Borderline (2014) - full transcript

Based on C. Gavat's life

96 hours in police custody

Was Antoine Cervoni murdered,

or did the president's former adviser

kill himself

in his office

at the Interior Ministry

where he'd recently been made

Senior Defence Official.

The official version,

according to which

Cervoni committed suicide,

contains many factual errors

and untruths.

Although the police reports

substantiate the suicide theory,

the deceased's family's lawyers

claim the investigation was flawed.

Why are you up?

It isn't time for school yet.

I wanted to recite my poem.

Come here.

Don't you want to recite it tonight?

No. I wait for you every night

and you never come.

I don't do an ordinary job.

Baddies come out at night.

It isn't my fault.

What's the poem?

The Lament of

the Little White Horse.

- Who's it by?

- Paul Fort.

"The little horse

'mid winter's height,

"ah, what a gallant heart he bore

He was a little pony white

"all behind and he before.

"He was a little pony white,

all behind and he before.

"He never saw the Spring arise

to gild the dreary landscape o'er

"He never saw the sunny skies,

either behind or before,

"He never saw the sunny skies,

either behind or before,

"He was contented evermore

drawing the village lads

"Through the rain's unceasing pour,

all behind and he before.

"Through the rain's unceasing pour,

all behind and he before.

"His little cart behind him went,

chasing the jaunty tail he wore,

"It was then he was content,

all behind and he before.

"It was then he was content,

all behind and he before.

"But one day, beneath..."

Don't move, honey.

Go on.

- Go see Mum.

- Police!

Go upstairs!

What the hell's going on?

- Out the way!

- Don't shove!

Couldn't you have simply

asked him to come in?

The circumstances demanded it.

You're not paid to judge

just to produce results.

DAY ONE

Chief Superintendent

Internal Affairs

What's so amusing?

Name, date and place

of birth, please.

It's all in my file.

Look at it and copy it.

I'd change your tone

if I were you.

The situation is hardly

very welcoming,

but I would ask you

to remain courteous.

Courteous?

Turning up at my home at 6am

with cops in balaclavas,

who cuffed me in front of my family,

is being courteous?

- Why am I here?

- You're implicated in a case

of corruption, criminal association

and drug trafficking.

- Is that all?

- That's all.

Name, date and place of birth?

Blain, Willy, César, Lucien,

born on October 6, 1961 in Bordeaux,

to Henri and Georgette Legrand.

Belt, laces, jewellery,

put them in here.

I know the ropes.

Forget the rest, son.

If you want to strip me,

you'll need back-up.

How about a finger

about your arse?

- What are you doing here?

- Same as you.

They've also hauled in Rossi

and D'Angelo of the Drug Squad.

- Do not communicate.

- What's your name?

- Samir.

- How old are you?

24, sir.

- When did you start?

- A year and a half ago.

A year and a half ago?

Good luck, Samir.

Don't worry, Willy.

They need to make some noise,

so they're squeezing us.

It'll soon blow over.

See you tomorrow at noon

for a drink.

Where are we going?

- Brussels.

- What are we going to do there?

Karim screwed up a job.

They did a ram raid

on a jeweller's.

The cops attacked them.

- Where is he?

- Hiding in a car park.

One guy is dead,

the other's in a bad way.

What's it got to do with us?

It was a close thing.

Take this.

What about my mate?

I can't take him like that.

It's too risky.

Will it be the same for a shit?

Sorry, sir.

It's the same for everyone.

Yeah, right!

What time is it?

1:22pm.

Take care of her.

Get a female colleague to search her.

And put her in solitary.

Who is she?

Blain's mistress.

To be handled with caution.

Sugar?

No.

Do you want to eat something?

I can get a tray sent up.

I'm fine.

I examined your file very carefully.

Top of your year,

exemplary conduct,

medal for bravery,

injured twice on duty

and a record number of busts

in the region.

The latest assessment

from your superior,

Chief Superintendent

Philippe Jansen:

"Dynamic, intelligent element,

with faultless conduct,

"who, by inspiring

a sense of duty in his men,

"has made his team

one of the CID's best units."

What did you do to him

to get such praise?

What do you think?

How long have you been

with your husband?

Nearly 15 years.

Did you know about his affair

with this woman?

- No.

- Is this the first time?

I've no idea.

How has he been recently?

Same as usual: absent.

Did he ever mention

who he saw or what he did?

To talk,

you have to see a person.

Surely you have time together?

Before screwing other women,

he screwed the police.

For any personal questions,

I suggest you ask him.

Look, madam,

your husband is implicated in...

I don't give a damn.

I just want to go home

to my children.

Change your tone

and answer my questions.

On November 13,

acting on information

from a protected source,

at 3:47pm

you and your unit stopped

a "go-fast" convoy

at the interchange between

the A43 and the A432.

According to your report,

there should've been

300kg of cocaine in the boot

of the BMW 740i

registered in Germany,

which was transporting the drugs.

But your report states

you only found 40kg

of those 300kg.

Correct.

The driver of the BMW,

Said Larbi, when questioned

by the investigating judge,

said there were 60kg

of cocaine in the boot,

and not 40,

as your report says.

He's lying. There were 40kg.

My men will confirm that.

You mean Captain Rossi,

Lieutenants Batz and D'Angelo,

and Captain Ayache?

On the drug weighing report,

there are only two names:

yours and Philippe Jansen's.

Was any other officer

present at the weighing?

No.

In other words,

between a dealer who's

making things worse for himself

by saying he was actually

transporting more drugs

and the statements of two officers

with unorthodox methods,

it's the two police officers

I should believe?

I think so, yes.

You could even ask yourself

how many times

they have risked their lives

to dry up the drug market.

All I'm asking myself is

what you did with the other 20kg.

In recent months,

have you noticed

any odd transactions

on your bank accounts?

Large sums of money credited

or debited, for instance.

Did your husband usually

have a lot of cash on him?

How did he pay?

I don't know.

Like I said,

we rarely saw one another.

You have a nice life.

A home like yours,

the Jeep, the Porsche, the horses.

How did you pay for it?

The house was paid for

with a mortgage. The horses

are my job.

The 4WD was my father's

and we bought the Porsche

for 13,000 euros.

Half the price of your car, huh?

I'm allowed to let you go

after this interview. Your husband

will be staying the night.

Do you want to say goodbye?

Goodbye.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Hello.

Hi, pet. Here...

Stash this.

Thanks.

- Honey!

- Here I am.

I'll never forget your help.

I won't forget either, Karim.

Without us,

you'd have been nabbed.

One favour deserves another.

I know.

Well?

- Well what?

- Give me some food.

- You wanna eat?

- Yes.

300kg of coke. It's arriving

from Punta Cana on a jet.

From Versailles,

it'll be taken by "go-fast" to Lyon.

- When?

- Day after tomorrow.

- Who told you?

Raouf Chelli. It's his order.

If he finds out you grassed,

he'll rip out your tongue.

I don't give a toss.

I'm not scared of him.

Hang on, excuse me.

Don't sulk!

It's nice here.

What are you playing at?

He shot a guy!

So what? One less crook,

and a great case for us.

That's all that matters.

Come on, relax!

What are you looking at?

Do you like her?

She's new,

she just arrived.

Noella. Her bloke's been inside

for 3 years. She's well horny.

Come on.

- What is it?

- Pig's trotters.

It wasn't deliberate.

Got a cigarette?

Yes, sure.

Keep the pack.

Thanks.

Right, well, enjoy your meal.

Did you imagine

your job'd be like this?

- Where are you from?

- Nice.

How d'you end up here?

Bottom of the class.

So I didn't really have a choice.

- Plan to do this for life?

- I'm studying to be an officer.

- This is just for now.

- Any diplomas?

Master's in law

and a BA in politics.

So why the police?

Actually, my granddad was a cop,

so was my dad,

and my brother's a cop. So...

I'm doing the same.

I have to go.

I'm not really allowed

to talk to you.

- Call if you want a light.

- Thanks, Samir.

Despite their many enemies

among those they pursued

and frequented,

they built a close

network of contacts

enabling them to have access

to first-rate information

and guaranteeing them

a remarkable success rate.

These arrests reopen the debate

on the legitimacy of

certain excesses in the police,

excesses linked

to the special relationship

too many police officers have

with criminals

in order to do their job.

Here's the head of Internal Affairs,

Chief Superintendent Joseph Dahan.

Although this scandal reveals

the flaws of the system,

it's a victory for those

who do their job by the book

and those who believe

in an upright and honest force.

I promise to eliminate

all the parasites who,

through their criminal...

Yes.

I know, Dad,

I'm watching it.

But Dahan is a shit.

You know, you worked with him.

It's to bury the Cervoni affair.

Everyone's playing along,

including me.

What else can I do?

I know, Dad,

you already told me.

I'll call you back.

DAY TWO

Come on, wake up!

The judge wants to see you.

Can I have a wash?

You're not going to a dance!

Yes.

This is Judge Vojak,

who is heading the investigation

of which you and Jansen

are the subjects.

I wished to inform you myself

of the extension of your custody.

It is evident,

following your initial statements,

there are many grey areas

to be cleared up in this case,

in particular your relationship

with the young prostitute, Noella.

- She's a hostess not a prostitute.

- What's the difference?

A hostess sleeps

with men she's attracted to.

She was the mistress

of a criminal

who's just been released

after serving 5 years

for a holdup

and attempted murder.

You're going to say

it's to be as close as possible

to the crooks you pursue?

That's right.

Where do I sign?

And the conditions

of your detention?

There isn't a sea view.

And what's this?

Why detain my wife?

She isn't involved.

It's between us cops.

And judges wishing

to shed light

on unacceptable practices.

Those practices enabled you

to further your career.

A good cop gets results.

And there's only one way:

put your hands in shit

and stir so something comes out.

There's shit stirring

and landing yourself in it.

It's hardly the same thing.

If you think stealing drugs

and hanging out in clubs

with crooks and prostitutes

is a way of doing good,

then we don't have

the same idea

of how to do this job.

That's likely.

Tell me about Noella.

How did you meet her?

- Not going to cuff me today?

- Would you like that?

According to our sources,

you met her

in a club on the Champs-Elysées,

the Cindy Club. Correct?

One of her friends

introduced you.

A regular, Karim Beloufa.

Is that correct?

I don't remember.

Will these jog your memory?

The Cindy Club has been

under surveillance for a year.

Our officers took the photos.

As well as being

a well-known base

for the capital's crooks

and even some from Lyon and Grenoble,

a well-informed source told us

it was also popular

with some high-ranking

Parisian police officers,

who hang out there with women

of questionable morals

who keep dubious company.

Which is why our department

set up the surveillance.

If you already know,

why ask me?

To find out if you're a liar.

You don't seem to realize

how serious this situation is.

It isn't about sex between

a cop and a whore.

It's a drug trafficking case.

20kg of cocaine that you

and Jansen are suspected

of having taken to pay

your criminal friends

including Karim Beloufa,

who is wanted for robbing

a jeweller's in Brussels

and suspected of killing

his accomplice, Mr Sahraoui,

who was found with 2 bullets

in his head in a carpark.

Come with me.

You're allowed to take me

out of my cell?

What if I leg it?

Where would you go

without your ID?

We have all your stuff.

What do you want?

- For you to tell me.

- To tell you what?

I dunno.

What went on between Blain,

Jansen and Beloufa.

About the nature

of their relationship.

You reckon I'm gonna tell you

what I didn't say at the station?

You've wasted a breakfast

for nothing, love.

I'd rather give you a blowjob

than grass people up.

It was to help you,

to get you out of 3 years inside.

I'm not going inside.

I just slept with a cop.

It isn't a crime.

He's suspected of drug trafficking

and being an accessory to murder.

My enemies' friends

are my enemies.

He goes down,

you go down with him.

Even if I wanted to talk,

I don't know anything.

With Will, it was just for fun,

it wasn't business.

- What about the coke?

- You're gonna hassle me for 2g?

- Did he take it with you?

- I was his coke.

He hadn't screwed his wife in years.

You know all about that.

Listen carefully, you.

You might be a great fuck

but you're nobody.

Just a little whore

who had the wrong cop. OK?

Wipe your face!

This is no ordinary case

you're mixed up in.

We need culprits at all costs.

Either you talk

or you'll end up inside.

So you never met Karim Beloufa

other than in the Cindy?

He was just an acquaintance,

not a friend.

You knew he was wanted

in several countries

for international drug trafficking.

We didn't discuss everything.

I understand your wish

to protect your informers.

You should think about it.

In less than 70 hours,

it'll be too late.

Come in.

How's our case going,

Superintendent?

Rossi, D'Angelo and Blain's wife

were released after questioning.

Blain denies everything,

Jansen refuses to be questioned.

- And the whore?

- Moreau's on her.

Not too much, I hope.

Don't make that face.

You knew it'd be complicated.

Those guys are CID veterans.

They know the rules of the game.

You have to be smarter.

Catherine, the police

doesn't act with feelings

but with convictions.

Convictions are more dangerous foes

of truth than lies.

That's Nietzsche.

Nietzche was a poor

syphilitic lunatic.

How can you give credit to a man

who said Parsifal was compatible

with the decline of German art?

They've been there 2 days...

in the cold.

We have to give them

what they expect.

Don't count on me.

I'm going to try to shed light

on this case, but not like that.

- Don't try to shed light.

Shed it.

Will, look at me.

You OK? You OK?

Will, look at me.

Look at me! Willy!

Willy, look at me.

Are you OK?

Will?

Here...

Come on.

You gave us a real fright, pal.

An ambulance is on its way.

They'll check you out.

It's OK, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Why did you throw yourself

at their car?

You're crazy, Willy.

One day you're gonna kill yourself.

Here, I found it in the ditch.

Sure you're OK?

I'm fine, don't worry.

Two kids. The driver

doesn't even have a licence.

What was in the car?

Barely a 3rd.

We've been screwed.

- There isn't even 60kg.

- What does that mean?

It means Karim tricked us.

What you fucking up to?

Come on!

Come here!

Stop! Stop!

I don't like being screwed, Karim!

If I intercept a "go-fast",

it isn't for nothing.

What do you mean?

There wasn't even 60 kg!

How d'you explain that?

Hey, I didn't know!

They must've changed plans.

I've always been straight with you.

- Why would I screw you?

- Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me!

I'll never screw you. Never.

OK, OK, enough.

- Enough!

- I didn't screw you.

Just go home, pack your bags

and leave the area.

You've gotta hide.

It was a lure,

to see if you'd grass.

Now they know.

What am I gonna do?

I'm broke.

I took 5kg for you.

It's in the boot.

You can make a fresh start.

Join us upstairs.

It isn't necessary.

When did you last see Beloufa?

- 2 or 3 months ago.

- Where?

I already told you.

- At the Cindy Club?

- Yes.

Who were you with?

Why all these questions?

Karim Beloufa vanished

on November 13,

the day you and Jansen

intercepted the "go-fast" convoy.

He hasn't been seen at any

of the nightclubs he frequented.

His family and friends

haven't been able to explain

his sudden disappearance.

And he hasn't been seen

at any of his usual haunts.

It isn't the first time

a crook has disappeared.

Beloufa wasn't an ordinary crook,

he was your and Jansen's informer.

Why "was"?

His body was found in the boot

of an abandoned car

less than an hour ago.

It would appear he was tortured

then executed.

3 bullets in the neck.

I hope the ballistics experts

don't find the gun used

belonged to you or Jansen.

Are you mad?

You think we'd kill a crook,

and with one of our guns too?

I don't think anything.

All I know is,

the last two people seen with him

were you and your friend Jansen.

Drug trafficking, corruption,

criminal association

and now voluntary manslaughter.

If you want me to confess,

extend my custody.

Change your tone,

Superintendent.

Your custody has already

been extended.

And if you are involved

in any way with Beloufa's murder,

I'll make sure

you don't get off lightly.

I bought them for you.

Your favourite brand, huh?

A year of surveillance

has to have its uses.

Even my wife doesn't know.

What else do you know?

Lots of things.

Thank you.

You know, for years,

I was praised

because I got results.

No one among the top brass

ever bothered to find out

how I got those results.

They just took their medals

and slowly climbed the ladder

while staring at their toes.

And now, all of a sudden,

there's a moralistic wind blowing

in the plush offices of these gents.

They have looked up,

opened their eyes

and feigned outrage

while sitting in the ministry.

It makes me want to puke.

No one's fooled,

dear Mrs Van Roy.

If you expect me to show remorse,

you're in for a long wait.

Because I'm proud to be a cop.

Humiliate me all you like,

back the dirty tricks of the judge

and those who've organised

this farce with him,

you won't strip me of my pride.

It's worth more than shame

and the hypocrisy

of this shitty system.

It's thanks to it

I'm still standing.

What time is it?

4:10pm.

I'd like to call

my children and wife.

To reassure them.

Is that possible?

You can call from here.

Thank you.

We've got a problem

in the cells.

Noella Vicaire

has slit her wrists.

Stay here with him.

Your wife's beautiful.

Yes, she is beautiful.

Don't go through my things.

Do you often cheat on her?

What difference does it make?

Why do you cheat on her?

Why do you prostitute yourself?

I don't like men.

But you love your wife, huh?

I have to go.

I'll call you.

I don't like men

but I'm fond of you.

What does your man say?

He's inside.

He doesn't need to know.

Ask forensics

to send someone over.

I don't know how

she got a knife.

Maybe it's the one she used

in the cafe opposite.

We'll discuss it later,

Captain Moreau.

Thank you.

How is she?

She'll survive

but she needs intensive care.

She's been taken

by ambulance to hospital.

Who is she for you?

Do you love her?

When you head

a prestigious department

and have sex with a prostitute,

do you ever wonder

whether it's going

to get you into trouble?

Yes.

But you do it anyway.

Why?

Adrenaline.

Lack of love, desire,

I don't know.

Take your pick.

If you want to call home,

you can do so now.

You've reached the Blains.

Please leave a message.

Camille, it's me.

I wanted to know

how you all were.

Please forgive me for all this...

I'm truly sorry.

Kiss the kids for me.

Give them my love. I miss you all.

I love you.

Fucking hell!

It's me they want.

Keep quiet and it'll be fine.

Please, gents!

The drugs are a pretext.

They want to hush up

the Cervoni affair.

- Enough!

- They've got fuck all.

- Please!

- Yeah, right!

They don't have a case,

and they never will!

Don't give up, Willy!

Fucking vending machines!

Here.

Thank you.

9 hours!

He refuses to come out.

It's understandable.

It's such a shitty world,

he's better off in there.

Right, this is cat's piss.

- Do you smoke?

- Yes.

Want to go for a smoke?

I'd love to.

- Is it a boy or a girl?

- We don't know.

We already have

a boy and a girl.

Nice one! This is my first

and my last.

I'm too old for this.

I'm Philippe.

Willy Blain.

Willy Blain, the cop?

Jansen.

I'm the head of the CIIS.

I know.

The 1st to have a baby

buys the other a drink. OK?

You're on.

- How long have you been together?

- I don't know.

You give her 3 kids

and you don't know?

I don't care how long it's been!

I'm happy.

Do you know

how long it's been?

Oh yes.

It's been...

22 years, 6 months...

and 13 days.

You're counting as if

you were in the slammer!

It feels like I am.

Why d'you think

I chose the anti-gang unit?

I'm happier in a stake-out car

than slouched on the sofa

watching TV.

- Why have a kid then?

- Because...

Because she wanted one.

And I didn't have the balls to leave.

Come on.

To my son

and your daughter.

Milo, can we have

the same again?

- No, I've had enough.

- Come on, don't be a pain.

If I said I'd only ever touched

my wife, would you believe me?

We met at 17

and got married at 20.

Then we spent 22 years

trying to have a kid.

The docs said it was impossible.

Then, all of a sudden,

bam! I'm a dad.

A dad at 40, unbelievable, huh?

- Thanks.

- Put it on his bill.

- He lost.

- Only by 10 minutes.

10 minutes is 10 minutes, mate.

You're 10 minutes late

for a bust, you're fucked.

What does your lady do?

Breeds horses.

- So you're loaded?

- No.

It's a small stud farm,

a family business. And yours?

She waits.

She waits for me to come home

and I don't want to...

I love my job basically,

more than my wife, than anything.

If you don't like it,

you shouldn't do it.

I need a deputy in my unit.

Apply if you're interested

and I'll take care of it.

Did I say something wrong?

No.

Then welcome to

the anti-gang unit, mate.

I'll ask you one last time.

Do you confirm

there was 40kg of cocaine,

and not 60,

as Said Larbi said,

in the "go-fast" car

that you intercepted

on November 13 at 15:47pm,

at the interchange between

the A43 and the A432?

I do.

Do you also confirm

that you never took

any of the drugs

to pay one or several

of your informers?

I do.

Hi, Will, it's me.

I need a favour.

Is there anyone

in the office with you?

I'm alone, go on.

I need you to take another 15kg.

I know it's a lot, but it's urgent.

It's for one of my narks.

- I swear it's worth it, Will.

- When do you want it?

I'll come by tonight.

Thanks, you're a pal.

We know where the 15kg went.

That leaves 5.

What did you do with them?

Snort them or sell them?

How long were you listening?

I never gave the drugs to Jansen.

I didn't follow through.

I smelt trouble.

- Don't take the judge for a jerk!

- It's the truth though.

Captain Ayache was there.

He dissuaded me.

Just ask him.

Captain Ayache

is on a mission abroad.

We've tried to reach him

several times.

He must have heard

about your predicament

and is playing dead

out of solidarity.

I believe you stole 20kg

from the boot of the car.

You put 15 aside

to help your superior,

as he'd asked you to...

and you gave the other 5 to

Beloufa for services rendered.

I'll let you do the maths.

Sorry, I had a meeting

in a new girly bar.

I lingered a bit.

Fucking pain. 2 hours!

It's my wedding anniversary.

I'll get grief again.

- She shouldn't be with a cop.

- Yeah, right!

A ton of heroin

is worth 15kg of coke, isn't it?

Who told you?

The bird of one of the mules.

A useful fuck.

- You seeing other women?

- I've aged.

You're a big boy,

but I'm not happy.

Don't be a pain, Will!

Superintendent Jansen, please.

3 days without a woman.

You're taking huge risks.

It isn't in your interests

to make things worse, Mr Jansen.

You can call me Philippe.

Nor is it advisable to stay holed up

in this cell and stubbornly

refuse to be questioned.

It's not the best tactic

with Judge Vojak.

Screw Judge Vojak!

Just take responsibility

as head of the unit.

It could save those who

were just obeying your orders.

You're a courageous man.

It isn't like you

to take the crew down too.

I can only confess if I did wrong.

You have no proof.

I have the recording

of a conversation

between you and Blain.

Sure it's me?

Don't take me for an idiot.

Your phone's been tapped

for over a year.

Your home, your office,

your car, your mobile, the lot.

Listening to your conversations

and those of most

of your acquaintances,

you're no cop,

you just have the badge.

What we say on the phone

and what we do

isn't necessarily the same thing.

Phone tapping has never

constituted legal proof.

It can just be used

to support a case.

Now get out of my cell.

I've heard enough from you.

I'm done.

Take him back to his cell.

Your men had it delivered.

It's forbidden usually,

but as it's you...

Good luck! We're with you.

The 54th.

Given the gravity of the facts,

Judge Vojak has extended the custody

of the 2 heads of department

implicated in this case,

Superintendents

Philippe Jansen and Willy Blain.

Questioned for 72 hours

at the Internal Affairs Paris HQ,

the two officers had to explain

the disappearance of

20kg of cocaine...

Why did you switch it off?

Aren't you interested?

- They're talking rubbish.

- Why is he still being held then?

- Well, I'm interested.

- Stop!

- I'm going to watch it.

- Lucas, you... Give it to me!

- What's your problem?

- Everything!

Know what they say at school?

That he fucks whores,

sells drugs

and he's a bent cop.

I've fought twice today

because of him.

So I want to know

if he's worth fighting for.

Don't talk like that

in front of your sisters.

How's my girl?

- What are you doing here?

- He recognized you.

Hello, Dad.

He's been pining for you

for 3 days.

He obviously has things to say.

Don't be silly.

You came from Dijon for that?

When you love

you don't count the cost.

It's because of Blain

and Jansen, isn't it?

Want to talk somewhere else?

- What's so special about them?

- Passion.

Passion is no excuse.

It's the difference between

a good cop and a shit like Dahan.

I know his methods,

I've spent time with him.

- I know what he's capable of.

- So?

His hushing up

the Cervoni scandal

means Blain and Jansen are clean?

They were only doing their job,

as I taught them to do.

That's right, my girl.

I was their instructor

at the police academy.

If you had read their files,

you'd have known.

I had them both 5 years apart.

They were among the best...

natural-born police officers.

From the start,

I knew they'd make great cops.

They had something in common:

that look in their eyes...

The CID's their life,

investigation's in their blood.

They're true criminal hunters.

I taught them the ropes,

the ins and outs, the tricks.

I also taught them...

how not to fall.

They obviously didn't remember

the whole lesson.

What are you trying to say?

They became like that

because of you?

I made good cops of them.

And I'm proud of it.

I'm tired of good cops being shot

at point-blank range.

It's necessary, Dad.

A good cop must be an example.

That's what I was taught.

What's a good example?

Taking the risks

they've taken for 20 years

to bring down

the biggest gangs around

or sitting comfortably

at your desk

and crapping on them,

like those whose careers they made?

Don't pick the wrong target, love.

Blain and Jansen aren't crooked.

Just cops with their methods.

Just because these methods

are questionable today

is not enough

to put them behind bars.

If you condemn them,

you condemn me too.

You've no right to say that.

Give my grandson my love.

Come on, you.

Out you go.

- What's this?

- Well, in South America,

there are freshwater fish

that eat people.

Did you know?

They're called piranhas.

These cowboys have put

a sick cow in the river.

While it's being eaten

by the piranhas,

they take the rest of the herd

around this way.

That way they won't be eaten.

It sucks.

What's wrong, Mum?

I have to go back to work.

We'll be together tomorrow.

That's a promise.

I love you.

Marion, I have to go back to work.

Could you stay over?

No problem.

Don't you worry.

- Thanks. Have a good evening.

- Bye.

If you want to get

a drunken confession out of me,

you'll need more than a bottle.

I know you're a hard drinker,

I wouldn't risk it, don't worry.

I got the most expensive bottle.

I hope it's good.

Tell me what I owe you.

Just a good answer

and we'll be quits.

The name of the person

the 60kg of coke belonged to.

- How would I know?

- Answer my question.

What'll you do with it?

His name's Raouf Chelli.

A big shit from

La Grande Borne in Grigny.

Had for drug trafficking, GBH,

gang rape

and attempted murder.

Imagine Chelli hears

one of his stooges meets you

just before a big delivery.

What d'you think he'd do?

What those bastards do

for whom a life means no more

than a gob of spit.

Maybe he was smarter for once.

Right...

He tells Karim Beloufa

he's arranging a "go-fast"

with a huge delivery.

He lets Karim tip you off.

Then he puts 60kg of coke in a car,

which you rush to intercept,

and transports the big delivery

without any hassle.

He has the proof Karim grassed

and has him killed.

It's the sick cow principle.

Do you know

where Chelli stashes his drugs?

There are several possibilities.

I'll tell you for another glass.

What's your perfume?

Answer my question

and I'll tell you.

According to our sources,

it's at a babysitter's

in La Peupleraie in Grigny.

For more info,

ask my drug squad guys.

They'll give you the address.

It's blackberry and musk.

My perfume is blackberry

and musk. It's artisanal.

I'm really sorry

you've got into this mess.

And I'm sorry about how

it's been handled.

Did you really have to make a fuss

and serve us up to the press?

Telling us off in private

would've been enough.

We'd have quit our shit

and gone back into action.

Instead of being scapegoats.

What do you mean by

"quit our shit"?

You know very well

what I mean.

The top brass knows,

our ministers...

Everyone knows.

It's a war out there.

We're expected to use catapults

and the code of ethics

against guys with guns,

who film us

while we're being shot at.

Where's the truth in all this?

With those who put up

a token resistance

to preserve democracy

or with those bastards

who raise hell?

No one must break the law,

certainly not a cop.

We acted to serve and protect,

never for personal gain.

You think if you give

a nark 500 euros,

he'll tip you off?

A nark needs more.

He lives like a crook.

He'll give a lot if he gets a lot.

He doesn't want

to be on the payroll

or have his name on record.

If you give seized drugs

to an informer,

they'll be sold again.

Have you thought of that?

I do every time,

but we have no choice.

Am I disturbing you?

I see you have some wine.

Are you waiting for the nibbles?

We were discussing

how hard it is to do our job.

And?

And I'd like to go back to my cell.

I thought I could trust you.

I was mistaken.

It's the only way

to get him to talk.

You think if you give

a nark 500 euros

he'll tip you off?

A nark needs more.

He's crook

with a crook's lifestyle.

He'll give a lot

if he gets a lot.

You'll have my report

on your desk tomorrow.

DAY FOUR

Police!

Police!

Don't move.

Turn round!

Shut it!

I spoke to the other units.

Raouf Chelli did not resist

being taken in.

Two handguns were found

during the search.

A 9mm and a 11.43.

One of them could be

the gun used to kill Karim Beloufa.

Excellent.

Take everyone in

and place Chelli in custody

for drug trafficking and murder.

I was out of line with the girl.

It was to win her trust

and get her to talk.

She confirmed things.

Blain and Jansen got information

in exchange for services.

Your information's worthless.

It was obtained illegally.

You acted outside the law

and extremely recklessly.

You're no different

to the cops we investigate.

I haven't written a damning report

to avoid another scandal.

But I'd like you to give me

your transfer request

so that you can leave your post

after this inquiry. Internal Affairs

doesn't need cops like you.

Excuse me...

What are you playing at?

What right do you have

to take over this operation?

What right do you have to act

as chief investigator in a case

that falls under the purview

of the CID alone?

Who do you think you are,

for God's sake?

Things are enough

of a mess already!

Our job is to fight corruption

within our own force.

To effectively fight this corruption,

we must behave discreetly.

Carrying on openly

with those you're after

won't get you the best results,

believe you me.

9 people brought in,

230kg of cocaine,

2 guns probably used

in a murder,

that's carrying on openly?

The Minister of the Interior

is harassing me

for the result of an inquiry

into 2 bent cops

involved in a case

that could damage for good

our institution and put an end

to our leaders' careers.

So believe me,

at this very moment,

the minister couldn't care less

how, why and with which gun

a scumbag like Karim Beloufa

was murdered.

Don't oblige me to tell him

you were over-zealous

with your old CID pals.

Just go and write your report

about Blain's confidences

and give the minister

some good news.

We'd have quit our shit

and gone back into action.

Instead of being scapegoats.

What do you mean by

"quit our shit"?

Come in.

You know very well

what I mean.

Remove his handcuffs

then leave, please.

Your custody release form.

You will go before the judge

this afternoon.

Your information was correct.

Raouf Chelli was found

with a handgun

that matched the one used

to murder Karim Beloufa.

And 230kg of cocaine

were found at the babysitter's.

I'd like to thank you.

Don't mention it.

A long time ago.

I was in the car.

The other cop was me.

Get down!

I usually drove.

But he wanted to drive that day.

I know, I know all

the reports by heart.

I even blamed you for years.

You knew all along?

What does it change?

Here, have my number.

A memento for you.

For me, it's meaningless.

What is it?

A medal of honour.

Make good use of it.

Thank you, sir.

Where's the truth in all this?

With those who put up

a token resistance

to preserve democracy

or with those bastards

who raise hell?

No one must break the law,

certainly not a cop.

We acted to serve and protect,

never for personal gain.

You think if you give

a nark 500 euros,

he'll tip you off?

A nark needs more.

He lives like a crook.

He'll give a lot if he gets a lot.

He doesn't want

to be on the payroll

or have his name on record.

Forget what I said to you.

You're staying, I'm leaving.

Are you coping OK?

I've got some bad news.

Jansen has been detained.

He's going to jail.

- Huh?

- Yes.

He's been busted for the drugs

and much more.

He kept bad company

and accepted gifts

from unsavoury types.

- Yes, I know.

- There's worse.

Your phone lines

were tapped for months.

They have information

that can be used against you.

Phone tapping evidence

doesn't hold up in court.

It enabled them

to track your every move

and find enough negative elements

to justify these proceedings.

Am I going down?

Your case isn't as bad as Jansen's.

Even though your escapades

and your affair

with that young whore for months

made a lot of folk jealous,

you're reproached

for having obeyed orders,

and thereby being indirectly involved

in embezzling drugs.

So now...

blindly obeying orders

or complicity for personal gain,

you'll have to convince the judge.

You had it coming to you.

You thought you were untouchable

because of your results,

but you ended up

making too much noise.

And noise bothers people.

They want a clean force

in a "clean" nation.

Plus the scandal

of the Cervoni affair,

which caught

the world media's attention.

They used you to mop up.

Come on.

Talk about justice!

Thanks a lot!

Where's Van Roy?

I don't know, sir.

She didn't say.

Catherine, it's Dahan.

Get your arse back in here

and give me the fucking report

before tonight,

or I'll send you

to the Aliens Office

to search the arses

of illegal Africans and Arabs.

Mr Blain...

following your hearing

and the examination

of the investigation conducted

for the purposes of this case,

you are being indicted

for drug trafficking,

active and passive corruption

and criminal association.

Criminal association?

What's this bullshit?

Sir, ask your client

to moderate his language

and keep his composure.

You are temporarily

relieved of your duties

and released

under court supervision.

It is prohibited to meet

any person involved in this case

and to communicate

with your former CID colleagues.

Any infringement

of this judicial decision,

and you'll be joining your friend

Superintendent Jansen in prison.

Is that clear?

Consider yourself lucky

to get off in this way.

"Will, I've gone to my parents'

with the children

"until you've packed

and found somewhere to live.

"Lilou has left you her poem

and a drawing.

"Don't try to call me,

I won't pick up.

"I need time.

"I hope you understand.

Camille."

The little horse

'mid winter's height,

what a gallant heart he bore!

He was a little pony white,

all behind and he before.

He was a little pony white,

all behind and he before.

He never saw the Spring arise

to gild the dreary landscape o'er

He never saw the sunny skies,

either behind or before.

He never saw the sunny skies,

either behind or before.

He was contented, evermore,

drawing the lads of the neighbourhood

through the rain's unceasing pour,

all behind and he before.

Through the rain's unceasing pour,

all behind and he before.

Catherine Van Roy

Internal Affairs

His little cart behind him went,

chasing the jaunty tail he wore.

It was then he was content,

all behind and he before.

It was then he was content,

all behind and he before.

One day beneath the winter's blight,

when he had been so good,

He died of a stroke of lightning.

What a gallant heart he bore!

He is dead without seeing

the Spring arise.

He is dead without seeing

the sunny skies.

Noella Vicaire, know her?

You don't screw the girls

of blokes inside, fucking cop!

He died of a stroke of lightning,

all behind and he before.

He died of a stroke of lightning,

all behind and he before.

He died of a stroke of lightning,

all behind and he before.

In memory of Denis Sylvain...

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