei had apparently retired
to be with his two children and wife, Christelle,
but today's events...
No, sir, they were professionals.
We found both vehicles burned out by the port.
They'd been stolen.
I know, but we can't do our job here. It's chaos.
An anonymous caller tipped off journalists.
When I say anonymous, it means it wasn't me.
No, sir.
Do I enjoy working surrounded by these vultures?
Yes, sir. I'll take care of it and keep you informed.
What did I say exactly?
Hurry up.
I know what you said, Aurelio...
Bertrand, what did I say exactly?
What words did I use? Words are important.
You said, "Bertrand...
- I'll trust you..." - Like a friend.
"Like a friend."
An amico.
"I'll trust you like a friend, but I'm dumb,
because you're a flake,
like your whole family."
Right. That's better, Bertrand.
Then what did I say?
Precisely.
Then?
You said if I took one gram...
One single gram.
- You'd teach me a lesson. - See? You remember.
Excuse me.
I swear I didn't sell her shit.
The bitch stole it from my jacket!
Yes, I hear you better now.
Guys...
Mattei got shot in a garage.
- Is he dead? - Shot to fuck!
Scissors.
Forceps.
Newsflash. Martial Padovano, known as Old Timer
was shot dead an hour ago in Lenche.
Police believe it was a revenge killing.
Padovano was a major figure in the local mafia.
He was 85 years old.
Have a good day, Mr. Hernandez.
Goodbye, Mr. Hernandez.
You're crazy.
Killing Hernandez is like killing the Pope or President.
I'd k-kill the P-President!
Friends till after we die.
Dad!
You ever meet Mattei?
I ran into him once when I was with Vice ten years ago.
Some trouble over his second wife.
And his first?
He met her very young. They had a daughter, Eva.
She got remarried to his lawyer, Beaudinard.
We know the second?
A prostitute, Christelle Kolarov. She worked for Pistachio.
Mattei fell for her took her off the streets
got her off dope, a one-man detox clinic.
He got her pregnant and Pistachio got very mad.
The streets are filthy! And the stink!
It'd only happen in Marseille.
Guys work ten hours a week and they want a raise. Sit down.
Only Louis XIV understood Marseille.
You know what he did? Knocked down the city walls
and turned cannons from nearby forts towards the city.
I can tell you, they got the message.
You know Louis XIV's motto?
No, sir.
"Impatience for victory guarantees defeat."
You see, Goldman,
I agree with Louis XIV and the garbage men.
There's no hurry to clean up. They wanna kill each other?
Fine. That means less to arrest.
Isn't our role to investigate?
Our role is to protect honest citizens.
Not to keep order among thugs.
Bury a hoodlum, bury the case.
Mattei's dead?
Amazingly, no. He's out of the coma.
Question him. If he identifies someone, fine.
If not, forget it.
I'd be surprised if he opens up to you.
Goldman!
Don't make this personal.
Your husband was an exceptional officer,
who took too many risks.
Nothing's more absurd than a medal on a coffin.
It would be less absurd if his killer was punished.
Did you recognize your attackers?
Had you received threats?
Mr. Mattei...
Our investigation's futile if you don't help.
They'll try to finish the job.
An officer outside won't stop them,
just delay them.
So help me.
No.
Morning, counsel.
Captain, I'd like to be told of your visits.
Just doing my job. Now, you do yours.
Tell your client it's in his interest to help us.
Gentlemen...
Look who I brought.
Mom?
When you die, is it forever?
Yes, it's forever.
So Dad'll be buried in the ground forever?
'Course not.
Your Daddy
is in a beautiful place,
where he's very happy because he can see you grow up.
- He's proud of you. - He sees me?
Of course.
Through the curtains?
Through the curtains.
Why doesn't he ever call then?
They don't have phones there.
But it doesn't matter because he can see you.
He sees you and hears you.
Sleep now, sweetie.
I love you.
Don't do anything till Charly's out.
We're not gonna just wait for them to come back.
Who are "them"? We don't know who did it.
Sneaking around here, we won't find out.
What do you suggest? Torching Marseille? Raising an army?
There's three of us. We're all he has.
Make sure he's never alone.
If you need me, no cell phones.
He went that way.
He's better.
Better, but his singing's awful.
Superbugs. Hospitals are full of them. Watch out.
I think I'll take a cigarette break.
They looking after you?
Good.
If you need anything. For Christelle, the kids, I'm here.
They refused my flowers. They prefer the hospital smell.
Open up. Open the door!
Show him the flowers.
Look...
Shame, they're beautiful.
Shut the door.
You're looking good, real good.
Martin said you're tired. You look great.
Twenty-two bullets and you're in better shape than me.
In two weeks, you'll be windsurfing.
Look at me. I'm sagging all over.
Every morning, I get a shock. I'm all gray.
That's why I wear shades.
I went to the church and got you this.
Saint Pancras.
Patron saint of herds in Corsica and the best healer.
The priest said to kiss the back when you're in pain.
Microphones, cameras. Cops in ambulance.
You're my brother. I swear I'll find who did this.
Thanks.
I'll leave the chocolates.
Don't expect cooperation. He refused an anesthetic.
- What? - His arm nerves were hit.
It's simple to treat under anesthetic, but he won't trust us.
He's scared they'll get him while he's out.
That's not all. Look at his lung X-ray.
He swallowed a revolver?
We couldn't move him.
The X-ray was taken from over his bed.
The gun was under the mattress.
He left you and the kid and you still love him.
I don't blame you. Everyone loves him, even me.
He's improving.
Before people called him Psycho, now it's the Immortal.
That's much better, isn't it?
I'd hate to be immortal without you.
He sends his love.
How can you get any rest?
Leave it. It's not easy for her.
Eva, can you turn it down, please?
Why do you do that?
Your mother needs to rest.
Eva, I'm talking to you.
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
Don't cry, beautiful.
Don't cry.
My mom's dying and my dad's a vegetable.
There's not much to smile about.
He promised me he was through.
He swore.
He swore it to mom.
He know she's sick.
He doesn't give a damn about her or me.
He's a liar, a bastard.
He wasn't lying. He quit, believe me.
So why'd he get shot?
I don't know.
I can't feel anything.
Heat, pain, my son's hair when I stroke his head.
Let me...
I want the truth.
Damage to your radial nerve forced me to suture it.
Your fingers will never work.
You'll recover
a pincer function with your thumb,
but you'll have to learn to use the left. I'm sorry.
I'll get something for that.
God heard my prayers. He saved you
but he wants you to change, make a fresh start.
I have changed.
All my life, I lived with the idea that one day
someone would tell me,
"Your son, Mrs. Mattei..."
"Your son..."
Promise me I'll be first to go.
We still have time.
We checked your mystery calls.
A stolen phone, but we traced it.
- Where? - Marseille's most popular monument.
It's good of you to drop by.
Eaten up by remorse?
What remorse?
- Jailing an innocent man. - Sure.
The girl cut her throat shaving.
Know why I'm called Pistachio?
The size of your brain?
The pistachio is a tree
that has a sex.
There's male and female.
To get pistachio nuts, you need both.
But the male pistachio tree is so virile
that one male satisfies a dozen females.
Just one, captain.
She hated the competition.
Are you my mystery midnight caller?
What are you talking about?
No phones in jail, remember.
We're searching your cell. We better not find anything.
Bullshit.
You wanted to see me.
- You missed me. - And you miss Mattei?
You wanna pin that on me? Am I the only guy you know?
A month ago, I was here.
You never did your own hits.
If it'd been me, I'd have pulped him.
Who then?
You're mixing me up with Zacchia. I'm no snitch.
Think again, Boudjemar, I could improve your stay.
Or maybe the guys enjoy having a male pistachio.
Bitch!
For Mattei, until proven otherwise, you're top of my list.
Got that?
Last night at the Best-Of,
a guy from Castellane boasted about shooting Charly.
He's coming out.
We're being followed.
- They spotted us. - Don't care.
Nordine...Now!
Back up!
I'm sorry.
- Back up! - Stay cool.
It's no big deal.
- Shit! - Chill out.
I gave him GHB. He'll sell his mom and dad!
It'll last a good hour.
Not that, please!
I didn't do anything. All I said was just bullshit.
I'm begging you...
Calm down. Deep breaths.
That's right, very good. What's your name?
Frédéric.
No one will hurt you if you tell the truth.
Got that? No one. I give you my word.
That's right, very good.
You're a good boy.
Now, tell me everything from the start.
I worked in one of his bars, filling in for Gipsy.
One night, he said the Godmother wanted...
We call Zacchia the Godmother, but not to his face.
He wanted a cell phone carrier,
so he didn't get cancer of the ear.
Tell me about February 1st.
I was at Le Becou when they left.
I saw them get ready,
but I couldn't go, I swear.
I just had a hemorrhoid operation.
A real pain in the ass!
I checked.
Was Zac there?
He left first. An hour before the others.
He had something to do in town with Telaa.
Fontarosa was driving.
The guns were in the other car, driven by Rabou.
Paolini was riding shotgun as usual.
He supplied the hardware.
Papalardo had got the cars.
A Mercedes for the boss, an SUV for the others.
Papalardo takes up a lot of room.
He has Velcro shoes 'cos he can't reach his laces.
Young Morvelous was supposed to give the signal.
It was the Magnificent Seven.
Why'd he try to kill me?
- Over drugs. - What drugs?
What drugs?
Don't get mad, Mr. Mattei. You won't like this.
Everybody in Marseille knew it.
When you sold up to Zacchia, the condition was no drugs.
So?
For him, drugs are the future.
He's teamed up with Pistachio.
You were the only danger.
Me?
He was scared. He's scared of your reaction.
You scare a lot of people.
Me, for example. I'm scared...
You shouldn't be, Frédéric.
You should.
Zacchia wanted to strike first.
You're gonna kill me, aren't you?
What do we do with him?
Nothing. We do nothing.
What?
He'll rat on us like he ratted on Zacchia.
He's a professional snitch. We gotta silence him.
No.
I made a promise.
We can't do this, you know that. No way!
Not you. Not Charly Mattei. It's a question of honor.
What good's honor when you're dead? I did that for forty years.
We can avenge you.
If we kill him, it'll be war.
Charly, wake up. It's already war!
You think Zacchia'll stop now?
You know him better than anyone.
"Friends till after we die."
He was a brother to me. I'm his son's godfather.
I'd have given my life for him.
Dress him and take him home.
Not a single Brit at Arsenal and no Italians at Inter.
What about Materazzi?
One. One out of eleven.
Thanks, Mom. I'm full.
Look how thin you are.
And with all the sport you do.
I got a ten in dictation. No mistakes.
Good girl! You'll go to college.
- You cheated. - No, I'm good at dictations.
What's with you? You're jealous.
I'm proud of you.
We're not used to tens.
We always got called in to see the teacher.
Karim kept breaking the rules
and Nordine slept in class.
Because he partied all night.
- She's right. - We had it rough.
- We had it rough, didn't we? - Absolutely.
Morning and night. Me and your mother,
it was rough. Look how smart the girls are.
It's lucky we're here, because otherwise...
But you're my children, I can't complain.
He gives me a kiss.
See that? Fine psychology!
Franck, stop it!
Franck!
Back off, we can't hear ourselves think.
Your glasses are steamed up.
He's got a good right foot, huh?
Time to meet someone.
You whore!
Is that him?
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Want a word with him? - It's okay.
Go on, enjoy it. One last word. A quick penalty.
You could play for Marseille.
- Last one? - No, I'm done.
Marseille's lost a good player.
What's up, Bastien? Not having fun?
Sure, of course I am.
Leave your watch alone. Got a date?
No.
Stop checking your fucking watch.
You always do that.
Screw the time. Hand it over.
- Pascal. - Hand it over.
It is a great watch.
Hats off to the Swiss!
Now you can look at it.
Where were we?
My boss has a message for your boss.
If he wants revenge, he's in trouble.
He's not wanted in Marseille.
Get rid of him.
Franck, go get your dogs. There's a feast coming.
Morning, Mrs. Mattei.
- A parcel for you. - Thanks.
Thank you.
Have a nice day.
To those who'll give us no more shit!
Take care of them. Marseille's too dangerous.
Another town, somewhere safe. Whatever it costs.
Leave it to me.
The gifts!
What is it?
Thanks.
Thanks, Pascal.
You're smoking?
You s-smoke in m-my house?
P-poisoning my children with your n-nicotine?
Ever heard of p-passive s-smoking?
He mimics him well.
- You wanna kill them? - Stop, Pascal.
What?
Is this how you thank me for raising you
out of the s-slums?
I'm gonna kill you!
Go ahead, Zac, smoke him!
Yeah, I think I'll do that.
Scared your fat ass, huh?
Ange, it was a joke!
Anyone plays the fool, we all go boom.
In the bucket, all of them.
Nice and easy.
Franck. In the bucket, I said!
Take it in turns.
Very good, Malek. Easy does it.
Your turn, Ange.
In the aquarium.
Now, leave us alone.
Bastien, look at me.
You know who I am?
What's my name?
Charly Mattei.
Charly Mattei, and I'm here to kill you.
Out in the open. It's a matter of respect.
I want you to know who kills you, why you die.
You know why you're gonna die?
Yes.
You don't settle scores in a hood.
You wear a hood, you don't sign the message. It's murder.
You get the difference?
Everybody get it?
I'm gonna kill you all. All of you.
One after the other but not right now.
I want you to think about what you did...
Think about it day and night,
beg your wives and children for forgiveness,
tell them why you're gonna die.
And when you're least expecting it,
tomorrow, in six months,
or a year, I'll be there.
You'll never be safe as long as I'm alive.
And tell Zac his turn will come.
You'll have to kill me to stop me.
Bastien...
Charly, please!
Look at your watch one last time.
Happy birthday, Bastien.
Let me out!
Eva, stop it.
Get out of the way!
I wanna go home!
- Eva, listen to me. - Don't touch me!
You listen to me!
Six months I've listened! Why are we in Avignon?
Your father wants us somewhere safe.
And nobody protests. I don't care what he wants.
I'm sick of all of you! I'm going home!
- I know... - You know what? You understand me?
You always understand. You're so smart!
That's not fair.
My mother's dying. I'm off!
What are you gonna do? Tie me up?
I've done worse, but it's nothing compared to what they'd do to you.
Remember what they did to your dad.
My little girl.
It's hard enough as it is.
Come on, calm down.
Come here.
My little baby.
Sorry, son, I went to Roumagnac's for the flowers.
They have great roses, but they're always packed.
Remember
we went there together once.
You were in love with that girl. What was her name?
He answers when you talk to him?
I stopped coming. No one ever answers.
I've lost it since my son died.
Like me, since Karim died.
Sorry for what happened. It wasn't my idea, I just obeyed.
I'm unarmed.
I never made a habit of shooting unarmed men.
It's just that I've changed my habits.
Talk very softly.
Mr. Zacchia has migraine aura. You know, a visual migraine.
He has to stay in the dark. Light makes it worse.
It's extremely painful. Especially coming with scotoma.
No. Only one of you.
Come in.
Goldman?
Reminds me of a case, I forget the details...
A police officer. He was my husband.
His killers were never arrested.
We have a good idea, but the courts want proof.
You know how it is.
I see.
Let's talk about Mattei.
Apparently, you think he killed Papalardo?
Why suspect him?
You were in business. You stayed friends.
Since he got shot, he's gone crazy.
He's paranoid. He was always jealous of me.
We started out together and look at him now.
If people knew what he's like...
He's sick!
I remember one time, he flew a plane over to Algeria
to find a guy who owed him money.
He dragged the guy out of his village,
starved him for a week,
then chopped him up. He skinned him like a tomato!
- You called the police, I hope? - What's the point?
You know he killed Papalardo
and what do you do? Wait for him to d-die?
Losing your temper won't help your migraine.
I lose my temper c-calmly.
But do nothing and I'll lose it for g-good!
Is that a threat?
We both know who does what in this city.
I'm a police officer. I arrest a few hoodlums,
but when it comes to the big fish, it gets tricky.
Manpower shortages, budget restrictions,
arrest warrants withheld, questioning impossible...
It's weird.
You don't like me.
I do my job and keep feelings out of it.
You know...
I truly wish we could be friends.
It can't be easy for a young widow to raise her son.
Who told you I have a son?
A guess.
If I can help in anyway. It's dull,
but material advantages often ease other difficulties.
When I say Mattei's lost it and needs watching,
I'm not necessarily a citizen talking to the police...
I could be a friend talking to a friend.
I earn my living without owing anybody anything.
I'll note your suggested angle of inquiry.
Maybe I'll take it into account. Maybe not.
Look after yourself, Mr. Zacchia.
Shut up!
Yes?
Stick with him.
Walk to heel!