District 13: Ultimatum (2009) - full transcript
After a successful mission against drug lords, the efficient Captain Damien Tomaso is framed at home with three kilograms of heroin planted by the police in his kitchen and he is arrested. Meanwhile a group of teenagers film the action of dirty agents led by Roland from the security agency executing policemen in their car and then leaving the car with the corpses in the 13th District to blame the gangs and begin a civil war. Behind these events, the corrupt chief of the security agency Walter Gassman had received a huge amount as kickback from the constructor Harriburton that has interest to construct buildings in the poor area and uses the situation to force the President of France to authorize to nuke five towers in the district. The teenager with the film is hunted by the police but he delivers the memory card to Leito meanwhile Damien calls him from the precinct asking for help. The friends team-up with five dangerous bosses to gather evidences to prove to the president that Gassman has provoked the conflict in their district.
Sure you won't stay this side?
They start demolishing
the wall Monday.
Police stations and schools
will reopen.
Smile.
You don't seem very pleased.
I just hope
they keep their promises.
It's the law. Idiots like me
are here to enforce it.
THREE YEARS LATER
THE GOVERNMENT HAS CHANGED
BUT NOTHING ELSE HAS...
DISTRICT 13
ULTIMATUM
You!
Stop!
Go left!
Get him!
There he is!
Why'd you bring the cops down here?
Sorry.
You're too pale for our hood.
- I'm color-blind.
- And a wise guy.
Doudou!
Chill out.
Cute name.
Going to Gay Pride Day?
You look like you're in shape.
Gotta keep fit.
You!
Get rid of the tourists.
Come with me.
Leito,
stop blowing holes in the walls.
It ain't a Swiss cheese here.
Sorry, I can't get used to it.
I don't deserve a cage.
It ain't a cage, comrade.
Look...
You go where you want here.
Molko, it's a farm.
Has been forever.
They forgot their fine promises.
The government reneged on a promise?
That's a total outrage!
This is a ghetto.
Look at history...
Warsaw, Soweto, always the same.
They're slowly
drained of inhabitants and crushed.
That's way over my head.
All I see are walls
that protect us like a fortress.
Society wants to exclude us? OK.
We've got our own.
Tougher, stronger.
And it works just fine.
Straight up,
better to be king here
than a butthole over there.
So do us a favour,
stop blowing holes in the wall.
Or I'll blow holes in you.
Is it a deal?
From the Chink.
He's ready to go.
You're never on time.
A gin.
OK, you're good.
Go through.
They're good, we said.
The goods have arrived.
Shall I call the first client?
Get the chicks out.
Except that one.
Everybody out!
You, over here.
Go and see the master.
Dance for me.
Mr Woo will see you soon.
Tell him to move his arse.
Tell him in person, sir.
On your knees.
If you wanna earn it,
you gotta work for it.
You get on your knees, tubby.
Hands on your head.
- Tranny?
- Worse. A cop.
Mr Woo Yaw Tre,
you're under arrest.
Remain silent
until you're in custody.
If you think...
I said shut up.
Got that?
That's a 12th-century Ming vase.
A fake.
I took the original back.
- And the rest? All fakes?
- Except the Van Gogh.
Dragonfly to Central.
The Maggot's hooked.
Casting my line.
Repeat,
casting my line.
OK, Dragonfly. We're in position.
I'm the maggot?
I'd have gone for Rotten Dog,
but a fishing term's more appropriate.
Fishing?
Don't worry,
you'll soon see.
Chill, gentlemen.
Hygiene inspection.
We'd like to see the owner.
Sir, two cops at the door.
And most likely others undercover.
Very probably.
Put those on.
Move!
See? They're biting.
You're screwed.
The buildings booby-trapped.
If it was easy,
they wouldn't send me.
What's that?
Yell and it rips your cheek off.
Wanna try?
I'll mention in my report
that you cooperated.
Dragonfly to Central.
Going fishing.
Mr Woo's ready.
Just you. No witnesses.
Stay there, it's OK.
Good to see you again.
Freeze!
Hands up.
Move.
Gentlemen, after you.
They gonna call us Iasi?
It's age before beauty.
- Igor...
- Have we met?
- I have your photo on my wall.
- Shit!
Move.
Look up.
What's that?
You know. You guys invented it.
Please follow me.
They're fucking with us now!
Cool, Seb. it's our turn next.
You know how much we buy every week
from this douche bag?
Relax! There's no rush.
Here's your margarita.
Chill out.
Shove your margarita!
I want my dope! Got it?
Dragonfly, fish are jumping.
Intercept.
Mr Seb, I was coming for you.
Is this how you treat
your best customers?
Since when do I come last?
Last but not least. Hands out.
Who's this guy?
Who's the tranny?
What's this crap?
You're loaded like a missile.
No kidding!
I haven't slept for three years.
Let's see what we can do.
Li's nothing. I dropped a vase.
Catch completed.
- Send the dragnet.
- OK, Dragonfly. On our way.
- Freeze!
- Flat on the ground!
Hands on your head!
In position!
Inside, guys!
Keep close together!
You'll never get out alive, scumbag!
There's no way out.
Are you sure?
Give me the code?
I'd sooner die!
Silly me! I have the key.
Go!
- Did you net him?
- OK. Send more.
Number two, OK!
Gas!
There's another door!
Reinforced!
Cut the damn gas!
Found ii!
Watch out! There are booby-traps.
Officers down!
Rescue unit!
Clear 'em out!
What's going on?
Bastard Chink and tranny!
Shit!
- Everything OK?
- Sure, I'll go another way.
Take it easy.
This is worth 200 million euros.
It's a Van Gogh.
One scratch and it's worthless.
Bastard! Eat this!
I've got the keypad.
Have we met?
No time to get acquainted.
I have a bomb situation.
A bomb?
Got an idea?
Where are you?
- In the lab,
- We'll send all you need.
Dragonfly, here it comes.
Great.
Friendly faces, at last.
- No scratches?
- Don't think so.
I meant you.
I'm fine, thanks, Captain.
You feel it the next day.
Go and rest.
Do your report tomorrow.
Now's better,
with it fresh in my mind.
I'll sleep late tomorrow,
if that's OK?
Don't let me see you before noon.
- That's an order.
- Thanks.
- Good job.
- Thanks.
Everything's OK.
All clear.
Show them in.
Gentlemen...
Nice piece of work.
Magnificent.
How long to build a tower like that?
Depends on employment law.
In the Emirates, eight months.
Here, eight years.
Right...
The briefcase.
Same again for the site.
Double when we get permission
to build.
The operation starts tonight.
Perfect.
Thanks, guys. Later.
See you, Damien.
What's the code again?
Shit.
Damien?
You forgot me!
No.
I was just winding down
before coming to bed.
I've already had eight hours' rest.
I'm raring to go!
Be gentle.
I ache all over.
All over?
Almost
What's that? Make-up?
Yeah, it was for work.
I bet.
Since when do you work
in a tranny joint?
Cut it out. it's work, honest.
You'd better take good care of me,
or I'll get you a bad rep.
Yes, ma'am.
Suspicious white Peugeot.
Shopping center. District 7.
Got any better mood music?
Sorry.
I repeat,
White Peugeot, shopping center, D7.
134.
We'll take it.
OK, 134.
That was The Soldier's Walk.
We have a caller...
Samir? Is that right?
It's him!
Hey, Skyrock.
- Where are you calling from?
- The living room.
In my penthouse
near the Eiffel Tower.
Great view.
So where is this palace?
On the Champs-Elysées.
Great address. I'll take it.
OK, who's this one for?
It's for Safia.
I'm crazy about her.
She just lights up the whole hood.
He is so sweet.
Shit. Put your belt on.
What are they doing here?
We haven't done anything.
Samir!
The cops.
- Turn it down.
- It's only music.
- We're just hanging out.
- Change your tone!
Let's see your ID.
Here, my card. Take a look.
- Whose car is it?
- My fathers.
Drivers license.
- I'm not driving.
- You're behind the wheel!
I haven't got a license!
We're just listening to music.
It's not against the law!
We're not drunk or high.
Get out of the car.
Hurry up!
Shit. Another camera taken out.
Damn kids!
Send the tape
over to the Crime Squad.
What the hell's going on?
- I don't know..
- Film it.
Is there a problem, officer?
Routine check.
Two girls listening to music?
It's no big deal.
Round here,
the girls transport dope.
Lei's be magnanimous for once.
- Can you drive?
- Yeah.
- Beat it.
- No license.
Beat it!
That's her dad's car
and she has no license.
Shall we follow them?
We don't move! Keep filming.
This stinks.
- Who are you with?
- Special services.
Get back in your car.
Fuck!
Don't move! Film!
They smoked the cops!
I told you this stinks.
This is crazy!
The plates!
Zoom in on the plates!
OK, I got it.
This'll make the evening news.
We're not on the news yet.
Gimme the tape.
Samir!
Cops smoking other cops.
That's a bomb.
Yeah, but before we set it off,
let's get the official version.
Yeah, right.
What? Cops here?
What are you talking about?
You stupid?
They've got balls.
If one gets out, he's dead.
Hey, bro, you lost your way?
- They're not local.
- You sure?
They must be totally wasted.
Got them framed?
- Three of them.
- Perfect
This is our land, got it?
What the fuck?
You bastards!
Look at those idiots!
Lei it out, you chumps!
You got the time on screen?
4212.
Let's wrap it up and go.
D-I-S-S.
Where you going?
Can't sleep. I'm going to watch a film.
Go back to sleep, angel.
Your gun! Drop your gun!
Wrong floor. I'm a cop.
On the floor!
Turn it down.
Who commands your unit?
Let me talk to him.
I do.
You've got the wrong man.
Damien Tomasso.
Army captain
assigned to special forces.
31 years old.
What are you looking for?
Captain?
Found this in the kitchen.
That's what!
Get him some clothes.
We're taking him in.
I can't watch it.
Georges, explain yourself.
For six months,
you've boasted of great results.
Mr President, we can't have
men in every parking lot.
Spare me the line about budget cuts.
We spent
500 million on the inner cities.
Surely we can expect
some improvement.
How is such carnage possible?
This incident doesn't reflect
our efforts on the ground.
What, then?
I think it's an isolated case,
A score to settle maybe.
Let's hope so.
Get someone onto it.
Someone thorough and efficient.
Tomasso, for example.
It's a mission for him.
We thought so,
but he was arrested by Narcotics.
Tomasso? Are you sure?
Unfortunately.
He was up for the Order of Merit.
Gassman maybe, the head of DISS.
They know the projects.
Sure, fine.
Mr President...
Already?
I suppose
you're aware of the situation.
I briefed the captain.
Of course.
If people see this film,
they'll be up in arms.
The last thing we need
is a civil war.
I'm leaving for Rio,
the G10 summit.
For 48 hours.
Solve this case before I get back.
With the utmost discretion, of course.
You can rely on me, sir.
Post that on the web,
to remind the press
that war has always been vital
to democracy.
Newsflash.
Last night in District 13,
a clash between armed thugs
and police ended in tragedy.
Three individuals shot at three officers
killing them instantly
We found the bullet-riddled car
and footage of the incident.
It's a massacre!
Look. They didn't even fire back.
It's bullshit!
The car's not local.
Can it!
It's a set-up.
We don't do stuff like that.
So why are you here?
I hustle. Like everyone else.
Like your government
sells horseshit.
Hot air! They sell us hot air!
Get out, then!
You haven't done anything?
Out, then!
Get outta here!
Denis! What are you doing?
Move it!
Go back to your buddies! Fast!
Tell 'em it's not our fault either.
What's he doing?
Get lost! Go on!
Get outta here!
Which district?
- D13.
- Perfect
Boss, can I show you something?
Crime Squad sent it over.
The camera we took out.
When you rewind the tape,
before the chicks arrive on foot,
a beemer parks up,
but no one gets out.
Fast forward.
It flashes its lights at them.
Probably guys hitting on the chicks.
They see the cops arrive.
I zoomed in to get a look at them...
and I saw that...
Shit. He's filming.
Yeah.
Find that joker fast.
- We're on it.
- Perfect
Leito,
I filmed it,
but I didn’t get to make a copy.
What do you mean?
It's a set-up, the cop car. Shit!
There!
Stop!
Stay there!
- It's Samir!
- Let him go!
What are you doing to him?
You want us to eat you here
or to go?
Lei him go!
What are you doing?
Where're they taking him?
Why are they arresting him?
Come back!
Door 14. Open.
- Lend me your phone?
- Is that all?
Your phone.
Thanks.
Pick up.
Leito? it's Damien.
I'm in the shit. I need you to help.
Stay cool, I'm out.
If ii can wait, leave a message.
Very funny.
Great joke.
It's Damien.
I'm in the cells at Police HQ.
I got set up.
If you could come and get me,
it'd be cool.
Two hours before I'm sent
God knows where,
a local Guantanamo, but less fun.
Drop the phone.
Hey, guys.
The blacks are prowling.
- I know.
- Everyone's on edge.
Keep watch from the lobby.
Give me two minutes.
Yes?
He made a call from the pen.
Who'd he call?
A guy called Leito in D13.
Is Section 1 out there?
Yeah, with Camera Kid.
Get Leito.
We can't take any risks.
You have nine new messages.
Leito, Samir was looking for you.
Give me a call back.
That's all. Big kiss.
Don't move.
Back off or we'll open fire.
Killing a cop on duty,
that's 30 years.
Think it over.
Of course,
when it's the other way round,
we get a medal.
That's her dad's car.
She has no license.
Shall we follow them?
We don't move! Keep filming.
This stinks.
What the hell's going on?
They're some kind of super-cops.
Keep filming!
Fuck!
Don't move! Film!
They smoked the cops!
I told you this stinks.
The plates!
Zoom in on the plates!
OK, I got it.
This'll make the evening news.
We're not on the news yet.
Gimme the tape.
Very funny.
Great joke. it's Damien.
I'm in the cells at Police HQ.
I got set up.
If you could come and get me,
it'd be cool.
Two hours to get me out
before I'm sent God knows where,
a local Guantanamo,
but less fun.
What are you doing?
Get back up there! Fast!
He's disappeared, 18th floor.
Send back-up.
This way!
Down there!
Fifth floor!
He's over the other side.
Left!
Grab him!
Faster!
We'll get him now! C'mon!
Shit!
Have you got Alzheimer's?
No, sir.
You lost him with three units?
He's incredibly agile.
Unbelievable.
Next time, ask him for lessons.
Return to base.
I'm meeting the president.
What's it like?
It's gonna blow out here.
Molko!
The rookie's gonna be punished,
I swear.
He lost it.
The pressure got to him.
And his gun went off.
Tell his mother that.
Clear out!
Evacuate!
Bull's eye!
Can I help you?
Can I see the chief?
Young kid wants a word.
Show him in.
Come on.
What do you want?
I'd like a room, please.
Wise guy!
This isn't a hotel.
The sign
says "Hotel de Police".
Beat it before I lose my temper.
Get out!
I should be locked up,
I'm a potential major criminal.
If I go free,
I might mess up big time.
You commit a crime?
No.
Know what?
Come back when you have.
I'll give you a nice room.
The jerk! Get him on the floor!
Don't move!
Open Door 14.
You're lucky,
There's one room left.
The view won't be an issue.
- How'd you hurt your eye?
- Got hit by a door. Happy now?
Yes.
Incident. Hall 3.
Security alert!
The doors are jammed!
You took your time.
I'll come back later if you want.
NO, ifs fine.
Great to see you.
Same here.
It's hell out there-
You really want out?
I've a score to settle.
You got a plan?
I should have?
You go in knowing how to get out.
By the way, how'd you get in?
- Prison's easy to get in.
- Open Door 16.
Getting out's the hard pan.
You're on form.
Yeah, I guess.
Let's take a short cut.
That's your short cut?
Damien's escaped.
He got out of the building?
Apparently he's still inside.
Find him.
Fast!
In the last 24 hours,
riots have erupted in D13.
Gentlemen.
It's started?
A gang destroyed the police station
with a bazooka.
Since then,
fighting has intensified.
Many officers have been wounded.
As we speak, the rioting continues.
Commissioner? Latest news?
D13 is out of control.
In the next few hours,
other districts will blow up.
Unless we act, it'll be civil war.
General?
Is a pre-emptive
military strike possible?
Yes, but they're well armed.
Without time to prepare,
we face heavy losses.
Unfortunately,
time is a luxury we don't have.
Mr Gassman,
what do you recommend?
When the gangrene spreads,
amputate.
Shit!
I didn't leave the G10 summit
to hear medical clichés like that.
I asked what you recommend.
Fine, I'll be more direct.
We evacuate D13 in 12 hours.
We blow up the five high-rises
awash with arms and drugs.
That calms the others.
It creates jobs.
We rebuild a neighbourhood
for the middle classes,
who'll vote for you next time.
That's honest, at least.
Gentlemen?
What do you say to that?
Politically, it's very extreme.
A better idea?
Fine.
I see nobody can think
of a way to defend
our democracy. That's interesting.
Remember, we're here to protect
the people and their interests,
and to make sure our values
of liberty, equality and fraternity
are respected in this country.
It's what you might call
the bottom line of our Republic.
Your proposal is to walk
all over ii. ls that the idea?
Thank you.
My idea's detestable
and against our fundamental values,
but what else can we do in 12 hours
before the situation
becomes unmanageable?
It may not be the best idea,
but it's far from the worst.
General...
Can we evacuate one million
in 12 hours?
If you say so now, it's possible.
Some of these warlords
won't evacuate without a fight.
Who'll mourn them?
General...
Proceed with evacuation.
We'll decide tomorrow if we should
demolish the high-rises.
Mr Gassman...
I demand that all inhabitants
be treated with respect and dignity.
And I mean all of them.
I'll see to it personally.
You can go.
Look behind you.
Lei's wait till it calms down.
Why were you in jail, super-cop?
Three kilos of heroin in my kitchen.
That's very careless.
Ii wasn't mine.
The cops planted it there,
Standard procedure.
Cops setting up a cop?
That's new.
Yes, and I wonder why.
To stop you snooping somewhere.
- It's your specialty.
- Explain.
When your corrupt government
plans a low blow,
they get rid of honest cops.
They could have given me leave.
In a crisis,
you'd stay on leave?
No, I guess not.
Maybe it's linked.
To what?
Film number one shows a cop car
being shot up in D13.
Film number two shows ii two hours earlier.
Four cops shot by undercover guys,
the car in a truck...
And dumped in D13.
You're as sharp as ever.
And then?
Light the powder keg, it explodes.
I got your message
and men in black swarmed in.
The guys that killed the cops.
The guys that took the car...
And took Samir who filmed it all.
- Who says they're cops?
- Please!
Could be a disguise.
What for? Fun?
No, only cops
benefit from D13 blowing up.
Gives 'em an excuse to clean up.
So they got me out of the way?
Logical.
What were the men in black driving?
Big SUVs. Black, armor-plated.
Same plates. DISS.
- DISS? No way!
- What's DISS?
Department of Internal State Security.
Sexy!
They report to no one.
Except a five-star general
and the president.
They're run
by a guy called Walter Gassman.
Friend of yours?
Not really.
He offered me a job.
I refused.
Thais it. We have the motive,
crime and criminal.
Now we need proof.
Here...
Your video's not enough.
We need proof Gassman's involved.
- What are you doing?
- Thinking.
I don't like it when you think.
We'll go to Walter's office.
I knew ii! Where is it?
First floor. Room 'I 17.
Just like old times?
OK, old times.
Isn't this a bit conspicuous?
More people, less conspicuous.
Now what do we do?
Let me think.
- There!
- You think too much.
Got an idea? No thinking.
I'll distract 'em.
You play Spider-Man.
His office is Room 117.
Grab anything we can use as proof.
Where do we meet?
I won't be going very far.
Move it!
Just sit there and you'll be fine.
You have my word.
Where are his personal files?
Have you got the code?
Anyone's computer
just go for a walk?
Yes, mine.
Technical support.
I'll install your new server.
But first we lose the old one.
Found ii.
Thanks, guys.
Just lie down and let the judges
solve your problems, not your fists.
Roland,
you know I'm innocent.
Yeah, I know.
Jails are full of innocent men.
Lie down and shut up.
Let's go.
Don't you like doors?
They slow you down.
Find anything?
- A hard drive.
- Cool.
Don't let them out!
Shit!
Maybe we should walk?
Belt up!
- That's his office.
- I know. Let's renovate.
Excuse me.
- Damien escaped.
- How?
Leito came for him.
They got away.
How'd they get out of HQ?
Through your office.
We call ii off?
Cover our tracks?
Too late.
The military's moving in.
We'll cover up later.
In the meantime,
find them and kill them, OK?
Got it.
Follow the instructions
you were given.
Where are you taking us?
Where?
A warm welcome as always.
Didn't you promise change?
Because idiots enforce the law.
Blame the guys who oversee the law.
Li's like religion.
What are you?
I was baptized, but my bible
now is the Constitution.
What?
"My bible's the Constitution"?
Lucky you didn't read cookbooks
as a kid.
- We moving or yakking?
- Moving.
- What do you want?
- To see Tao.
What about?
Saving D13 and two million people.
He's joking.
We've got a business proposal.
Let them through.
This isn't a flea market.
We stole it
from a secret service honcho.
It's all his confidential files.
How much?
It's free.
After we access
the information we want.
Who's Doofus?
We met at Sunday school.
You noticed they're evacuating D13?
Then they'll destroy it.
Doofus needs proof
so he can stop it.
Manuel?
Make it talk.
It's all yours.
All of it?
All of it.
Where'd you learn your stuff?
From manuals.
Explains his name.
Get to work.
Anything about China, I'll take.
Iran for now.
I'll take that, too.
D13!
The targets! Five high-rises.
And the contractor.
Walter stirs up shit.
The president demolishes,
Harriburton rebuilds.
Like in Iraq.
Yeah...
Except they're French.
How will they flatten the high-rises?
Target zone in sight.
Three choppers. One just overhead.
Laser markers to guide the missiles.
Fired when?
Tomorrow morning from Army Command.
Only the president
can give the order.
How do we stop him?
Check in the manual.
Doofus is starting to feel tired.
You don't like ”Doofus"?
Sorry.
What if I call you Cutie-pie?
How about my name?
What is it?
Damien Tomasso,
Captain of French Elite Commandos.
A cop, if you prefer.
If we're a team,
forget your prejudices...
and shake my hand.
Tao.
Nice to meet you.
Same here.
So what's the plan, Cutie-pie?
- Thanks for coming.
- What's up?
We'll explain.
Hey...
This way.
Ali-K...
A slender natural born killer.
Molko...
Specialist with a machete.
Karl the Skinhead...
Saw him smash up a car
with his head.
Little Montana...
Got a gun
where his heart should be.
Sorry.
Running late.
Nice class reunion.
Yeah.
Let's take a photo.
Guys...
Thanks for coming.
Since 7 PM,
D13 has been evacuated.
They plan to blow it up tomorrow.
If they need ordnance...
The idea is to join forces
to prevent it.
Who's for?
Over to...
Damien, who has a plan.
First,
we evacuate anyone thats left.
In the five hours we have left.
Then I need 30
of your best fighters. But no guns.
We're not on a hum.
We sneak in, neutralize...
and take the operations room.
Any questions?
Where's the party?
There.
Downtown Paris.
Mr President.
Reinforce security.
Tell Molko to be ready.
Over the target
in under two minutes.
Morning, gentlemen.
Be seated.
General? Status report.
Two Jaguars await your order,
50 miles from target.
I meant the evacuation,
not the demolition.
Isn't that the right order?
My apologies.
We've evacuated 1 ,087,310 people
in under 12 hours.
Some zones were inaccessible,
the five high-rise targets.
Snipers everywhere.
I have 30 casualties.
Target number five is reported
to be packed with explosives.
How many still haven't been evacuated?
There's been no recent census,
but I'd guess around 1 ,000.
That's still a lot.
Continue the evacuation.
- We're back-up.
- Us too.
Dismissed.
You put your key in the second lock.
Then you command the launch.
Five missiles. One per target.
You just press the red buttons.
To tell the truth, gentlemen...
I'm not comfortable with this.
May I make a comment?
Go ahead.
I know these vermin.
They're the worst.
No respect for people or laws.
They kill and rob
for the hell of it.
It's not your fault.
They were there before you.
How do we make vermin go away?
By talking?
No.
Believe me,
we have to exterminate them.
Red alert!
I find you frighteningly cynical.
No, simply pragmatic.
You promised
to improve buying power.
It dropped
because of this parallel economy
that deprives the state of billions.
After this,
the gangs will take five years
to regain their strength.
You get breathing space
and a second term to make a difference.
Destroy and rebuild?
The only solution?
That's the way of the world.
General, your choppers have
new-generation thermal vision?
- That's right.
- Send them up
to scan those buildings.
I won't turn that key
until I'm sure no civilian is left
in the neighbourhood.
- Got that?
- Yes, sir.
Trouble at the gates.
A gang's got inside.
Capture them.
We're trying. There's a lot of them.
I'll take care of it.
Check it out.
I'll be right with you.
We said no guns.
No sweat. I just wanna alter
the security system.
What's going on?
Don't worry, it's ultra-secure here.
Rest assured.
He...
is mine.
How do you wanna play this?
How about by the rules?
Respect 'em from the start.
Not when it suits you.
I'll never share your pain.
Mine are reinforced concrete.
The ears and the castanets.
Don't feel too good?
Keep in touch.
The five towers
have been totally evacuated.
An hour ago,
you couldn't get people to leave.
Maybe they finally got
the evacuation notices.
Anyway, all five are completely empty.
You have my word.
In that case...
Command to Leader 1 .
Over target in one minute.
They're in position.
Over there, everybody!
This is the Command Center
of the French Army. I order you...
And that's what you'll get
if you say another word.
Gentlemen, I am the president.
We've got TV y'know.
And internet even!
Captain Tomasso,
can you explain?
Pictures often speak louder
than words.
What's that?
DISS in action.
Killing cops to fan the flames.
Then flatten it all
and bring in Harriburton.
For a tasty commission.
If pictures aren't enough...
here's proof
of Harriburton's links to DISS.
Your mistake was jailing me
to have a free hand.
Should have given him leave.
Freeze!
Your key!
Get your key out.
Come on. Come on!
Get your key out.
Put it in the lock!
What's going on?
Gonna be an election.
But the fireworks come first.
Turn it.
Tomasso!
One step and he's dead!
Turn the key, I said!
Signal received.
Missiles primed.
Stop. You can't get away.
A soldier completes his mission,
even if it kills him.
It's called honor.
A concept you've never heard of
in your ratholes.
True.
We prefer another concept.
Family.
That binds us.
Protects us.
Unites us.
Yeah!
I'll unite you!
And kill you together!
Press the button!
Where are you going?
Nowhere.
I was just wondering if...
I knew it! Cigars!
Drop that.
And one more for my collection.
A real Arabian carpet,
Mr President.
For free!
Gentlemen...
Miss...
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say...
Except thank you. A big thank-you.
I owe you a lot.
I think the nation owes you a lot.
I know you've heard it all
from politicians before,
but I promise that within 48 hours,
I'll release unprecedented funds
so your neighborhoods regain
their dignity
and their rightful place
in our society.
Thank you.
I have a question.
Go ahead.
Instead of patching up
whats rotten, why not start over?
Meaning?
A new neighbourhood.
A new district.
With parks and jobs.
I'll do it.
You'll head up the project
until delivery.
Yes, sir.
You have my word
as head of government.
And as a man?
And as a man.
Guys?
Good enough for me.
Me too.
Solidarity.
Clam.
Yeah.
That's gotta be mine.
I'd like a little brandy.
You know Jean Nouvel?
He scored from me last week.
No, he's an architect
They start demolishing
the wall Monday.
Police stations and schools
will reopen.
Smile.
You don't seem very pleased.
I just hope
they keep their promises.
It's the law. Idiots like me
are here to enforce it.
THREE YEARS LATER
THE GOVERNMENT HAS CHANGED
BUT NOTHING ELSE HAS...
DISTRICT 13
ULTIMATUM
You!
Stop!
Go left!
Get him!
There he is!
Why'd you bring the cops down here?
Sorry.
You're too pale for our hood.
- I'm color-blind.
- And a wise guy.
Doudou!
Chill out.
Cute name.
Going to Gay Pride Day?
You look like you're in shape.
Gotta keep fit.
You!
Get rid of the tourists.
Come with me.
Leito,
stop blowing holes in the walls.
It ain't a Swiss cheese here.
Sorry, I can't get used to it.
I don't deserve a cage.
It ain't a cage, comrade.
Look...
You go where you want here.
Molko, it's a farm.
Has been forever.
They forgot their fine promises.
The government reneged on a promise?
That's a total outrage!
This is a ghetto.
Look at history...
Warsaw, Soweto, always the same.
They're slowly
drained of inhabitants and crushed.
That's way over my head.
All I see are walls
that protect us like a fortress.
Society wants to exclude us? OK.
We've got our own.
Tougher, stronger.
And it works just fine.
Straight up,
better to be king here
than a butthole over there.
So do us a favour,
stop blowing holes in the wall.
Or I'll blow holes in you.
Is it a deal?
From the Chink.
He's ready to go.
You're never on time.
A gin.
OK, you're good.
Go through.
They're good, we said.
The goods have arrived.
Shall I call the first client?
Get the chicks out.
Except that one.
Everybody out!
You, over here.
Go and see the master.
Dance for me.
Mr Woo will see you soon.
Tell him to move his arse.
Tell him in person, sir.
On your knees.
If you wanna earn it,
you gotta work for it.
You get on your knees, tubby.
Hands on your head.
- Tranny?
- Worse. A cop.
Mr Woo Yaw Tre,
you're under arrest.
Remain silent
until you're in custody.
If you think...
I said shut up.
Got that?
That's a 12th-century Ming vase.
A fake.
I took the original back.
- And the rest? All fakes?
- Except the Van Gogh.
Dragonfly to Central.
The Maggot's hooked.
Casting my line.
Repeat,
casting my line.
OK, Dragonfly. We're in position.
I'm the maggot?
I'd have gone for Rotten Dog,
but a fishing term's more appropriate.
Fishing?
Don't worry,
you'll soon see.
Chill, gentlemen.
Hygiene inspection.
We'd like to see the owner.
Sir, two cops at the door.
And most likely others undercover.
Very probably.
Put those on.
Move!
See? They're biting.
You're screwed.
The buildings booby-trapped.
If it was easy,
they wouldn't send me.
What's that?
Yell and it rips your cheek off.
Wanna try?
I'll mention in my report
that you cooperated.
Dragonfly to Central.
Going fishing.
Mr Woo's ready.
Just you. No witnesses.
Stay there, it's OK.
Good to see you again.
Freeze!
Hands up.
Move.
Gentlemen, after you.
They gonna call us Iasi?
It's age before beauty.
- Igor...
- Have we met?
- I have your photo on my wall.
- Shit!
Move.
Look up.
What's that?
You know. You guys invented it.
Please follow me.
They're fucking with us now!
Cool, Seb. it's our turn next.
You know how much we buy every week
from this douche bag?
Relax! There's no rush.
Here's your margarita.
Chill out.
Shove your margarita!
I want my dope! Got it?
Dragonfly, fish are jumping.
Intercept.
Mr Seb, I was coming for you.
Is this how you treat
your best customers?
Since when do I come last?
Last but not least. Hands out.
Who's this guy?
Who's the tranny?
What's this crap?
You're loaded like a missile.
No kidding!
I haven't slept for three years.
Let's see what we can do.
Li's nothing. I dropped a vase.
Catch completed.
- Send the dragnet.
- OK, Dragonfly. On our way.
- Freeze!
- Flat on the ground!
Hands on your head!
In position!
Inside, guys!
Keep close together!
You'll never get out alive, scumbag!
There's no way out.
Are you sure?
Give me the code?
I'd sooner die!
Silly me! I have the key.
Go!
- Did you net him?
- OK. Send more.
Number two, OK!
Gas!
There's another door!
Reinforced!
Cut the damn gas!
Found ii!
Watch out! There are booby-traps.
Officers down!
Rescue unit!
Clear 'em out!
What's going on?
Bastard Chink and tranny!
Shit!
- Everything OK?
- Sure, I'll go another way.
Take it easy.
This is worth 200 million euros.
It's a Van Gogh.
One scratch and it's worthless.
Bastard! Eat this!
I've got the keypad.
Have we met?
No time to get acquainted.
I have a bomb situation.
A bomb?
Got an idea?
Where are you?
- In the lab,
- We'll send all you need.
Dragonfly, here it comes.
Great.
Friendly faces, at last.
- No scratches?
- Don't think so.
I meant you.
I'm fine, thanks, Captain.
You feel it the next day.
Go and rest.
Do your report tomorrow.
Now's better,
with it fresh in my mind.
I'll sleep late tomorrow,
if that's OK?
Don't let me see you before noon.
- That's an order.
- Thanks.
- Good job.
- Thanks.
Everything's OK.
All clear.
Show them in.
Gentlemen...
Nice piece of work.
Magnificent.
How long to build a tower like that?
Depends on employment law.
In the Emirates, eight months.
Here, eight years.
Right...
The briefcase.
Same again for the site.
Double when we get permission
to build.
The operation starts tonight.
Perfect.
Thanks, guys. Later.
See you, Damien.
What's the code again?
Shit.
Damien?
You forgot me!
No.
I was just winding down
before coming to bed.
I've already had eight hours' rest.
I'm raring to go!
Be gentle.
I ache all over.
All over?
Almost
What's that? Make-up?
Yeah, it was for work.
I bet.
Since when do you work
in a tranny joint?
Cut it out. it's work, honest.
You'd better take good care of me,
or I'll get you a bad rep.
Yes, ma'am.
Suspicious white Peugeot.
Shopping center. District 7.
Got any better mood music?
Sorry.
I repeat,
White Peugeot, shopping center, D7.
134.
We'll take it.
OK, 134.
That was The Soldier's Walk.
We have a caller...
Samir? Is that right?
It's him!
Hey, Skyrock.
- Where are you calling from?
- The living room.
In my penthouse
near the Eiffel Tower.
Great view.
So where is this palace?
On the Champs-Elysées.
Great address. I'll take it.
OK, who's this one for?
It's for Safia.
I'm crazy about her.
She just lights up the whole hood.
He is so sweet.
Shit. Put your belt on.
What are they doing here?
We haven't done anything.
Samir!
The cops.
- Turn it down.
- It's only music.
- We're just hanging out.
- Change your tone!
Let's see your ID.
Here, my card. Take a look.
- Whose car is it?
- My fathers.
Drivers license.
- I'm not driving.
- You're behind the wheel!
I haven't got a license!
We're just listening to music.
It's not against the law!
We're not drunk or high.
Get out of the car.
Hurry up!
Shit. Another camera taken out.
Damn kids!
Send the tape
over to the Crime Squad.
What the hell's going on?
- I don't know..
- Film it.
Is there a problem, officer?
Routine check.
Two girls listening to music?
It's no big deal.
Round here,
the girls transport dope.
Lei's be magnanimous for once.
- Can you drive?
- Yeah.
- Beat it.
- No license.
Beat it!
That's her dad's car
and she has no license.
Shall we follow them?
We don't move! Keep filming.
This stinks.
- Who are you with?
- Special services.
Get back in your car.
Fuck!
Don't move! Film!
They smoked the cops!
I told you this stinks.
This is crazy!
The plates!
Zoom in on the plates!
OK, I got it.
This'll make the evening news.
We're not on the news yet.
Gimme the tape.
Samir!
Cops smoking other cops.
That's a bomb.
Yeah, but before we set it off,
let's get the official version.
Yeah, right.
What? Cops here?
What are you talking about?
You stupid?
They've got balls.
If one gets out, he's dead.
Hey, bro, you lost your way?
- They're not local.
- You sure?
They must be totally wasted.
Got them framed?
- Three of them.
- Perfect
This is our land, got it?
What the fuck?
You bastards!
Look at those idiots!
Lei it out, you chumps!
You got the time on screen?
4212.
Let's wrap it up and go.
D-I-S-S.
Where you going?
Can't sleep. I'm going to watch a film.
Go back to sleep, angel.
Your gun! Drop your gun!
Wrong floor. I'm a cop.
On the floor!
Turn it down.
Who commands your unit?
Let me talk to him.
I do.
You've got the wrong man.
Damien Tomasso.
Army captain
assigned to special forces.
31 years old.
What are you looking for?
Captain?
Found this in the kitchen.
That's what!
Get him some clothes.
We're taking him in.
I can't watch it.
Georges, explain yourself.
For six months,
you've boasted of great results.
Mr President, we can't have
men in every parking lot.
Spare me the line about budget cuts.
We spent
500 million on the inner cities.
Surely we can expect
some improvement.
How is such carnage possible?
This incident doesn't reflect
our efforts on the ground.
What, then?
I think it's an isolated case,
A score to settle maybe.
Let's hope so.
Get someone onto it.
Someone thorough and efficient.
Tomasso, for example.
It's a mission for him.
We thought so,
but he was arrested by Narcotics.
Tomasso? Are you sure?
Unfortunately.
He was up for the Order of Merit.
Gassman maybe, the head of DISS.
They know the projects.
Sure, fine.
Mr President...
Already?
I suppose
you're aware of the situation.
I briefed the captain.
Of course.
If people see this film,
they'll be up in arms.
The last thing we need
is a civil war.
I'm leaving for Rio,
the G10 summit.
For 48 hours.
Solve this case before I get back.
With the utmost discretion, of course.
You can rely on me, sir.
Post that on the web,
to remind the press
that war has always been vital
to democracy.
Newsflash.
Last night in District 13,
a clash between armed thugs
and police ended in tragedy.
Three individuals shot at three officers
killing them instantly
We found the bullet-riddled car
and footage of the incident.
It's a massacre!
Look. They didn't even fire back.
It's bullshit!
The car's not local.
Can it!
It's a set-up.
We don't do stuff like that.
So why are you here?
I hustle. Like everyone else.
Like your government
sells horseshit.
Hot air! They sell us hot air!
Get out, then!
You haven't done anything?
Out, then!
Get outta here!
Denis! What are you doing?
Move it!
Go back to your buddies! Fast!
Tell 'em it's not our fault either.
What's he doing?
Get lost! Go on!
Get outta here!
Which district?
- D13.
- Perfect
Boss, can I show you something?
Crime Squad sent it over.
The camera we took out.
When you rewind the tape,
before the chicks arrive on foot,
a beemer parks up,
but no one gets out.
Fast forward.
It flashes its lights at them.
Probably guys hitting on the chicks.
They see the cops arrive.
I zoomed in to get a look at them...
and I saw that...
Shit. He's filming.
Yeah.
Find that joker fast.
- We're on it.
- Perfect
Leito,
I filmed it,
but I didn’t get to make a copy.
What do you mean?
It's a set-up, the cop car. Shit!
There!
Stop!
Stay there!
- It's Samir!
- Let him go!
What are you doing to him?
You want us to eat you here
or to go?
Lei him go!
What are you doing?
Where're they taking him?
Why are they arresting him?
Come back!
Door 14. Open.
- Lend me your phone?
- Is that all?
Your phone.
Thanks.
Pick up.
Leito? it's Damien.
I'm in the shit. I need you to help.
Stay cool, I'm out.
If ii can wait, leave a message.
Very funny.
Great joke.
It's Damien.
I'm in the cells at Police HQ.
I got set up.
If you could come and get me,
it'd be cool.
Two hours before I'm sent
God knows where,
a local Guantanamo, but less fun.
Drop the phone.
Hey, guys.
The blacks are prowling.
- I know.
- Everyone's on edge.
Keep watch from the lobby.
Give me two minutes.
Yes?
He made a call from the pen.
Who'd he call?
A guy called Leito in D13.
Is Section 1 out there?
Yeah, with Camera Kid.
Get Leito.
We can't take any risks.
You have nine new messages.
Leito, Samir was looking for you.
Give me a call back.
That's all. Big kiss.
Don't move.
Back off or we'll open fire.
Killing a cop on duty,
that's 30 years.
Think it over.
Of course,
when it's the other way round,
we get a medal.
That's her dad's car.
She has no license.
Shall we follow them?
We don't move! Keep filming.
This stinks.
What the hell's going on?
They're some kind of super-cops.
Keep filming!
Fuck!
Don't move! Film!
They smoked the cops!
I told you this stinks.
The plates!
Zoom in on the plates!
OK, I got it.
This'll make the evening news.
We're not on the news yet.
Gimme the tape.
Very funny.
Great joke. it's Damien.
I'm in the cells at Police HQ.
I got set up.
If you could come and get me,
it'd be cool.
Two hours to get me out
before I'm sent God knows where,
a local Guantanamo,
but less fun.
What are you doing?
Get back up there! Fast!
He's disappeared, 18th floor.
Send back-up.
This way!
Down there!
Fifth floor!
He's over the other side.
Left!
Grab him!
Faster!
We'll get him now! C'mon!
Shit!
Have you got Alzheimer's?
No, sir.
You lost him with three units?
He's incredibly agile.
Unbelievable.
Next time, ask him for lessons.
Return to base.
I'm meeting the president.
What's it like?
It's gonna blow out here.
Molko!
The rookie's gonna be punished,
I swear.
He lost it.
The pressure got to him.
And his gun went off.
Tell his mother that.
Clear out!
Evacuate!
Bull's eye!
Can I help you?
Can I see the chief?
Young kid wants a word.
Show him in.
Come on.
What do you want?
I'd like a room, please.
Wise guy!
This isn't a hotel.
The sign
says "Hotel de Police".
Beat it before I lose my temper.
Get out!
I should be locked up,
I'm a potential major criminal.
If I go free,
I might mess up big time.
You commit a crime?
No.
Know what?
Come back when you have.
I'll give you a nice room.
The jerk! Get him on the floor!
Don't move!
Open Door 14.
You're lucky,
There's one room left.
The view won't be an issue.
- How'd you hurt your eye?
- Got hit by a door. Happy now?
Yes.
Incident. Hall 3.
Security alert!
The doors are jammed!
You took your time.
I'll come back later if you want.
NO, ifs fine.
Great to see you.
Same here.
It's hell out there-
You really want out?
I've a score to settle.
You got a plan?
I should have?
You go in knowing how to get out.
By the way, how'd you get in?
- Prison's easy to get in.
- Open Door 16.
Getting out's the hard pan.
You're on form.
Yeah, I guess.
Let's take a short cut.
That's your short cut?
Damien's escaped.
He got out of the building?
Apparently he's still inside.
Find him.
Fast!
In the last 24 hours,
riots have erupted in D13.
Gentlemen.
It's started?
A gang destroyed the police station
with a bazooka.
Since then,
fighting has intensified.
Many officers have been wounded.
As we speak, the rioting continues.
Commissioner? Latest news?
D13 is out of control.
In the next few hours,
other districts will blow up.
Unless we act, it'll be civil war.
General?
Is a pre-emptive
military strike possible?
Yes, but they're well armed.
Without time to prepare,
we face heavy losses.
Unfortunately,
time is a luxury we don't have.
Mr Gassman,
what do you recommend?
When the gangrene spreads,
amputate.
Shit!
I didn't leave the G10 summit
to hear medical clichés like that.
I asked what you recommend.
Fine, I'll be more direct.
We evacuate D13 in 12 hours.
We blow up the five high-rises
awash with arms and drugs.
That calms the others.
It creates jobs.
We rebuild a neighbourhood
for the middle classes,
who'll vote for you next time.
That's honest, at least.
Gentlemen?
What do you say to that?
Politically, it's very extreme.
A better idea?
Fine.
I see nobody can think
of a way to defend
our democracy. That's interesting.
Remember, we're here to protect
the people and their interests,
and to make sure our values
of liberty, equality and fraternity
are respected in this country.
It's what you might call
the bottom line of our Republic.
Your proposal is to walk
all over ii. ls that the idea?
Thank you.
My idea's detestable
and against our fundamental values,
but what else can we do in 12 hours
before the situation
becomes unmanageable?
It may not be the best idea,
but it's far from the worst.
General...
Can we evacuate one million
in 12 hours?
If you say so now, it's possible.
Some of these warlords
won't evacuate without a fight.
Who'll mourn them?
General...
Proceed with evacuation.
We'll decide tomorrow if we should
demolish the high-rises.
Mr Gassman...
I demand that all inhabitants
be treated with respect and dignity.
And I mean all of them.
I'll see to it personally.
You can go.
Look behind you.
Lei's wait till it calms down.
Why were you in jail, super-cop?
Three kilos of heroin in my kitchen.
That's very careless.
Ii wasn't mine.
The cops planted it there,
Standard procedure.
Cops setting up a cop?
That's new.
Yes, and I wonder why.
To stop you snooping somewhere.
- It's your specialty.
- Explain.
When your corrupt government
plans a low blow,
they get rid of honest cops.
They could have given me leave.
In a crisis,
you'd stay on leave?
No, I guess not.
Maybe it's linked.
To what?
Film number one shows a cop car
being shot up in D13.
Film number two shows ii two hours earlier.
Four cops shot by undercover guys,
the car in a truck...
And dumped in D13.
You're as sharp as ever.
And then?
Light the powder keg, it explodes.
I got your message
and men in black swarmed in.
The guys that killed the cops.
The guys that took the car...
And took Samir who filmed it all.
- Who says they're cops?
- Please!
Could be a disguise.
What for? Fun?
No, only cops
benefit from D13 blowing up.
Gives 'em an excuse to clean up.
So they got me out of the way?
Logical.
What were the men in black driving?
Big SUVs. Black, armor-plated.
Same plates. DISS.
- DISS? No way!
- What's DISS?
Department of Internal State Security.
Sexy!
They report to no one.
Except a five-star general
and the president.
They're run
by a guy called Walter Gassman.
Friend of yours?
Not really.
He offered me a job.
I refused.
Thais it. We have the motive,
crime and criminal.
Now we need proof.
Here...
Your video's not enough.
We need proof Gassman's involved.
- What are you doing?
- Thinking.
I don't like it when you think.
We'll go to Walter's office.
I knew ii! Where is it?
First floor. Room 'I 17.
Just like old times?
OK, old times.
Isn't this a bit conspicuous?
More people, less conspicuous.
Now what do we do?
Let me think.
- There!
- You think too much.
Got an idea? No thinking.
I'll distract 'em.
You play Spider-Man.
His office is Room 117.
Grab anything we can use as proof.
Where do we meet?
I won't be going very far.
Move it!
Just sit there and you'll be fine.
You have my word.
Where are his personal files?
Have you got the code?
Anyone's computer
just go for a walk?
Yes, mine.
Technical support.
I'll install your new server.
But first we lose the old one.
Found ii.
Thanks, guys.
Just lie down and let the judges
solve your problems, not your fists.
Roland,
you know I'm innocent.
Yeah, I know.
Jails are full of innocent men.
Lie down and shut up.
Let's go.
Don't you like doors?
They slow you down.
Find anything?
- A hard drive.
- Cool.
Don't let them out!
Shit!
Maybe we should walk?
Belt up!
- That's his office.
- I know. Let's renovate.
Excuse me.
- Damien escaped.
- How?
Leito came for him.
They got away.
How'd they get out of HQ?
Through your office.
We call ii off?
Cover our tracks?
Too late.
The military's moving in.
We'll cover up later.
In the meantime,
find them and kill them, OK?
Got it.
Follow the instructions
you were given.
Where are you taking us?
Where?
A warm welcome as always.
Didn't you promise change?
Because idiots enforce the law.
Blame the guys who oversee the law.
Li's like religion.
What are you?
I was baptized, but my bible
now is the Constitution.
What?
"My bible's the Constitution"?
Lucky you didn't read cookbooks
as a kid.
- We moving or yakking?
- Moving.
- What do you want?
- To see Tao.
What about?
Saving D13 and two million people.
He's joking.
We've got a business proposal.
Let them through.
This isn't a flea market.
We stole it
from a secret service honcho.
It's all his confidential files.
How much?
It's free.
After we access
the information we want.
Who's Doofus?
We met at Sunday school.
You noticed they're evacuating D13?
Then they'll destroy it.
Doofus needs proof
so he can stop it.
Manuel?
Make it talk.
It's all yours.
All of it?
All of it.
Where'd you learn your stuff?
From manuals.
Explains his name.
Get to work.
Anything about China, I'll take.
Iran for now.
I'll take that, too.
D13!
The targets! Five high-rises.
And the contractor.
Walter stirs up shit.
The president demolishes,
Harriburton rebuilds.
Like in Iraq.
Yeah...
Except they're French.
How will they flatten the high-rises?
Target zone in sight.
Three choppers. One just overhead.
Laser markers to guide the missiles.
Fired when?
Tomorrow morning from Army Command.
Only the president
can give the order.
How do we stop him?
Check in the manual.
Doofus is starting to feel tired.
You don't like ”Doofus"?
Sorry.
What if I call you Cutie-pie?
How about my name?
What is it?
Damien Tomasso,
Captain of French Elite Commandos.
A cop, if you prefer.
If we're a team,
forget your prejudices...
and shake my hand.
Tao.
Nice to meet you.
Same here.
So what's the plan, Cutie-pie?
- Thanks for coming.
- What's up?
We'll explain.
Hey...
This way.
Ali-K...
A slender natural born killer.
Molko...
Specialist with a machete.
Karl the Skinhead...
Saw him smash up a car
with his head.
Little Montana...
Got a gun
where his heart should be.
Sorry.
Running late.
Nice class reunion.
Yeah.
Let's take a photo.
Guys...
Thanks for coming.
Since 7 PM,
D13 has been evacuated.
They plan to blow it up tomorrow.
If they need ordnance...
The idea is to join forces
to prevent it.
Who's for?
Over to...
Damien, who has a plan.
First,
we evacuate anyone thats left.
In the five hours we have left.
Then I need 30
of your best fighters. But no guns.
We're not on a hum.
We sneak in, neutralize...
and take the operations room.
Any questions?
Where's the party?
There.
Downtown Paris.
Mr President.
Reinforce security.
Tell Molko to be ready.
Over the target
in under two minutes.
Morning, gentlemen.
Be seated.
General? Status report.
Two Jaguars await your order,
50 miles from target.
I meant the evacuation,
not the demolition.
Isn't that the right order?
My apologies.
We've evacuated 1 ,087,310 people
in under 12 hours.
Some zones were inaccessible,
the five high-rise targets.
Snipers everywhere.
I have 30 casualties.
Target number five is reported
to be packed with explosives.
How many still haven't been evacuated?
There's been no recent census,
but I'd guess around 1 ,000.
That's still a lot.
Continue the evacuation.
- We're back-up.
- Us too.
Dismissed.
You put your key in the second lock.
Then you command the launch.
Five missiles. One per target.
You just press the red buttons.
To tell the truth, gentlemen...
I'm not comfortable with this.
May I make a comment?
Go ahead.
I know these vermin.
They're the worst.
No respect for people or laws.
They kill and rob
for the hell of it.
It's not your fault.
They were there before you.
How do we make vermin go away?
By talking?
No.
Believe me,
we have to exterminate them.
Red alert!
I find you frighteningly cynical.
No, simply pragmatic.
You promised
to improve buying power.
It dropped
because of this parallel economy
that deprives the state of billions.
After this,
the gangs will take five years
to regain their strength.
You get breathing space
and a second term to make a difference.
Destroy and rebuild?
The only solution?
That's the way of the world.
General, your choppers have
new-generation thermal vision?
- That's right.
- Send them up
to scan those buildings.
I won't turn that key
until I'm sure no civilian is left
in the neighbourhood.
- Got that?
- Yes, sir.
Trouble at the gates.
A gang's got inside.
Capture them.
We're trying. There's a lot of them.
I'll take care of it.
Check it out.
I'll be right with you.
We said no guns.
No sweat. I just wanna alter
the security system.
What's going on?
Don't worry, it's ultra-secure here.
Rest assured.
He...
is mine.
How do you wanna play this?
How about by the rules?
Respect 'em from the start.
Not when it suits you.
I'll never share your pain.
Mine are reinforced concrete.
The ears and the castanets.
Don't feel too good?
Keep in touch.
The five towers
have been totally evacuated.
An hour ago,
you couldn't get people to leave.
Maybe they finally got
the evacuation notices.
Anyway, all five are completely empty.
You have my word.
In that case...
Command to Leader 1 .
Over target in one minute.
They're in position.
Over there, everybody!
This is the Command Center
of the French Army. I order you...
And that's what you'll get
if you say another word.
Gentlemen, I am the president.
We've got TV y'know.
And internet even!
Captain Tomasso,
can you explain?
Pictures often speak louder
than words.
What's that?
DISS in action.
Killing cops to fan the flames.
Then flatten it all
and bring in Harriburton.
For a tasty commission.
If pictures aren't enough...
here's proof
of Harriburton's links to DISS.
Your mistake was jailing me
to have a free hand.
Should have given him leave.
Freeze!
Your key!
Get your key out.
Come on. Come on!
Get your key out.
Put it in the lock!
What's going on?
Gonna be an election.
But the fireworks come first.
Turn it.
Tomasso!
One step and he's dead!
Turn the key, I said!
Signal received.
Missiles primed.
Stop. You can't get away.
A soldier completes his mission,
even if it kills him.
It's called honor.
A concept you've never heard of
in your ratholes.
True.
We prefer another concept.
Family.
That binds us.
Protects us.
Unites us.
Yeah!
I'll unite you!
And kill you together!
Press the button!
Where are you going?
Nowhere.
I was just wondering if...
I knew it! Cigars!
Drop that.
And one more for my collection.
A real Arabian carpet,
Mr President.
For free!
Gentlemen...
Miss...
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say...
Except thank you. A big thank-you.
I owe you a lot.
I think the nation owes you a lot.
I know you've heard it all
from politicians before,
but I promise that within 48 hours,
I'll release unprecedented funds
so your neighborhoods regain
their dignity
and their rightful place
in our society.
Thank you.
I have a question.
Go ahead.
Instead of patching up
whats rotten, why not start over?
Meaning?
A new neighbourhood.
A new district.
With parks and jobs.
I'll do it.
You'll head up the project
until delivery.
Yes, sir.
You have my word
as head of government.
And as a man?
And as a man.
Guys?
Good enough for me.
Me too.
Solidarity.
Clam.
Yeah.
That's gotta be mine.
I'd like a little brandy.
You know Jean Nouvel?
He scored from me last week.
No, he's an architect