Tail! I could watch it forever.
Relax, Frankie.
You're at home. This place is safe.
I won't get busted.
How d'you know?
I'm in with a couple of cops.
Do I know them?
You don't need to.
They have names.
Sure, Tom and Jerry.
Real hard nuts. Remember that Brinks job?
That was them.
Fuck me, Frankie!
Man, I'm horny!
Let's take two girls back to my place...
...snort a few hundred grams and fuck them...
...all night.
No thanks, I've got mine at home.
Your bird turns tricks all day.
- You never cheat? - No. It's her job.
You seeing anyone?
Off and on.
What I love is that rose tattoo on her shoulder.
Pretty, eh?
How's her front view?
That's my secret.
But she's classy! She prefers to avoid risks.
Prefers you to flash her arse?
I've never shown it to anyone...
...or talked about it.
I'm hooked, Frankie.
The kind of bird I've only dreamed of.
Where'd you meet?
- The 43 Club. Know it? - By name.
She knows your game?
Yeah. It turns her on.
One last big job and we split.
Together?
Me and her are like that.
Come too, with your lady.
Just the four of us.
I like you, Frankie.
You're my mucker, right?
We're mates. Yeah.
What are they doing?
What we never have time for.
- Fucking rain! - God's crying.
The arsehole's pissing on us.
Let's go.
It's not 6 yet.
It is 6.
Move it, thickhead. It's time to die.
Rocky to Babar...
I hear you.
We're going in.
The girl?
Still inside.
Two for the price of one. Meet in the hall.
Let's move it.
You should go.
We'll have time after.
How will it be then?
I don't know.
Police! Freeze!
Watch it! Freeze, arsehole!
Hi, Fati.
The ring.
It's stuck. You'll have to cut off my finger.
Let's go.
Can I have a cigarette?
No smoking in the cells.
Keep your eyes down, sweetie. You're outnumbered here.
Solitary for her. Skip the search. She's bare-arsed!
Inform the C.P.S. and nick them. I need coffee.
OK, Commander.
Go and dance.
- Drink? - The usual.
- A scotch, a martini. - Listen, Claude.
I don't do jobs this big without being tooled up.
- Get it? - Relax, sweetheart! The shooters are here.
80 million up for grabs!
That's over $10 million.
The Belgian that croaked, Van Vemersch. His diamonds are here.
- Who told you? - My cop mates...
...Tom and Jerry.
One of their snouts let on.
Why don't they do it?
Never on their own doorstep!
- What do you want? - Bugger off.
Cover me.
That's all you need to do.
Open up or lose your balls.
Easy does it.
- The diamonds! - What diamonds?
- You heard me! - Fuck you!
You fucker!
The rocks!
Hand them over!
- Or you're dead! - In the safe!
The combination!
6-9-8-4.
8-9-6-4.
Good boy!
Dynamite!
You shat your nappies, Baldi.
C'mon Claude. Let's go.
Fuck your mother!
No chance, tosser.
Drive!
Who were they?
Tell me, Claude.
Who were the fuckers? Give me a name.
Give me a name! Who were they?
Frank Chaievski, born 11/13/57 in Bordeaux.
Get up.
Made your debut with car theft in '75.
More car theft and drug offences in '76.
Burglary and receiving in '77.
Robbery with violence in '79.
Same in 1980, plus attempted murder...
You have stamina, for sure.
You draw a pimping stretch in '83.
'86, you make it big. Eight years
for armed robbery and conspiracy.
Released on 3/20/93, you show your face in Italy
and pull another blag...
...but it turns sour. You shoot a security guard and get life.
Morning, Chief inspector.
Morning, Commander.
Frank Chaievski.
I'm questioning him.
The report's on your desk.
Very good.
You escape from our Italian pals
while being transferred to Marseilles. Back in Paris...
...we pulled you out of bed this morning.
Listen, Frank.
I get a patriotic kick
out of nailing scum like you.
What did you get out of the Narcissus?
Remember? Seven dead, two wounded.
For what?
What are you talking about?
This is Chief inspector Bremen to speak to the Superintendent.
Please hold.
Yes, Chief inspector?
Sir, we're holding Frank Chaievski.
He was arrested this morning
along with a girl, Nina Delgado.
Apparently a prostitute.
- Anybody hurt? - Not seriously.
Meaning what?
Chaievski's face got scratched.
The arrest was done by the book, with "minimal force".
- That's all? - That's all.
Good. Congratulate your men on their intuition
and investigative skill.
Keep me briefed on the case.
Thank you, sir.
Intuition, my arse!
What now?
No choice.
We continue.
Is "Nina" a street name?
- It's my real name. - Any others?
Date, place of birth?
May 3rd 1966, Paris. Mother, La Delgado. Father unknown.
Nationality?
French.
Marital status?
Single, no kids.
- How long you been a whore? - I always was.
- Where? - Hotels.
You cruise uptown, too. You were booked there last month.
Here's the report.
Sometimes, when I need cash.
How come we never saw you?
You get blown with your eyes shut.
That's enough.
How did you meet Frank?
- Screw your questions. - When and where?
Down south last winter.
Where?
A club in Nice. We hit it off.
Why were you in Nice?
- Holiday. - And her?
Same. Got a cigarette?
Only cigars.
She came back with you?
- Knowing your record? - She knows nothing.
Let her go, or I won't talk.
We'll see about that.
You know the Baldi brothers?
"Kid" Claude Benaroch?
The Narcissus?
I don't know it.
Wrong attitude, Nina.
What's the right one?
Don't mess with us. So?
So what?
You still don't get it.
Relax!
Cool it, Deutch.
I asked you a question.
Kiss my arse.
I said cool it.
Whores show me respect.
Fuck you!
I don't know.
I can't talk now.
I don't know.
Depends... It's complicated.
OK. Up to you.
I've got to go. Call you back.
I'll take over.
The Narcissus?
- What about it? - Don't shit us.
- I've never been there. - I'm asking if you know it.
- No. - Kid Claude?
- No. - No, what?
- I don't know him. - No?
Did Nina know Kid Claude?
Search me. You should ask her.
The more you say, the less she pays.
I kept her out of my affairs.
- She doesn't know your record? - Nothing.
Every knock we can't give you he'll get.
Think about it.
You have no right.
Right, persuasion, force...
It's complicated. People get confused.
After two days here...
...he'll be glad to do hard time.
If you hit him, keep him handcuffed.
I'm shitting myself!
How much did she earn?
- No idea. - How come?
She's my woman, not my whore. Her money's hers.
A pimp and a whore, lovebirds?
Don't make us cry!
Did I hear right?
Before, you pushed whores.
Now you serenade them?
What next? Estate car, kids, dog, mum-in-law?
You forgot the bike rack.
Fuck that! Where'd you get the dough?
- What dough? - You wait in for her all day...
...cooking dinner? The car! Restaurants! Fancy suits...
...we found at your place! How'd you pay?
Poker.
Poker. Where?
Around.
Did you smile when you shot them?
- You let it happen? - It was an accident.
Accident? It was a bloodbath!
It was an accident!
I just met with the brass.
The Home Office is taking over.
No kidding. So?
- Make way for the big boys. - Or?
You become a nuisance...
...to the brass, for questioning orders...
...to every cop in France who's searching for your face.
And to me, who's in charge of this shit!
Disappear, Chaievski!
If we bury the file, you just might save your arse.
You're in deep shit. Know why?
You're all I have.
Coffee?
I wouldn't mind.
- Sugar? - No.
Point me to the diamonds and I'd be sitting pretty.
I'd get promoted, a raise in pay...
- You got kids? - No.
I have two...
...living in the U.S. With their mum.
Round trip costs me a month's pay, so TLC is rare.
A 3,000-franc raise can change a cop's life.
- Why tell me? - You look smarter than most.
Maybe you understand things.
Screw your family problems.
Go fuck yourself.
We're wasting our time.
Do you love him?
- Would it spoil your plans? - Don't piss me off.
I don't have to answer you.
Suit yourself. Go down for 10 years...
...or 15, I don't care.
I'm going for ciggies.
Picture jail, Nina. Sleepless nights, rape...
...beatings, suicide, guards fucking you in the shower...
Sounds like my life already.
I love getting fucked. It's my job.
In the arse, with a stick?
Not like your usual punters and kids...
...that cum in two seconds.
Speak for yourself.
Why cover for him?
He'll get life. You'll suffer for nothing, Nina.
You and him are a dead item.
That's my lookout.
And cut the "Nina". I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Write "I have nothing to say".
- Let me sign and lock me up. - You'll sleep when I'm done!
Not before, OK?
Where were you that night?
- What night? - July 20th.
With a punter, I guess.
Where?
A hotel on Rue Keppler.
Call them.
Same punter all night?
Maybe. I forget.
You knew of the shootout. It was headline news.
Don't mess with me!
So?
What were you doing that night?
My nights are all alike. I don't read the news.
What hotel was it?
Keppler, like the street.
The Keppler?
Want me to check?
We have more urgent things to do.
Ever hear of Van Vemersch?
Belgian diamond dealer. Worked with the Baldis.
Got killed trying to rip them off.
Prince Al-Thani of Qatar, ring a bell?
Raghead got mugged two months ago for 80 million francs.
Show me the loot and the tart walks.
You have my word.
- What loot? - Give me the diamonds...
...and Nina goes free, no questions asked.
I won't offer again.
Well?
I don't trust your word.
Let her go then maybe I'll talk.
That's not our style.
I'm going out. Keep him on ice.
Where's Jansen going?
I think you upset him.
I doubt he'll crack.
From his form, he's not the singing type.
When talking time comes, he'll talk.
80 million! Think about it. No more hassle, no more shit...
...nobody to bug you.
A new life.
You scrub your knob that hard?
My dick, I know where I put it.
There's a name for manic hand-washing.
It's a kind of disease.
It's called "hygiene".
- Are the shells being tested? - Jansen's handling it.
What kind of a copper is Jansen?
The kind that keeps to himself.
Remember the Rue d'Alger blag?
A tip-off on a bunch of chavs coked up to the eyeballs...
...packing more guns than an aircraft carrier.
The bust backfired. Jansen and Rocky got held hostage.
The gang demanded that two of their guys be released.
To speed things up and show they meant business,
they made Jansen and Rocky kneel on the pavement.
Guy walked up,
stuck his gun in Jansen's face...
...and said "Who gets it? You or him?"
Jansen said "Me". Bang! In the head, point-blank.
By luck, the bullet only grazed his skull.
A miracle.
They biting?
- The fuck you doing here? - Same as you. My job.
- What is it? - Coke.
Is that all?
Yes.
Mistrust is disrespectful, Eddy.
- Caution isn't mistrust. - Caution is for the scared.
Should I be scared?
It's good to be scared. You should try it sometime.
What use are your diamonds in jail?
No answer?
Now get this, dickhead.
This is no ordinary department.
Code of conduct, human rights... Forget it.
This is the pit of Paris. We're men of war...
...paid to keep the city safe.
It's a long battle. The front line's a dirty place.
Nobody wants to know us.
Get it?
You're the loser, Frank, not me.
When the prison dicks are poking up your arse tomorrow...
...I'll be lazing on my couch...
...sipping whisky. Maybe I'll hump my old lady, thinking about you.
Whisper my name and she'll cum.
Disappear, Chaievski. You just might save your arse.
The cops are from Area 18.
- The Narcissus is their manor! - Who says?
Kid Claude told me.
You can't back out now. You can't!
Not after all we've done.
OK. I didn't see you today.
I've lost all contact with you.
You've disappeared with Tom and Jerry's 80 million.
We let the dust settle.
Then a snout sells your hideout to Area 18.
If your theory's true, the dirty cops will find out...
...and nab you. Once inside...
you'll have 48 hours to unmask them.
Who says they'll nab me?
They'll want to beat the others to this.
Just three people will know:
The Superintendent, you and me.
Thanks.
Last condition:
From now on in, you're solo. I don't want her involved.
She won't be.
Still hooked?
I don't work with dope heads.
I'm seeing Kid Claude.
He left me a message.
I meet him, hook him and get out...
- ...like we said. - I'm coming too.
Just me, he said.
Where?
Surprise. A car's waiting out front.
This was just to boost my nerve.
That night, I was lying to you.
I hate being scared.
Let her off.
Give us the rocks, she walks.
You hold out, she goes down with you.
You want that?
We can pin the Narcissus killings on Kid Claude.
In ten years you'd be out, for God's sake!
You got me wrong, pig.
I never saw your diamonds.
Don't fuck with me.
Seven dead! Nobody kills 7 guys for an ounce of hash...
...or a bag of flour. You knew what was in that safe. You went for it!
If I talk, I'm dead.
I'll never get to court.
What do you mean?
The rocks won't either.
I don't get it.
Try harder.
What are you saying?
There are bent cops here?
Is that it?
- You got names? - Maybe.
So turn them in!
- I need guarantees. - Guarantees?
You think this is Harrods?
You're toying with me, Frank. Playing for time.
OK, I'll see you in court.
No judge will listen to your shit.
Where did you hear it?
Forget it.
It's bollocks.
Couldn't you find somewhere else?
Any objection?
How's it going?
OK.
Claude Benaroch...
...alias Kid Claude.
Dangerous. A known gangster
from the southern suburbs.
The Flying Squad was set to nail him...
...on a Brinks van raid worth millions.
He was tipped off...
...and lashed back. Result: Two dead cops...
...a year's work down the drain.
Why pick me?
Of all my men, you'll dig the deepest.
His snitches were cops.
We don't know who, or from which area.
You have to find out.
How about this?
We go to my stash...
...we split the goods and you let me run.
At worst, you'll get demoted to traffic.
With half the sparklers to comfort you.
Why me?
You or anybody, I don't care. I don't want to go back to jail.
Too late to think of that.
Who says you won't screw me over?
It could be an ambush.
Equal risk. You could shoot me, grab the rocks...
...and leave me there.
Look at me. Do you see a bent cop?
Go fuck yourself.
40 million is a fair whack. Think about it.
My thinking's done.
You've never crossed the line?
You've come close.
Just swing the wheel and you're on easy street.
40 million, Rocky.
You like your little life?
Your crummy little deals...
...skimming dope from dealers for yourself.
A few tame whores to blow you? You're happy with that?
What do you know about me?
- Enough to nail you. - Nail who?
Who are you, scumbag?
Give me time with Nina, I'll tell you.
Better still...
...I'll give you my bed and food for the weekend.
How about that?
Depends. How old's the bed?
OK, smart-arse. I'll let her jerk you off once more.
Then spill it!
You'll work with a partner. A woman.
It's the best way to hook Kid Claude.
I always work alone.
You can refuse.
Do I know her?
No.
She's ex-Narcotics.
- The Zombie unit. - Who with?
Zimborski.
- Then two years with Vice. - Why her?
She's seen the worst.
OK, she hooks Kid Claude and gets out. Deal?
Deal.
When do I see her?
That's her.
Inspector Marie Segal.
Elite cop. Perfect record.
Currently on special duty.
Handle with due care and attention.
Sit down.
I'm going for coffee. Happy humping!
Stay outside.
What's new?
Nothing.
Nothing happens till you're out.
You promised, Marie.
You shouldn't be here.
Some promises are hard to keep.
Ask for a doctor.
Act sick, cold turkey, whatever.
Get to a hospital. Stay there. Don't come back.
We're in this together.
Cut it out.
You can't stay overnight.
I don't trust these shits.
They stop at nothing.
Neither do I. Didn't Bastiani tell you?
Guard!
What are you doing? Don't.
Take me back to my cell.
He took me out back. To meet Kid Claude, he said,
but the room was empty.
I wasn't suspicious at first. We waited and talked.
He came on to me.
I played along.
He pulled out his money and told me to strip.
I said no, I'd come to talk to Kid Claude.
He just laughed.
He pushed.
I shoved him off. He grabbed me.
I didn't try to resist. No point.
He ripped my clothes off and...
He wanted to check if...
I was really a whore.
I'm taking you to the hospital.
No need.
He's expecting you tonight.
Where's the scumbag named Kid Claude?
I only see pussies. Where is he?
What are you, nuts? Coming here breaking my balls!
What balls? There aren't any here.
You'd die for a whore?
I don't like her being forced.
She got paid.
You wanted to see me. What do you want?
The slob that did it.
I'm the slob.
Does she want more?
You come here tooled up?
Listen to me!
What do you want? To kill me? You want to kill me?
Pull out your gun, schmuck!
I don't give a fuck if I die!
So why smoke lights, wanker?
This wally’s got some lip!
You got lip...
...and balls to go with it. I like that.
I like it.
Don't blame the guys for the girl.
We had to be sure about her.
Sit down, join us.
Take it easy.
Still pissed off?
Not at all.
Sit tight.
Nice! Very nice.
Now we talk.
Whatever you did, she's angry.
What went wrong?
Nothing.
Have it your way. So?
- So what? - I'm all ears.
Forget that shit.
What?
You thought I'd talk, arsehole?
- I'm an arsehole? - Yeah.
I'll fucking kill you! Spit it out, Chaievski!
I'll kill you!
What's the idea?
You want to get us investigated?
I said keep him on ice.
Get a cloth to clean his face.
Go!
Want a doctor?
No.
So there are dirty cops among us?
Hear this, you little pimp.
There are 100,000 cops in France.
100,000 pegging away for peanuts.
How many get nicked each year?
Five? Six? Ten?
That's one in ten thousand.
The rest aren't scum, they're just jealous blokes...
...occasionally palming a Walkman for the kids
...or silk knickers for the wife.
Nothing nasty.
If you're here to stir the shit...
...we'll ram your teeth through your arse.
That clear?
Like crystal.
I've been a cop for 15 years. You can't impress me.
I'm Ms. Weber, solicitor appointed to see Mr. Chaievski.
Visit away, madam. Pretty women are always welcome...
...even when they're late.
A paperwork delay. I was told barely an hour ago.
I'm here to see you're correctly detained.
Why? Will it be for long?
His facial injuries
happened how?
It's nothing.
A small car accident coming here.
Everyone else wore seatbelts?
Right.
What is he charged with?
I don't have to discuss it.
Don't make things harder.
I'm entitled to know the facts.
Murder, complicity in murder...
...receiving, armed robbery, pimping...
...illegal firearms. That do you?
Do we have a case?
Guess what I think.
He should shape up...
...for his own sake. You tell him.
I'd like to see him alone, please.
Come with me.
Move your arse, Chaievski.
What kept you? I've been here fuckin' hours!
It's not my fault. My boss wouldn't let me go.
We're on a big operation. No time to fuck around.
OK, I'm sorry.
You're being treated correctly?
Getting food and drink?
No problem.
Tell me about it.
Nothing to tell.
Try. That's why I'm here.
I don't want any help. I don't need a lawyer.
Suit yourself.
I see you've been hit.
- I'll ask that you see a doctor... - Forget it.
Get my girlfriend to a hospital.
Find an excuse.
Get her out before tonight.
I've seen her. She refuses treatment.
She wants to stay with me.
Do me that favour.
I can't force her...
and I'm here to assist you, not do you favours.
If she's hurt, you'll be responsible.
Nobody's responsible but you.
Hello.
Hi.
I'm going up.
Why are you here?
Chaievski. I was appointed.
How was he?
Like a tired, beat-up person.
Want to read the guy's book?
Why, you hit him with it?
Anti-cop forever huh?
I have work to do.
Did he talk?
- About what? - You know what.
I don't, and I don't want to.
Are you mad at me?
- What for? - For not calling you?
Drop dead.
Your place tonight. Just a drink.
She shouldn't be here.
Unscrew your dick. Get her out.
You and me both saw nothing.
OK?
Pillock!
We searched the whole place.
Nothing.
How's it with her?
Tough.
You asked for the Flying Squad's file on the Van Vemersch case.
Nothing new, apparently.
The ballistics report's in there.
Any progress with Chaievski?
We're getting acquainted.
I know you'd rather be alone...
...on this case, Mr. Dahan...
...instead of working with Inspector Jansen.
But please share with him whatever information...
...you obtain from questioning Chaievski.
Although your operatives found him...
...the truth belongs to nobody.
It must be shared.
You may go.
The ballistics report says the .45 pistol...
...at your home was used at the Narcissus.
I've never had a 45.
Cut the crap. You can't fool us.
One thing gets me.
When we collared you, why didn't you shoot?
A guy like you, facing a life term...
I didn't want to endanger her.
You seemed relieved...
...like you were expecting us.
If I had, we wouldn't be talking now.
What's the problem?
No problem.
I just expected more panache.
He's all yours.
Fucking Arab grocer! Should set the Revenue on him.
45 francs for a camembert!
Bastard treats us like Americans!
Well... where's my drink?
What am I, chopped liver?
Any progress?
No. Too much poncing about. Can't beat the old methods.
Who gives a shit about the diamonds?
Find them or not, we get paid the same.
- That's not the point. - What is?
Seven sad wankers got killed at the Narcissus.
They're the point.
They're beyond caring.
Cheers! Down your neck and...
Up your sister.
How would you use 80 million?
Daft question.
I'll never have 80 million.
Rocky?
I don't know.
Pay off my debts...
buy a house for my parents and go on like before.
As a cop?
I feel protected. You're safe as a copper.
Doing overtime?
I've nothing better to do.
Any progress?
You'd know.
Are you always like this?
- Like what? - Cold.
Distant.
No sign of a smile.
I'm not paid to smile.
It's a form of self-protection.
Against what?
Shit. Lies.
See you.
It stinks, but it'll do for a night.
Thanks.
If you need anything, ask for Babar.
I ask for the nice cop?
There's no nice or nasty here.
We're all just cops.
Been here long?
5 or 6 months, I guess.
Why?
Disciplinary assignment. No choice.
What did you do?
Nothing interesting.
How about you?
How come you're a whore?
It's a long story.
My favourite kind.
This one's too long and ends badly.
Pretty girl like you...
It beats me.
I have my reasons.
What reasons?
Good reasons.
We all have good reasons for being bad.
Am I wrong?
I wouldn't know.
How long were you a narc?
Too long.
It creeps up on you.
You hang out with junkies...
...take a fix or two...
...thinking it's part of the job. Next thing, you're like them.
And Bastiani?
Only he helped me.
I OD'ed.
The brass tried to dump me. He stood by me...
...steered me through rehab and got me transferred.
He looks out for me.
How about you?
- What about me? - How come you're a cop?
Because of my dad.
Did he force you?
Kind of. He died.
He shot himself.
With his side arm.
I found him in the garage.
I was 13.
My dad always said
"Being a cop is like heading for nowhere planning to get lost".
I wanted to understand.
You think we're lost?
I don't know.
All I know is...
...we did it with good intentions...
whatever happens.
Who were your cellmates?
- Batz and Mato. - Which Batz?
Daniel.
Mato was found dead...
...two years ago with eleven bullets in him.
Batz got blown away by gendarmes six months later...
...trying to ram a road block.
So?
They're both dead.
If I want to know more about you...
...I can't ask them.
What more do you want to know about me?
Nothing.
When will you call me?
When do you next see Chaievski?
The statutory 20th hour visit.
Why?
Whoever finds the diamonds gets a bonus.
So?
Nothing.
Just so you know.
Is that why you came?
I have to go.
What are you trying to prove?
That you're tougher than the rest?
I'll tell you in court.
If you get there.
I don't give a shit.
Neither do I.
How did you know the Baldis had the diamonds?
Who told you?
Ask your mates.
Cut the crap! What are you hiding from us?
Still won't talk?
Should I go on, Marco?
What's so funny?
Stay with us.
Don't go away!
The diamonds, Frank.
Where are they? Then you can go to bed.
What do you care? You won't be needing them.
Who's with you, you bastard?
You calling me a bastard?
Respect, you fucker!
- Get it? - Stop, Rocky.
You'll get us in trouble.
What's your problem?
- Scared you'll shit your pants? - Not me.
The whole building can hear you.
"A Man's Job," baby. Read the posters.
Fuck the posters. Just make less noise.
Nobody bosses me! Least of all you.
Shit stinks. You'll see when you're in it.
OK, Pitoune. What's the idea?
Why did you come here, taking the piss? Bad idea!
Get out.
Get out, both of you arseholes.
You too, Rocky. Take a breather.
I'm letting the other guys soften him up.
Make him dig a hole and kneel down. It's the only way.
Anything from your lawyer girl?
We soiled the sheets for nothing.
What do we do now?
You drink your coffee...
...I wait for my omelette.
How come we never met?
I prefer blondes.
I investigated all the big gangs.
- Why don't I know you? - I always work alone.
What about Kid Claude?
A one-off deal.
So you knew him?
Everybody knew him.
Even the cops.
You haven't answered me.
"Talk ends in silence," an old crook told me.
An educated crook who read Lao Tsu.
- What's the "LM" on your ring? - It's private.
- What is it? - Leave it out.
Who are you, Frank?
It's all in my file.
Tell me what's not in it.
You're fucking us about, Frank Chaievski.
When I get screwed, I like to come.
Here's what I think.
You're either a real psycho...
- ...or a real punk, or a phoney. So? - So what?
Who are you?
And you?
Who are you?
Kid Claude talked too much.
He was all mouth.
That's why he got done.
Go on.
The Brinks depot in Evry...
...taken for 32 million.
Two cops downed.
You were the bastard that tipped them off, right?
Uncuff me.
It's me.
Bring the girl here.
Hands behind her back.
You touch her, I'll kill you.
Kill me, you? When?
You're both phonies.
What the fuck are you doing here?
You pulled us in.
- You want the works? - Lay it on.
Fine. I'm done waiting.
She's all yours.
That's a body to party in!
- How much? - More than you can afford.
How many hands have been over you?
How many guys between your legs?
Knock it off!
Relax, Frank. She's a whore. She's seen it all.
Did you ever count them?
You still get wet?
That do you?
Where are the gems?
Should we start over?
Where are the rocks?
You'll never know. Fuck you!
Want to see this one? Feel it in your mouth?
Suck my cock.
You like it, right?
With your man here.
Stop him.
He has no right. Stop him.
Where are the rocks?
Come on.
Here's what happened.
We fought, you grabbed a gun, I shot you.
Self-defence.
- They'll swallow it. - Marco!
It's just a gun on a head.
Where are the rocks?
Where are they?
You won't dare.
I know where they are.
Explanation?
Nothing to explain.
Put a guard on them
and have a team rush them to the hospital.
She stays here.
What for?
More questioning.
Not by you. You're for the high jump.
What's the matter?
Wish you had the balls?
I do things my way. Get off my arse.
We'll let Bremen decide.
You need a reality check.
Here's my reality: The dead below, the living above
and us in between.
Yeah, right.
A frog in a well feels small.
He's still pissing blood.
I'll have him evacuated.
Whatever you say.
What do you expect me to do?
Whatever you think is useful... or necessary.
What's the problem?
Not much. Just an officer
about to shoot a prisoner in my care!
Cops come in two sizes:
Some deliver, some eat shit.
- And some are shit. - Fuck you.
All right!
The girl was about to give up the diamonds.
And?
It's up to you.
Let me finish it my way or we'll hit a dead end.
Go ahead.
For the rest, I'll require a detailed report.
You may go.
Both of you.
Get the car and wait outside.
Where are we going?
The keys!
- What keys? - Quick!
- I need the whore. - The prisoners stay put.
- No questioning. By order. - Whose order?
- Dahan. - Fuck him. The keys!
Come on!
We're going for a stroll.
Jansen!
Guard!
What's the fucking problem?
Stop them!
Who?
She's in danger! Quick!
Your problem. Fucked if I care.
Move your yellow arse, you big jessie!
- Acting tough behind that door! - You want it?
You'll get it!
Jessie? You'll see!
You asked for it!
Here it comes!
Enjoy!
There's more.
You've got it coming.
Had enough?
Got what you wanted?
Like I said, you had it coming.
Cointrel!
Never a gun on your hip.
Didn't they tell you?
Watch it! Killing a cop costs a lot.
You're no cop, you prick!
Let her go!
Quick!
Let go!
What do you want?
Don't move!
Freeze or you're dead, arse-wipe!
- Marco? - It's OK.
Drop it.
Nina.
Hold out your cuffs.
Lie down!
You're crazy.
Now what?
Stay right there!
Shoot these wankers!
She's only a whore!
Tell them, Simon.
Who's the other one?
Other what, Simon?
Marco? What the fuck's going on?
Take it easy, Rocky.
Drop the gun. Now!
He'll die first.
Tough.
Tell them.
I'm Simon Massena.
Special investigation unit.
Lt. Marie Segal.
- Same unit. - Don't listen, Eddy!
Deutch! Pitoune! Babar!
- Show some guts! - You want more?
You're Commander Eddy Dahan...
...born December 1960 in Lyons. Married...
...one daughter. Living at 9 Rue Caulaincourt Paris 18.
Why are you here?
To arrest two bent coppers. Here's one.
He was the Narcissus gunman.
He had on a bullet-proof vest. Fucking bastard!
Don't move!
What is this, Jansen?
Who's your partner? Quick!
Jansen! Who's your partner?
Here's one for you, Simon.
"Silence is a dead man's best lawyer".
Go find out.
Rocky, no!
Hold your fire!
You screwed up.
Nobody else.
Always pushing the limits, always on the...
fucking adrenaline!
Know what, Simon?
You've become dangerous.
To yourself and to others.
- How will you get the other one? - What other one?
Rocky was a lightweight. It wasn't him.
Jansen saved his life.
Rocky owed him everything.
They were hand and glove.
Rocky ran a dope scam. He was hooked.
Exactly.
Jansen wouldn't run
with a half-arse.
He tried to kill you.
That proves nothing.
What are you hiding?
Spit it out...
or there'll be hell to pay.
Nothing.
You're both suspended.
No contact allowed between you.
There'll be a disciplinary inquiry.
You've disgraced the whole Paris police department.
You're out in the cold.
Disappear. You've dug your own shithole.
Don't count on me to get you out.
I'm tired.
You know what we say?
Dirty arseholes stick together.
The kind of broad I only dreamed of.
Where'd you meet her?
The 43 Club. Know it?
By name. Not my scene.
I'm hooked on her, Frankie.
Another, please.
How's her front view?
That's my secret...
but she's classy!
She prefers to avoid risks.
So, still looking for your princess?
Yeah.
- How much longer? - As long as it takes.
What if she never comes?
She'll come.
Does she know your game?
Yeah. It turns her on.
One last big job and we split.
What I love
is that rose tattoo on her shoulder.
Pretty, right?
When you met Kid Claude, did he know Jansen?
Yes.
They did steady business.
What business?
- Business. - Tell me more.
I'm not saying.
Were you at the shooting?
I was at home.
I wasn't in on it.
If so, I'd have warned Claude.
Did Jansen explain his ambush?
Yes.
Claude talked too much. He was a risk.
Marc had new partners
to take over the diamonds.
New partners? Who?
No idea.
The less you say, the more time you do, Ms. Bremen.
That's a mistake.
A woman like you.
Why?
You spend your life trying to give it shape.
Then you realize it doesn't fit you.
Now lock me up.
I don't want to see anybody.
Eddy Dahan was promoted to Deputy Chief Inspector and posted abroad.
He broke off all contact with his former colleagues.
"Deutch" Muller replaced him as head of the street crime unit.
Lt. Pitoune moved to Toulouse
and died in a motorcycle crash soon after.
Babar left the police and now runs a bar in Brittany.
Karine Bremen is serving a 15-year sentence.
Bastiani took early retirement and died of cancer a year later.
Simon and Marie were discharged from the police...
...but received no other punishment.
They have not been heard of since.
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