- Commissioner. - Evening Doctor.
How did it happen?
Christine!
She was with him when...
Commissioner wants to know how it happened.
Well, the usual way...
All your customers die during the act? What's the usual way?
He didn't ask for anything special.
We both lay down...
then he stopped moving. He was dead.
An accidental death, that's all it is.
- Was he a regular? - Yes, and he was nice.
I'd like a word with you in private.
I wanted to tell you, commissioner...
that I was good friends with Mr. Taillerfer and Mr. Lafont.
I'm also close to Mr. Roux...
and Mr. Dupuis.
I also see President Langlane often. Charming man!
We're the only ones she's not bribing!
No smoking please.
Sorry.
Why boss?
Why isn't she bribing us?
We'll have to change that.
You take half since you are the boss.
We split the rest! Alright?
No more worries about the future!
Some old pervert dies in a whorehouse...
and fortune smile on us! Thank you, Jesus!
Doesn't he pisses you off?
That's just his corrupt American cop act.
- I know it too well. - Poor you!
- It's tough! - Ha!
- See you tomorrow, Moitrie. - Good night, boss.
Write up the report and don't hold back her connections. I don't care about it.
- Count on me. - Good night, Lefevre.
- Want a drink? - Not tonight, I'm done. Bye!
That lady's not bad. Wouldn't mind doing her...
Get in the electric bed with her and blow all the fuses!
- Not in the car! - Don't start again!
- Can't you wait? - Open the window!
Roll down your window and shut up!
Come on, put it out!
No! I threw out 20 of them today because of you...
and you quit 3 days ago.
It's costing me a fortune. I'm smoking this, so fuck off!
Know what you're breating in your lungs? You'll have a coating this thick of tar.
Addict! Stop.
- What? - Let me out!
- Wait a minute... - Let me out!
- Stay, I'll drive you. - I'm smoking! Bye!
You'll die and I'll laugh my head off!
All cars, fight at the corner of De la Gare and Des Charpentiers.
This is Moitrie, I'm there, I'll handle it.
- Is Lefevre with you? - No, he's smoking.
Stop it, for fuck's sake!
It can't be!
Stop, police!
Stop!
Out of the car!
I recognized him, it was Portor.
It was Portor.
I need a cigarette.
Where's my coffee?
I want a barricade at the Montcouleche tollbooth.
Here's the shooter.
Antoine Portor, one of the Lardatte's goons.
The boss wants a barricade at the Montcouleche tollbooth.
- Here's your coffee. - Thanks.
Does Antoine Portor have a brother?
Yeah, but he's not in on it. Spent the night at the comittee room.
Yes?
Thanks.
Yes.
Moitrie is dead.
Martin!
Your brother killed one of my men.
If you know anything, I advise you to tell me.
... A clear vision of reality!
A dynamic understanding of the situation!
An approach to problem - solving that is straightforward...
and modern! That's what you can expect from me!
And that's what I solemnly promise!
- Hello, Commissioner. - Hello, sorry about the bad news.
Can I have a word, Mr. Lardatte?
It's not the best time, but go right ahead.
Portor was a dangerous ex-con when you hired him.
- I didn't know I'd hired him! - What?
Come and see, Commissioner.
See those two dumb-looking slabs of beef?
And those other two morons?
They all work for me. Think the're friends of mine?
You think I'm close with them?
I'd better things to do than hire my bodyguards.
I'd never heard of this Guy Portor.
I don't back guys who carry guns.
Mr. Lardatte! Coming!
I'll say the same thing to the judge and the media.
No one will doubt my sincerity.
I really want you to catch the man and give him the punishment he deserves.
If you ever need me, I'm at your disposal.
Commissioner...
Lardette! Lardette!
Marie Portor, 30, no record...
married to Antoine Portor for 2 years.
My husband didn't come home. I can't help you.
You can help him.
He killed a cop. He'll be shot on sight. Tell me, and maybe he'll go to trial.
What can I say? I don't know where he is?
I wouldn't trust Lardette.
Portor's alone now...
and we'll kill him. Think about it.
I know nothing.
Mr. Ledoux's looking for you.
Know what conspiracy murder gets you?
5 to 10 years.
Sit down, Verjeat.
Well? I spoke to Moitrie's widow.
Such a shame!
But it's also a delicate matter. We'll have to share the work.
You handle Portor, I'll handle Lardatte.
Gangasters are one thing, politicians another.
Care to explain the difference, sir?
I'm serious, Lardatte needs to be handled gently, which isn't your style.
Lardatte's style is putting up posters at gunpoint.
Lardette spoke to the judge this morning...
and convinced him he didn't know Portor.
Oh yeah?
Come on, Verjeat. Just trying to save you trouble.
You have enough with Portor.
I'll leave you to it.
- That kid that was beaten to death? - Yes?
His father wants to see me. I'll tell him to call you.
- Why? - He says Lardette killed his son.
Mr. Lardette please.
Councillors don't arrive before 10.
Here comes the star.
What a mess!
- At City Hall on a wedding day! - Hello Pignol.
Lardette wants to see you.
- Am I allowed to talk to him? - Come on!
Mr. Ladrette
I don't want these innocent people hurt.
Your superior assured me you can disarm them...
without violence. I'd appreciate it.
That's all I have to say. Ball's in your court.
I understand. Disarm them without violence.
Bloodshed would ruin your campaign.
- Got a plan, Verjeat? - He called me several times.
- What? - Poor guy's asking about the case.
Yes, I know. I understand his grief but it's not my fault.
As I told the judge.
I'm not the suspect here!
I just want these 3 out of my office with no fuss.
Is that too much?
You're nedded outside, Verjeat.
Seems to be where it's happening.
Don't rock the boat, Verjeat.
He got mad because Pignol sent some men onto the roof.
Get me the direct line to Lardette's office.
Lardatte's direct line!
- You're gonna talk to him? - It's ringing!
I'll try to calm him down, but pull your forces back.
I'll handle it.
No answer?
This is Commissioner Verjeat, Homicide.
- Well? - He's trying to calm him down.
I know why you there, Mericer. To turn in your son's killers.
There's a loudspeaker on top of my car. Can you hear me?
Yeah.
I'll plug you in for 5 miutes if you give up.
I don't get it?
Make your statement into the phone and I'll get you heard.
I don't believe you!
Get one of your sons to do a test. Give him a phone a go to the window.
Talk!
- Talk! - Eh?
- Talk! - What should I say?
Christ!
Lardette's a murdering bastard!
What's this?
A murderer!
His goons killed my son!
Look up Lardette!
He's resposnsible for my son's death!
He is trying to cover it up, but I want...
vengeance for my son! Look up Lardette!
- Does it go louder? - Not any more.
What's going on?
My son put up posters, but he didn't have a gun, unlike Lardette's murderers!
- Are you insane? - It's to calm him down, sir.
Lardatte is a murderer!
A murderer!
That's enough.
- You said no violence. - I order you to stop it at once.
...because of police corruption! - That's fine, Mercier.
I cut off the loudspeaker, so don't bother.
Listen, I'm coming up alone and unarmed, ok?
I have nothing to say!
- We had a deal. - There's no deal!
Just 5 minutes. See you soon.
You're as corrupt as the rest of them! If I see you, I'll shoot!
Here he comes!
Holy shit!
Stay where you are or I'll shoot!
Drop the gun and calm down, Mercier. Is it because I dropped the investigation?
You all obey Lardette!
Lardette's not my biggest fan right now...
Thanks for the gun.
I promise to re- open the investigation...
and give Lardette some trouble.
There's no dirt on him.
The media consider him a supercop, a hero.
This is pretty: the park, the trees...
Modern, clean, nice buildings... Great!
There are very few places left, Mr. President.
We don't do enough for the elderly...
Isn't this nice?
In the lovely sunshine?
Are you voting on Sunday?
Sunday, don't forget!
You have to vote!
Yeah...
About my little problem, Mr. President...
... do you have a solution? - I might.
If Verjeat is such a genius...
he should be rewarded.
Yes?
You asked for me, sir? Yes. Verjeat's quitting.
I figure you'll replace him.
He didn't mention it last night!
He doesn't know yet. Thanks Pignol.
Vote for Lardatte!
- Your friend's busy these days! - Trying to undo the damage you did.
Vote for Lardatte!
Ass out, American style! Where are the majorettes?
Vote for Lardatte!
Do you know that trees were cut down for this garbage?
Trees produce chlorophyll, which produces oxygen.
Lardatte's campaign is causing deforestation!
Not bad!
- Each piece of paper means less oxygen! - Lay off!
There'll be no more oxygen because of Lardatte!
He's trying to stop us from breathing!
Help!
- I'n not voting for him! - You're a pain!
- ZR2, do you read me? - I read you.
I'll pass you Mr. Ledoux, sir.
- What are you working on? - Portor still, sir.
We located one of his accomplices.
I'll see you later.
He hasn't budged since being on the run.
He only goes out to take walks...
he paces for 20 minutes, comes back and locks himself in the room.
I figured he might be better off in jail.
He's my son, and I don't want him killed.
Can I smoke?
- I've been waiting for you. - I just got here.
- Keep going! - Right.
Here.
He thinks Portor's still in the area. We'll get him, sir!
Have a seat, Verjeat.
Here.
Thanks
Problem?
I have good news and bad news.
I'll start with the bad. You're quitting the department.
It's bad news for me too...
I'm losing one of my best.
Now the good news. You've been promoted.
You've been named superindendant in Montpellier.
It wasn't my choice. It comes from higher up.
What's this nonsense?
This "nonsense" as you call it...
is the echo of the loudspeaker heard recently in our fair city.
- Sound familiar? - When do I leave?
You start on Monday.
- Portor? - Your replacement will handle it.
Moitrie was one of my men.
- I'll leave in 2 weeks. - No way!
I didn't like your behaviour at City Hall.
You used some poor guy to insult Lardatte. That's unproffesional.
You can't put your feelings before your job.
You'll leave when you're supposed to.
Don't complain, you got off lightly.
We'll have a drink before you leave.
Neither of us is too keen on it, but that's the ritual.
My lighter, sir.
Thanks.
Lefevre, come here!
We won't get much more out of him.
Where were we?
Something wrong?
What's this?
Shiva's witnesses protesting.
- Why? - They were obstructing the roadway...
and one of them was arrested. - Get rid of them!
I need reinforcements.
Idiot!
What?
Get lost!
Do that every morning, and you'd be in shape!
Where to?
Lardatte got me. I have to leave Rouen.
They transferred me to Montpellier.
He's smart, it's a promotion.
You just can't turn it down. That's it, my friend.
Lardatte and Ledoux are real fuckers!
Not Ledoux. He's an old bastard.
I'd have called if I had anything. I just saw you!
I need time to breathe.
Neither of us has time to breathe. I need Portor within 48 hours.
I don't know where he is. Honestly I don't.
- That leaves marks! - Who'll take care of him?
- What? - He'll be big when you get out.
Probably won't recognise you and bite you.
Sergio's in town. He used to work with Portor.
He might know something. Where can I find him?
Try Moissat's.
Here.
I'd resign if I were you. They don't deserve you.
- What would you eat? - I'd do whatever...
That's what cops who resign do.
So you'll just go quietly?
- I was almost in bed. - You'd have gotten up.
He's in town and came here last night.
- His name is Sergio. - Don't know him.
Make me a coffee.
Looks different, huh?
- He was here last night. - He had a drink and left.
You might find him at Lautrin's!
- Now you're Gestapo? - Funny, huh?
Anyone there?
- Two days isn't much time. - What's your decision?
I don't know yet.
See you later!
Boss!
- Yes? - You should leave town.
- It's a good idea. - That's not what you said.
- No, you should leave. - What?
- Don't get mad. - What is it?
I think you're dumb enough to take a stand...
and they're not worth it. - Oh, yeah?
You still believe in some outdated ideas: honor, duty...
It's the classic way of conning people.
- What do you believe in? - Nothing, but never mind.
You have no chance against Lardette, face it.
- What if I won't face it? - What?
- What if I decide to go after him? - You'll pay for it.
- Yeah. - He'll crush you.
Yeah, but I can't miss a chance like this at my age.
ZR2?
ZR2, I read you.
Break in at Lardatte Inc.
84 Quai des Marchands.
- Hello, Commisioner. - Hello, Lardatte.
Two at a time!
A red Renault 16 has been reported...
registered in Saone-et-Loire.
Don't forget the barricade at the toolbooth.
- Thanks. - Hello.
Well?
There wasn't much.
My accountant will tell me exactly.
Shit, cops!
- New career? - Good Morning, Commissioner.
- Lardatte got robbed. - Mr. Lardatte?
- He got robbed? When? - Last night.
Where were you last night?
I had dinner with friends, then slept at my mum's.
That's all I know, you can check.
Your brother's wife isn't at home.
Where's your sister-in-law?
- Marie? - Yes.
She slept at my mum's too. I saw her this morning.
We're not involved, Commissioner.
Calling ZR2!
ZR2 here.
Accident on the Bressay road.
A red Renault 16, 3 people involved: 2 men and a woman.
We found your sister-in-law!
- Morning, Commissioner. - Morning, Captain.
The other two are dead and she... We found this.
- Is that it? - Yes, that's it..
We're gonna have a little talk.
They did it to force Lardatte to help my brother.
They needed money to leave France.
But there was no money in the safe.
Yeah, but his books were there.
I'm sure he doesn't want those examined.
Lefevre! Yes?
I don't want the media to know these documents got burned.
If Portor thinks they're intact, we might see him again.
Fill it up!
The two men are dead and Marie Portor's in surgery.
Did you find the stolen goods?
No, but we'll have some questions for Portor's wife.
- Open up! - What are you doing here?
Open up!
Hello, sir.
She hasn't regained consciousness.
- What do the doctor's say? - Her prognosis is poor.
Portor might show up. I have men posted day and night.
Tell that to your replacement.
Don't forget our farwell drink.
I won't, sir.
See you later.
- How's everything? - He needs a sedative.
Just my luck! My nurse turns out to be a lesbian!
- It's hot under these bandages! - It won't be long now.
The surgeon will pronounce her dead in 3 days.
To your promotion! Now you'll hear...
from the man whose difficult privilege it is...
to replace you: Commissioner Pignol.
It is difficult privilege to replace you.
Men come and go, but our mission endures.
I'll do my best. I'll take charge of your department...
and I hope we'll do good work together. Right, guys?
- A toast to... I'm out. - Another drink, Pignol?
You lie to the media, you dress up a fake patient...
you don't tell the boss, you get Pignol drunk...
- What are you up to? - Are you scared?
No, I have nothing to lose. I'm scared for you.
You're the main commissioner. You're not young anymore. Watch yourself.
What's so funny? I'm the commissioner, I'm 50...
you're 25 years younger and you sound like my dad!
- No, I think you're going too far... - Lefevre!
You don't believe in duty, honour or legality, and you love playing...
cops and robbers. Please don't lecture me.
- I'm not lecturing you! - Don't spoil my fun.
Just relax. Try to enjoy yourself too.
All right!
We're closed, sir.
Tell your boss, Inspector Lefevre from Homicide's here.
Sorry to disturb you...
but I have to fininsh my report on your dead client.
Yes...
The boss told me to throw the book at you.
- What's his name? - Verjeat.
Commissioner Verjeat.
He's beyond your reach. He's leaving town.
- Really? - He was transferred.
He's furious with everyone, especially you.
Why?
I don't know. He's not really thinking straight.
- May I? - Yes.
Thanks.
Your friends can't lean on him if he's leaving town.
- Too bad, eh? - Why are you telling me this?
I might be able to influence him some way.
Really?
Yes, I like you. I liked you right away.
I don't want trouble for you.
I like women with class...
and you have it.
- What do you think about me? - Sorry?
I'm considered good- looking.
- Can I have some more? - Help yourself.
Want to sleep with a nice, attractive young man?
- No. - Ok, never mind.
- What can we talk about? - How much?
What?
I asked how much?
- Shit! - What is it?
- My cigarette! - Don't yell.
I ruined my pants!
- Where'd my cigarette go? - I can't believe this...
Emergency!
Everything's ok?
Something terrible happened. Martin burned his pants.
That is a disaster.
- Car accident? - Yes.
Take him to the E.R.
When's Lefevre due?
He should be here by now.
- I'm going home. - Calling GR3!
I read you.
Emergency Services tells us an ambulance is missing.
There's one still here.
Floor it! Hurry up!
Get me Esteve!
Police, open up!
Get rid of the nurse and hide, hear me?
Time to go, baby.
He came from the left and broke my collarbone.
- It's not serious. - But it's inconvenient!
I can't wait to go home tomorrow.
Watch it! Stop!
Shit! My leg!
Take it easy!
Stop!
I wanna go home!
- He's badly hurt. - He's in the right place.
Call the E.R.
Portor's obviously attached to his wife. We have to keep guarding her.
That's Commissioner Pignol's job now.
- I don't leave till next week. - Where was Lefevre?
I'll ask him.
Lefevre, come here.
Would you explain to me where you were last night?
Sorry boss, I went home to take a nap...
and didn't wake up.
You can explain that to Ledoux now.
- What's that? - My report, take a look.
- Took a little nap? - Didn't wake up?
Just tell us her first name!
- Leave me alone! - This report is bullshit!
You'd think she was running a house with rooms to let!
I suppose she also gives catechism classes!
Hallo?
- This is Inspector Lefevre. - Yes?
Sorry, but my report didn't work.
Come again?
My report didn't work.
What?
The boss objected and I had to charge you. It's not my fault.
- Judge Delmesse's office, pleas. - Upstairs and down the hall.
Marthe Rigaud, 35, of 14 De la Poste St.
You've been accused by Inspector Lefevre...
of procuring... - And corrupting officials.
What?
Add another charge! Corrupting officials.
- Lefevre? - Yes, Lefevre.
She says she paid him.
- That's not possible! - Well, yes!
She told the judge that she'd bribed him. That's serious.
Lefevre was called before the judge. I know the judge, he's a knight in shining armour...
a real shit disturber. If Lefevre has anything to hide, he's in trouble!
Ms Marthe Rigaud claims to have bought your cooperation.
It's not true, Your Honor.
Ms Rigaud is naturally suspicious...
and had the bank write the serial numbers.
I hope we don't find them in your account or your apartment.
She didn't buy me...
she just gave me some gifts. - What?
Yeah, to maintain our friendship.
You don't think friendship between a police officer...
and a madam is inappropriate?
No, it's part of the job. You find information in bars...
at the track, in brothels... Not in the convents!
What's the difference...
between gifts and official corruption?
Thank you, that would be all.
How bad could I be punished for such a trivial thing?
I will make an example of you, maybe even indict you.
- Indict me?! - That will be all.
- You think I'm the only one in it? - What?
The higher up they are the more they cost!
Do you realize what you are saying?
Why should I be the only one to pay?
Of the 3 at the hospital, one's dead, one's in coma...
and we'll question the third one. He's not badly hurt.
- Hi! - Hello.
Lefevre!
Lying bastard!
- What's going on? Have you lost your minds? - The guy is a jackass.
In my office, both of you!
- What's going on? - Who knows? I came in...
Calm down, Verjeat. Answer me: why did you charge Verjeat?
- I didn't! - Don't lie, it's childish.
Delmesse told me. Tell me the truth.
Did you implicate Verjeat to get mercy...
or because he's guilty? - I didn't accuse anyone!
Ok,
Then I'll ask you.
Did you accept bribes as Lefevre claims?
No.
I can't believe it.
I can't believe you'd be tainted by suspicious like that.
- I've done nothing wrong! - Make no mistake, the truth will come out.
Delmesse smells blood. He won't give up.
Police corruption is his pet project.
If you're guilty... But you're innocent until proven guilty.
Continue to perform your job, but with more dignity.
You've made an unfortunate spectacle of yourself. I've never seen hat in 30 years!
It's pathetic!
Go on now.
Commisioner Verjeat: Charged with corruption?
Stay here, I don't need you!
Norbert, Marroyeur, Ravel...
Darnois, Dziger, Paullia...
Deferre, Jardin...
Caruggi, Guedj, Chapier...
Tavernier, Tavernier?!
Verjeat is sold, Verjeat is sold...
Where's Portor?
- Things don't look good for you. - Yeah, for you either...
from what I understand.
They'll throw the book at me...
but maybe we'll share a cell, Commissioner.
Let me remind you why we're here.
Ms. Marthe Rigaud gave money to Inspector Lefevre...
who claims he gave most of it to you.
I quote:
"I just got tips, Verjeat got the rest."
- What do you have to say? - You actually believe that?
I'd watch my tone, if I were you, Commissioner.
Inspector's Levefre's statement is damning.
- Lefevre is a little shit. - Yeah, you're much bigger.
He can be bought for a small price: a pair of shoes...
a bracelet, a scarf... - You're price must be higher?
You have no proof, Your Honor.
I'll get it. I already have Lefevre's statement.
People like you bring dishonor to the force.
You're no better than the scum you hunt down.
- That's all for today. Thank you. - I'm leaving town tomorrow...
for Montpellier. - Out of the question!
Internal Affairs will need to investigate.
You'll stay until it's over.
Fine.
One more thing, Your Honor. Portor's in town.
He killed one of my men. Can I continue my investigation?
- It's no picnic. - You may continue.
Thank you.
- Anyone home at yours? - No.
Back upstairs!
I'm staying.
Seriously?
Got beer?
- How are you? - Just fine!
I gotta eat through a straw for 3 days, but I'm fine!
Thanks.
I didn't believe you!
There's more. Lardatte called me.
We don't have to face reality just yet!
Sorry, but it's hard to get here from the court house.
I'm sure my call surprised you...
but I heard you had some problems.
Despite the accusations hanging over you...
you still have the respect of many people.
It might surprise you to hear I'm among them.
- Thanks, but... - Don't thank me.
It's times like this you know who you friends are.
Now you know you're not alone.
The judge is Delmesse, right?
- Yeah, Delmesse. - I'll see what I can do.
It won't be easy, but I'll try.
Why are you doing this for me, Mr. Lardatte?
Because I'm sure you'll...
return the favour one day.
That day might be sooner than you think.
- I see. - Everything's in its time.
I'll take care of your problem and call you in a week.
Fine.
He's hooked.
I just have to pull gently on the line...
keep myself calm...
then bring him onto the boat!
Appetizing!
It's a fish platter, not a garbage can!
- All right. - Are you going to eat it?
No, I'm adopting it. Put it on the bill and get lost!
Yes.
- Things are looking up! - He'll be hard to pin down.
I'm telling you, he's hooked!
He needs you to get back his accounting books.
- It's obvious! No? - Now you're not facing reality.
Another round, please.
Haven't we had enough?
No, we're celebrating.
Need anything, Commissioner?
No, thanks. Just getting some air.
Some life, huh?
Don't you think?
Why did you join the police?
Because I was lazy,
- I had no sklils... - It was the same for me.
I was a cop 24 hours a day for 30 years...
and I don't know why either.
Here I am at 5AM with some clown...
who'll do the same and end up alone, like me.
Fortunately! Can you imagine?
A cop's wife waiting for us at home...
with lamb stew!
No, we're kings, we are.
Alone, free...
We'll get Lardatte at a bargain price.
We're the winners.
I like lamb stew, actually.
You claim you gave 50,000 francs in cash to Inspector Lefevre here...
for a favorable report? - Yes, Your Honor.
Thank you, you may go now.
Nice police force!
Fortunately, there are still honest policemen.
There are two kinds of policemen:
those who play politics and those who don't.
The first one never get shot a nd never end up here.
They keep files for everyone...
they're almost untouchable. I don't play politics...
or keep files. I played with loudspeaker and they came down hard.
Save your defence for the court.
You're free to go.
Not you, Inspector.
You wouldn't believe me...
what I have to make up to do my job.
What do you want? I have nothing to tell you.
Your replacement Pignol came by.
He said I'm dealing with him from now on.
I only give information to real cops, not you.
Is everyone mute now? The informants are saying nothing...
no one knows anything! Right?
Martin!
You saw nothing and heard nothing?
You neither?
Same thing here?
Thank you, gentlemen.
Boss!
We located Portor.
We're doing a raid tonight with Commissioner Pignol.
Did Pignol tell you to leave me out?
I got a problem with you, Pignol.
Don' you think you're jumping the gun a little?
I know you've instructed my informants and my men, I can prove it.
Know how? We'll arrest Portor together.
Thanks, but my plan of action's is in place.
There's no plan of action. We have to take him alive.
You'll just get all the cops in town and yell "Charge!"
Portor'll be so full of lead, you'll need a crane to lift him.
- No, we're using my plan of action. - Ledoux put me on the case.
The judge left me on it. Ledoux has to listen.
The judge told you? Yeah, and it's time to go!
- Where to? - The showdown, like in Westerns.
- The main street, the showdown, the fastest win! - Are you nuts?
It's your problem! I don't want to get shot!
You have nothing to lose, but I have my whole life!
I need Portor alive, understand? Come with me...
or sit on your ass like you have for 30 years.
Commissioner Pignol is a little tired.
I'll handle Portor.
Shit...
Ransac!
Take care of Ransac!
You move, Lefevre!
Don't shoot!
Shit!
Keep it up. Thanks. Call us back here.
The area's cordoned off and they're doing a house-to-house.
- Ransac'll be fine, the bullet missed his lung. - Thanks.
I need a word with both of you.
Commissioner Pignol went to visit Portor's wife.
Have you lost your mind? You covered up a death...
and dragged your men into a farce! The only explanation is...
you've lost your mind! - Listen, sir...
No! Your tactics is misguided! You kept me in the dark...
so be quiet! - Sir...
You! I'll take care of you and that bandage- covered idiot!
He can keep his IV stand...
and be a street mime! Get out of here!
If judge Delmesse doesn't charge you, I will!
I won't go easy on you!
No charges will be laid.
- There was no corruption. - I don't get it.
I set the whole thing up. Bailiff's holding the money.
What are you talking about?
I wasn't facing reality, sir.
I wanted to tar Portor and Lardatte with the same brush.
The killer and the upstanding citizen. I had no chance.
You know nothing. Your methods are unaccaptable.
I don't share your ideas regarding police' methods of work.
You'll leave for Montpellier right away.
If Delmesse charges you with contempt of court...
I won't stop him.
- And Portor? - That concerns Pignol and the Rouen Police!
You are in Montpellier, understand?
Portor's at Lardatte's. He's taken him hostage!
The house is surrounded. The guard called us.
What should we do?
- Want some? - No, thanks.
Let's take a little walk.
Give yourself up, Portor! You have no chance.
Go easy on yourself!
Verjeat!
- Let me talk to Verjeat! - This is Commissioner Pignol, talk to me.
I want to talk to Verjeat! Answer Verjeat!
This is Superintendent Ledoux, head of Homicide.
Talk to me, Portor!
Let me talk to Verjeat!
Answer him, Verjeat! He'll kill me!
- Can you hear me, Verjeat? - Answer him.
Don't be stupid.
I want a car with full tank and no more cops!
- Hear me, Verjeat? - Go ahead.
Verjeat is in Montpellier.
So long, kid.