Main courante (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Maladies d'amour - full transcript
LOVE SICK
Yes, a 5-year-old girl.
It doesn't matter.
Hold on...
Don't yell.
No, I didn't leave
a little girl in a parking lot
with some sleazy night club owner.
No, I sent Karine over.
Because I'm all alone at the jail.
I can't be in two places at once.
You can hang up, I'm here.
Here, this should cheer you up.
Continue.
It's a mess.
The paramedics were called
for the father,
but they wouldn't take the girl.
The father wouldn't go
to the hospital.
- I'm alone.
- Don't talk while eating.
- Figure out what you want.
- I need help. Am I getting sick?
Yes, boss.
You don't feel well...
Will you still come?
Oh, you're here.
I was sad.
I thought you had the flu.
Nope, alcohol kills germs.
- Here's a croissant.
- Thanks.
- Can you take the front desk?
- Me neither.
Shall we get a move on 4.21?
This can't be!
There's no one!
Shit.
Finally.
My daughter was kidnapped.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Where was she?
- With her father.
He didn't bring her back.
We don't handle those cases.
You should contact Child Services,
they handle that.
How old is the girl?
POLICE REPORT
I want my Mom. I want my Mom...
Yes, their surname is Nivet.
Nivet just woke up.
He's out of it. What can I do?
Help me wake him up
and put him in the car.
Did you see how big he is?
I have to take him to the station.
- He's as drunk as a skunk.
- You shouldn't have served him.
Can I get some rest now?
Help me put him in the car.
Then you can.
Can I go now?
Why the hell are you still here?
No, it's much more serious
than that.
Do you realize?
- Sorry.
- He could have killed her.
If he had driven,
she could have died!
Not all get into accidents.
There's a God for drunks.
- Listen, she's fine.
- No, she isn't fine at all.
- She's traumatized and crying.
- Sophie, can you assist her?
Good day, Ms. Favier.
- I want to file a complaint!
- Why?
- Kidnapping.
- There wasn't one.
Legally, maybe...
That's him. Look, he's right there.
Look at him.
He's a wreck.
He's always been an alcoholic.
He can't even stop
around his daughter!
I want full custody!
See that with the judge.
I'll see my lawyer.
Lock that asshole up!
Rich ladies can be crass.
Ex-wives are a different breed.
He must have had a lot
to be in that state.
Mixing can break a man.
Just imagine,
if he started with pastis,
then followed with some white,
you forget your own name.
If you're unlucky enough
to have another, like whiskey...
You're wasted.
Don't tell me
how to get dead drunk.
No, that's how you get sick.
It's weird he drank with his kid.
You both take the desk until
the officers on patrol return.
- We should investigate Nivet.
- Who?
That drunk guy.
I want to check out the Night-Floor.
- We have better things to do.
- Fortunately.
He'll lose custody.
Are you kidding?
He left her in the car.
Exactly. As the judge...
- Feminine weakness.
- Not today.
Let's do the patrol schedule.
No more than two hours.
I'm not made to be a secretary.
Not blonde enough.
You jerk.
What's that smell?
- It stinks.
- Fish?
It's the old man.
And you were sick
of being at the desk...
No, you take it.
I've been assaulted.
The lieutenant will handle it.
Lieutenant...
It was armed assault.
- Cats.
- Or rather fish?
How did you guess?
My wife threw sardines on me
so they would attack.
My wife has over 20 cats.
I can't stand cats.
Follow me, sir. This way.
40 years of marriage.
40 years of putting up with cats.
I'll kill them all.
- Is it legal to kill cats?
- I don't believe so.
They're animals.
Yes but...
- She threw fish on me, do you hear?
- Yes.
- So what can I do?
- I don't know. Get a divorce.
The Abitbol family
doesn't do divorce.
I'm Jewish, Miss. I have religion.
People no longer do these days.
- Even Jews.
- I'm Catholic. We don't divorce.
I didn't want a divorce, either.
- You can't even stand up...
- I have something to say.
- Sam!
- I don't drink...
- Crap.
- ...anymore.
- I was drugged.
- What is it? You're drunk.
- No...
- What's going on?
What's that smell?
It's my wife. She threw fish at me.
Get this man to a hospital.
He'll end up in a coma.
- I'll handle it.
- What a stench...
- I thought your nose was stuffy.
- I have the flu, not a cold.
Are you still seeing Poland tonight?
If he doesn't cancel
or stand me up like last time.
He's getting back at me.
- I'm fed up.
- You're not that weak.
I had an affair with a cop
who has nothing better to do
than threaten me, and just because
Sam took money from a whore.
- You want me to calm down?
- There's an issue in Muguets.
Can't the others do it?
- No, they're on a robbery.
- Go ahead.
Can I take Karine?
Thanks.
Karine!
No, I'm not dealing
with the old man.
- He stinks.
- Sorry.
- What are you doing?
- There's a fight, but...
- But what?
- There are a lot of them.
Is there someone behind the wall?
- The dumpsters.
- Don't know who's there.
We need our guns.
The boss doesn't like that.
Yeah, right.
You don't have the balls.
- Lieutenant...
- Let's go.
Follow me.
Are you kids blowing of steam?
- Who's inside?
- Some old guys.
- They jumped him.
- They hit Driss.
Shut the hell up! Shut up!
- You should know.
- They attacked my son, look.
There's movement!
Don't move, stay there.
Come out immediately.
You bastard!
- Come out, you bastard!
- Jesus, it stinks.
It's trash day.
- That's enough.
- They cornered us in there.
Those morons went after us.
- That's enough!
- Let's go!
Nobody move!
Put away the guns, dammit!
Get in the car.
You too, let's go.
What did you do in Muguets?
What the hell is this mess?
The usual.
We got wiped out...
You threatened kids with your guns.
You better have a good reason.
I panicked. They were taking off...
And we were getting hit.
Sam.
I didn't take out my gun.
Nobody fired, nothing happened.
You're bleeding.
Battle wounds.
Did a witness anonymously call
in order to spit on us?
- The latest police error?
- Many calls, not all anonymous.
I don't feel well.
- I took a blow to the head.
- What?
I'm kidding.
Will you put a band-aid on it?
Don't count on me to play nurse.
- You're fine.
- Yes, but...
It won't stay.
There you go.
- You see?
- Don't push it.
I didn't see the wound.
The scalp is fragile.
Do I look less charming?
Most women like fragile men.
- You think so?
- I don't know. I don't get women.
And men?
Not much, either.
- Poland?
- Don't bring him up, I'll lose it.
Won't you see him tonight?
This isn't a station,
but a gossiping high school.
- Excuse me, but...
- It's your fault.
- Well, partly my fault.
- I'll rip off your band-aid.
I'm not unemployed.
I work in landscaping.
- Part-time.
- On leave. I had the flu.
Sure, he's as sick as I am.
- He does rounds with his militia.
- Your son is a dealer.
- He isn't!
- You don't know. You work nights.
You sleep all day.
- Your wife left.
- She went back to Africa.
- How about we grab a bite?
- Sure, we aren't much help.
I've filed three police reports.
You haven't even done anything.
- When was it? We'll check.
- Sure.
Sit down, sit down, sit down.
Both of you.
- Please sit down, both of you.
- Driss, come with me.
- What are you going to do?
- Sit, sir.
Question him in peace.
With your racket...
Let's go, Driss. Are you hurt?
What exactly happened?
That fascist
and his friends jumped him.
Let him go!
They hide their dope
in the dumpster area.
Did you find it?
No.
Duval filed multiple reports
against Driss Boukrissi,
accusing him of dealing.
We didn't follow up?
I want everyone in my office now.
Don't make a fuss about it.
If we always followed up,
we would work seven days a week.
There aren't enough of us.
Let me remind you, boss,
with all due respect,
you don't like to pay overtime.
You know how many follow-ups
have been done? Zero.
I'd be surprised. Maybe you forget.
Only 20 percent
lead to investigation.
Why? Because 80 percent
of it is nonsense.
- Is drug dealing nonsense?
- Yes.
You know how often
it gets reported weekly?
- Once.
- It proves there's dealing.
What do we do? Catch the dealer?
Trying to stop it
is emptying the ocean with a spoon.
You're lucky.
Mr. Boukrissi won't file
a report for the assault.
He doesn't want you in his business.
- So I can go.
- Five broken ribs, an arm fracture,
- bruised body. Bravo.
- They ruin the neighborhood.
- And you think it's normal?
- Listen, Duval.
If I hear of you again...
If a kid loses a single hair,
your life will be ruined.
- Is that clear?
- Whose side is the police on?
Get lost.
Alexandra, please show him the exit.
Sit at the desk in the back.
- Now what does he want?
- To file a report against his wife.
It's never going to end.
Leave me alone!
- Manon...
- Dammit!
Sam, go ahead.
- What is it, Manon?
- Not you, too.
- I can't take it when you're upset.
- I can't live with Karine anymore.
I'm 15 minutes late,
she asks where I've been.
- We aren't married.
- Lesbians are complicated.
- Cut it out.
- You just...
She treats me like a teenager.
- Or like you're pregnant.
- I'm not in labor.
I do what I want, dammit.
What did she say?
That you're annoying.
- That's no scoop.
- I don't know what to do.
Tell me, my child.
- I'm sure she'll see her ex.
- What?
I saw him the other night.
He won't stop calling.
He's sorry he hit her.
He won't do it again.
That nonsense.
That's harassment.
- It isn't her fault.
- Sure, but...
It's been days.
She won't talk to me.
- I'm sure she's seeing him.
- Shit.
- Can you talk to her?
- That would be useless.
- Talking would be useless.
- You downplay your influence.
- We all love your advice.
- You're making fun of me.
Karine will either put
an electronic bracelet on Manon,
or smash the guy's face in,
or both.
- It would be tragic.
- I can't help. She's in love.
She's not in love. I know Manon.
Her boyfriend is clingy.
- It's always a two-way street.
- Speaking of clingy...
- Let's go into my office.
- ...Nivet is back.
I don't want to know.
You're a big boy, you handle it.
Excuse me, there was an emergency.
I have flashbacks.
Right, flashbacks.
I don't remember last night,
except for one thing.
It came back to me.
My ex wanted to meet me
at Night-Floor.
She forgot Alice's cough-syrup.
She wanted me to come and get her.
That's it.
I remember the Night-Floor,
but nothing after that.
Because you got wasted.
No, I didn't...
Alice was in the car.
I just had a tomato juice, I swear.
Even the hospital
said my state was unusual.
I'll have the test results tomorrow.
I think I'm getting sick.
- It's my wife.
- What about your wife?
Yes.
My wife.
She's a pharmacist.
She put something in my drink.
I'm not an idiot!
I drank too much after my divorce.
Well, when it turned sour.
I've been sober since.
I don't want to lose my daughter.
Do you hear me?
She's trying to take
my daughter away from me.
I don't want that.
- Hello.
- Vanessa, will you take this?
- What do you think?
- Nivet?
- I don't believe his story.
- Me neither.
- Come see.
- I'll be right back.
He got drunk,
but he shouldn't lose his kid.
If we act like we believe him
and open an investigation,
the judge will wait before ruling.
- To drag it out...
- For a bit.
Hi.
You're right. Women never forgive.
I know one
who's a bit too forgiving.
- Who?
- Manon.
As for his own, Ms. Ex-Nivet...
- Let's ask Kreusky.
- She sent me packing.
I'll call the prosecutor.
We'll tell Kreusky later.
- It doesn't feel right.
- Trust me.
This is Garnier.
Hello, sir, Capt. Cliquot speaking.
How are you?
I think I may have caught the flu.
- Go ahead.
- Nivet, Yannick, 39 years old.
Found this morning in his car
in the Night-Floor parking lot,
first believed to be inebriated,
but it could prove
to have been something else.
- Drugs?
- The tests are in progress.
- He says he was drugged.
- They all say that.
Any history of it?
Captain?
Yes.
He's accusing his wife.
He says his wife
is trying to get full custody.
Send me the file.
The case doesn't seem clear, indeed.
- Investigate.
- Thank you, sir. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
That man
has been screwed over by women.
It's reciprocal.
Men screw over women, too.
You remember '68.
"Make love, not war".
Love is war.
For whom are you getting dressed up?
Poland.
- Plan to seduce him again?
- No.
One should never look bad
in tough situations.
Not bad at all.
You buy name brands.
Luxury is an old lady's consolation.
- Why are you waiting?
- You're changing.
Out, Mister Sam.
Night-Floor isn't open.
What do I do?
Wearing stockings?
What are you doing Lt.?
Do you talk to doors now?
- I actually...
- I see.
That's right.
I don't care for stockings.
What do I do?
Wait, or bring in
the bartender and owner?
I don't care.
Even though I prefer
a sexy sandal to a heel, that's...
- Is it alright?
- Yes.
Serious, but chic. Turn around.
- Any lipstick?
- No.
Yes.
We should have told you earlier,
- but Cliquot's ideas are good.
- It doesn't matter.
I'm holding you responsible.
If there's any issue,
I won't lift a finger to help.
Is it normal for his wife
to take his kid?
You know, me and kids...
You're a confusing hypocrite.
Not too fast.
These heels are hell.
Why do we make stuff like this?
Why dress up if we can't walk?
I hate myself.
I don't.
- Karine, I need a word.
- This woman's purse was stolen.
Sam?
- What's going on with Manon?
- She let's her guy harass her.
She can't go back to him, can she?
- She can.
- That can't be.
He would hit her all the time.
She had bruises.
Why are you watching over her?
- Can't we lock him up?
- No.
Even if she filed a report,
we couldn't lock him up.
- Can't you talk to her?
- Karine...
Some women say
it's never their boyfriend's fault.
- He was upset. Do you understand?
- I don't believe it.
- Always expect the worst in love.
- That isn't love.
I don't know what it is...
There are no words for it...
It's an illness, if you will.
That's it.
I have a date with another sicko.
Who?
A mistake.
You're beautiful.
Problems do me good.
You wanted to see me?
I would have rather passed.
Are you stirring things up
for the pleasure of my company?
It's working.
- Why did you dump me?
- Were we together?
Not even a text message, nothing.
What happened?
Do I have to explain myself?
I'm sorry.
It wasn't for forever.
It's polite to break up in person.
I didn't break up with you.
I forgot you.
I'm sorry, I'm awkward
with this type of thing.
My life is too busy
for another man, I'm sorry.
You want an apology? Here it is.
What does it change?
What do you want?
- Did you know Sam's with Coralie?
- And you?
No, she's not my type of woman.
I don't like whores.
How did you catch Sam?
Coralie has a nice little girl.
She wouldn't like to lose her.
You're disgusting.
You're rotten.
- What? Love makes you do things.
- Stop it.
- What do you really want?
- You.
Let's start where we left off.
Are you kidding?
I'm not one to be blackmailed
at 49 years old.
You don't look it.
You want to control me
to get the last word.
You'll do anything.
You don't care what happens.
I won't give you the pleasure.
Never.
I have plenty of time.
Why are you here?
- For a drink.
- Stop following Coralie.
- You're sleeping with her.
- I'm not.
She told Poland.
That's not enough for you.
She talked to a friend,
that friend...
Hold on.
Yes.
I can't talk now.
There's an emergency.
I won't be home late,
but have dinner without me.
Yes...
Yes, I'm at the police station.
I'm sorry. I had no choice.
- Do you have a mother?
- Yes.
Leave your daughter with him
until you find a real job.
As a cashier in a supermarket?
To be banged for free
by the manager in the stock room?
You should be able to find better.
- I don't think so.
- Coralie...
Life isn't like a Hollywood movie.
Whores don't marry millionaires.
It will be fine.
Poland is going to calm down.
It was just to mess with you.
He said you two had a past.
- I have a date.
- Coralie.
Don't worry.
I'm going.
I have to see the bartender.
- Now?
- Yes, right now.
People work, you know.
Are you coming?
I remember.
I served him a tomato juice.
That doesn't happen often.
He was with a chic-looking woman.
How long did they stay?
She left with another guy
who was waiting for her.
He left 5 minutes later.
- He didn't drink.
- No. I would have seen him.
- Such a big guy is hard to forget.
- Then he was drugged.
I've had it.
Duval is marching around
like a revolutionary.
It's provocation. I took pictures.
Militias rarely end well.
I'm sick of this.
Come here, Manon.
- Come in.
- What is it?
You're seeing your ex.
- He's my baby's father.
- Don't be dramatic.
- That man used to hit you.
- He's changed.
No, Manon, they never change.
Only if they get help.
- Did he get help?
- No.
- He's going to.
- Will you take him back?
I can't keep his child from him.
- Stop it, Manon.
- It will be fine. Don't worry.
So?
I'm done. I'm on my way.
I'm sick of women who smile
as if to keep tragedy at bay.
- Is this poetry hour?
- It's the flu.
I have it. My head hurts.
Poland?
Don't mention him.
So you're the only one involved.
- Your subtle sense of reason.
- Spill it.
Sexual harassment.
I can't believe it.
Even when I say it, I can't.
Me, Kreusky, harassed? No way.
I'm humiliated.
I feel humiliated and you're amused.
I'm going to kill you.
No, just calm down.
He won't call
for any disciplinary procedures.
I told myself
it's dragged on for three weeks.
- What do you know?
- Revenge of the wounded male.
He's going to pressure you
and ruin your life.
You can't stop him.
You can't report him
or talk to your superiors, nothing.
He's having the time of his life.
I don't agree.
He could take down Sam.
No, you would never
forgive him for that.
He'll just give you hell.
- Black mail.
- Do you think I'll give in?
- No, I know you.
- So?
Get some rest.
Aren't you sick of the office?
And you?
That's not the same.
I only have my TV to talk to.
You have a husband.
Divorce him...
or take responsibility.
You know how some work late
to avoid facing their spouse.
Enough.
I'm going home.
I can't go like this.
I should change.
Why did I do that?
Why did I act like that?
Go home.
I have to be somewhere.
I have work to do.
You wouldn't listen,
but called me in today.
Hello, Ms. Favier,
I have some questions. Follow me.
I made an emergency request
to the judge,
but of course, you know
how slow the legal system is.
I have to give Alice
to her father tomorrow.
I'm freaking out.
Where will I find her?
What kind of state
will her father be in?
I see, but I need you
to clarify something.
Why did you want to meet your ex
at the Night-Floor?
- I had a date there. It was easier.
- But he had your daughter.
Taking her to a club...
He said Alice was with
her grandmother. I believed him.
The Night-Floor
would push him to drink.
It took 5 minutes.
What am I accused of?
He drinks.
He still does, he never stopped.
You saw him for yourself.
He says he was drugged.
Drugged?
With what?
He's sick.
He's sick.
He won't see Alice tomorrow.
- I can't do it. I'm too...
- Sam!
The old man who smells
like fish has lost it.
- I can't...
- But there's nobody.
- Give me a second.
- I'm in a hurry.
- Take Petit.
- No.
Come on.
- I'll be 15 minutes. Will you wait?
- Are you kidding me?
Amar, get the woman in my office
a coffee and make sure she stays.
Move it, he's shooting
at anything that moves.
Put that away, dammit.
You'll freak him out.
- Hello.
- I called you. I'm a neighbor.
He's over there.
- Did he kill any?
- Cats?
Cats are careful animals.
They're hiding. They won't come out.
- Are there many?
- I'm not sure, maybe dozens.
Ever since his wife died,
they've been multiplying.
- His wife is dead?
- Since when?
Two years, maybe.
No, no, it was in March,
not this year,
the one before.
It's been a year and a half.
I'll move in.
Since summer, he's closed off,
doesn't need anything.
But he isn't hurting anyone.
- Only cats.
- He just doesn't take care of them.
Don't move.
You'll get what's coming...
You little pests.
It's those kids.
- What kids?
- They think it's funny.
They know he hates cats.
They throw fish
in the garden to attract them.
They think it's hilarious, you know.
Did I get him?
Of course, grandpa.
Grandpa's burning up.
Must be the flu.
The whole neighborhood has it.
- Call an ambulance.
- No, no, no.
We see the same doctor,
I'll call him.
Hold on, don't worry.
We'll take care of it.
- Let's go.
- Don't put him in the hospital.
I shouldn't have even called you.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
But we should really get rid
of those cats.
- Is killing cats legal?
- He asked the same thing.
- I don't know.
- Because...
Don't say a word.
We don't want to know.
They're dirty animals.
I don't like cats.
Hello.
Yes, I'm calling about an emergency.
- Is Doctor Abecassis there?
- He's my doctor.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Thanks.
- His wife is here.
- You take him.
- You started it.
I have to report to Kreusky.
That old man, Abitbol,
has a high fever
and hallucinations.
Funny, it brings out old resentment.
Death erases nothing.
In the subconscious,
the deceased are still alive.
My therapist said that.
You have a therapist?
No, just someone I see
from time to time.
You have a therapist.
I had one during my divorce.
For one month.
I'm in. It might keep me
from getting into trouble.
- I have to admit...
- Enough.
- What do we do with Poland?
- I'm not in a thinking mood.
- Come in.
- This is my office.
- Sorry.
- Come in.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm going to quit.
That's a possible solution.
It would put an end
to pimping in our station.
What do you want?
Nivet... I...
Right.
The tests are conclusive.
Nivet had Rohypnol in his blood.
The rape drug. A lot of Rohypnol?
Let me school you.
Rohypnol disappears
in a matter of hours.
There wasn't much Rohypnol,
just traces of it.
I know, thank you.
Odorless and tasteless.
The perfect drug.
- His wife?
- Yes.
I'm surprised he hasn't caused
a stir in the station yet.
- Where did you put him?
- There.
Wasn't I right?
I was drugged by my wife.
I only saw her that night.
If she knew of the drug's effects,
she wouldn't
with your daughter present.
- She doesn't care.
- Your story doesn't add up.
Rohypnol only works
if mixed with alcohol.
You had been drinking.
Not at all.
He was right. You had a drink.
So?
- I was still drugged.
- When did you drink?
Just a bit before.
So your dear ex-wife is right.
You're still an alcoholic.
You drink in secret.
Hey, I'm the victim.
- It's true.
- Thank you.
Come on.
But where are you going?
File his report,
but he should face his wife.
No, I can't do that.
I'll stick them in the same cell.
I have a scoop, kids.
An officer caught a dealer
at the high school. Guess who it is.
Duval's daughter.
- The militia man.
- That one. I'm on my way.
That will do, guys. I'll take over.
Thanks.
- Well, kiddo...
- I'm not your kid.
- Don't bite. I won't hurt you.
- I don't care what you think.
I bet.
Silly you. Let's go.
You had no one on the lookout?
You were caught like a beginner.
- Was that your first time dealing?
- Can we go? I'm freezing.
A trick to get delinquents to talk.
- I'm not a delinquent.
- The judge won't agree.
The judge?
Let's go.
- What were you trying to prove?
- My Dad's an idiot.
You didn't have to deal drugs
to prove it.
- Those handcuffs hurt.
- They do on purpose.
Most kids your age
say the same thing in here.
"My Dad's an idiot."
It isn't always the case.
Have you seen him?
Yes.
Take a seat.
Or I'll tie you to the radiator.
There's no radiator.
So...
What did your Dad do
to make you so mad?
He punched Driss.
Is Driss your boyfriend?
No, he's just a friend.
I don't have a boyfriend.
That's why he started the militia,
to attack Arabs. He's racist.
Give me your phone.
Come on.
Come on.
There you go.
Driss and I are serious.
We love each other.
My father won't have it.
- Aren't you young for marriage?
- I didn't say that.
We just can't see each other.
He's always on patrol.
Did Driss give you the weed?
Does Driss deal?
No, he just takes drugs
like everyone else.
Like everyone else.
Don't move. I'll be back.
I'll kill her! Two years!
Shouting is all you're capable of.
- You almost killed me.
- Prove it.
Get in the office,
you're both causing a scene.
I put Rohypnol in your drink
to prove you were
still an alcoholic.
- My daughter is in danger.
- You put her in danger.
You'll never see her again.
You'll lose parental custody.
Never, do you hear me? Never.
You're blinded by rage.
I could have driven.
I could have killed her!
- You said she was with your mother!
- That's enough!
Get in the office!
Shut up! Shut up!
I don't want to hear you!
It starts out like this.
And ends up like that.
- I like your optimism.
- All that over a kid.
The Judgment of Solomon
wouldn't work today.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- What's the Judgment of Solomon?
- Uneducated youth.
Captain,
Duval is here for his daughter.
Put her in a cell for now
to teach her a lesson.
I'll handle her dad. Come on.
The Judgment of Solomon
was before DNA testing.
Two mothers claimed one baby,
each said it was her own.
King Solomon proposed
cutting the baby in two.
- What an awful story. Did they?
- No, no, no.
One of the women preferred
to give the baby to the other
than to kill it.
- The mother?
- You got it.
That's why the Judgment of Solomon
wouldn't work today.
Couples going through a divorce
would rather cut the dog in two.
And the kids, too.
- Well, Duval...
- Right.
Your daughter will stay the night.
- You have no right.
- We do.
Buying or selling drugs.
That's the law.
You let Driss go, but keep her.
Driss is in the hospital...
thanks to whom?
I know. I screwed up.
What was Morgane dealing?
What do you mean?
- What do you want her to deal?
- No, I...
You have something
to get off your chest.
Let's talk it over.
Wait here.
Give it some thought.
You won't leave until you confess.
Nivet won't back down.
We aren't good marriage counselors.
That's normal. We aren't good
examples of marital success.
Good thing I'm here.
- What's your longest?
- Your max?
Two months? Yes, two months.
Two months.
After they sign,
is there anything else?
So, haven't you changed your mind?
No.
You tried to take Alice.
You poisoned me. You lost.
You're the one
who will lose parental custody.
Do you think so?
The judge will decide.
But yes, it's possible.
Can't you try to listen
to one another?
No?
No.
No.
Dammit.
- What?
- Duval.
Here we go.
So you have something to tell us.
No, nothing.
Listen, I don't have time.
I hate interrogations.
- She's here because of you.
- It was Driss's fault.
I'm going to lock you up.
I'll turn in your daughter.
I'll search your home.
I did.
Excuse me?
I did, I searched my apartment
and the basement, too.
I found...
I found some white powder.
It belongs to Morgane.
I have to call the Narcotics Bureau.
- I know.
- Poland.
I know he's chief of Narcotics.
I'll get Driss Boukrissi.
I'll cause a storm in Muguets.
That's useless. Trafficking
in our sector has changed.
- We'll have to...
- I know!
Don't tell me how to do my job.
Is this yours?
- It's mine.
- She only knew about the weed.
What's this about?
You're a real supermarket.
Sorry, but Morgane
should explain herself.
- I'm with Driss.
- You're not with Driss.
Don't you see he lied
and took advantage of you
to hide his drugs?
Don't you see that?
Driss and I are in love.
I'll move in with him.
I want to live with you.
On the ground!
You couldn't stay calm.
Stand him up.
What could I do?
What could I do?
He's already here.
He's unavoidable.
The Narcs will have to come
to the station.
We'll take them,
or my name isn't Kreusky.
SUBTITLES: RED BEE MEDIA FRANCE
Yes, a 5-year-old girl.
It doesn't matter.
Hold on...
Don't yell.
No, I didn't leave
a little girl in a parking lot
with some sleazy night club owner.
No, I sent Karine over.
Because I'm all alone at the jail.
I can't be in two places at once.
You can hang up, I'm here.
Here, this should cheer you up.
Continue.
It's a mess.
The paramedics were called
for the father,
but they wouldn't take the girl.
The father wouldn't go
to the hospital.
- I'm alone.
- Don't talk while eating.
- Figure out what you want.
- I need help. Am I getting sick?
Yes, boss.
You don't feel well...
Will you still come?
Oh, you're here.
I was sad.
I thought you had the flu.
Nope, alcohol kills germs.
- Here's a croissant.
- Thanks.
- Can you take the front desk?
- Me neither.
Shall we get a move on 4.21?
This can't be!
There's no one!
Shit.
Finally.
My daughter was kidnapped.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Where was she?
- With her father.
He didn't bring her back.
We don't handle those cases.
You should contact Child Services,
they handle that.
How old is the girl?
POLICE REPORT
I want my Mom. I want my Mom...
Yes, their surname is Nivet.
Nivet just woke up.
He's out of it. What can I do?
Help me wake him up
and put him in the car.
Did you see how big he is?
I have to take him to the station.
- He's as drunk as a skunk.
- You shouldn't have served him.
Can I get some rest now?
Help me put him in the car.
Then you can.
Can I go now?
Why the hell are you still here?
No, it's much more serious
than that.
Do you realize?
- Sorry.
- He could have killed her.
If he had driven,
she could have died!
Not all get into accidents.
There's a God for drunks.
- Listen, she's fine.
- No, she isn't fine at all.
- She's traumatized and crying.
- Sophie, can you assist her?
Good day, Ms. Favier.
- I want to file a complaint!
- Why?
- Kidnapping.
- There wasn't one.
Legally, maybe...
That's him. Look, he's right there.
Look at him.
He's a wreck.
He's always been an alcoholic.
He can't even stop
around his daughter!
I want full custody!
See that with the judge.
I'll see my lawyer.
Lock that asshole up!
Rich ladies can be crass.
Ex-wives are a different breed.
He must have had a lot
to be in that state.
Mixing can break a man.
Just imagine,
if he started with pastis,
then followed with some white,
you forget your own name.
If you're unlucky enough
to have another, like whiskey...
You're wasted.
Don't tell me
how to get dead drunk.
No, that's how you get sick.
It's weird he drank with his kid.
You both take the desk until
the officers on patrol return.
- We should investigate Nivet.
- Who?
That drunk guy.
I want to check out the Night-Floor.
- We have better things to do.
- Fortunately.
He'll lose custody.
Are you kidding?
He left her in the car.
Exactly. As the judge...
- Feminine weakness.
- Not today.
Let's do the patrol schedule.
No more than two hours.
I'm not made to be a secretary.
Not blonde enough.
You jerk.
What's that smell?
- It stinks.
- Fish?
It's the old man.
And you were sick
of being at the desk...
No, you take it.
I've been assaulted.
The lieutenant will handle it.
Lieutenant...
It was armed assault.
- Cats.
- Or rather fish?
How did you guess?
My wife threw sardines on me
so they would attack.
My wife has over 20 cats.
I can't stand cats.
Follow me, sir. This way.
40 years of marriage.
40 years of putting up with cats.
I'll kill them all.
- Is it legal to kill cats?
- I don't believe so.
They're animals.
Yes but...
- She threw fish on me, do you hear?
- Yes.
- So what can I do?
- I don't know. Get a divorce.
The Abitbol family
doesn't do divorce.
I'm Jewish, Miss. I have religion.
People no longer do these days.
- Even Jews.
- I'm Catholic. We don't divorce.
I didn't want a divorce, either.
- You can't even stand up...
- I have something to say.
- Sam!
- I don't drink...
- Crap.
- ...anymore.
- I was drugged.
- What is it? You're drunk.
- No...
- What's going on?
What's that smell?
It's my wife. She threw fish at me.
Get this man to a hospital.
He'll end up in a coma.
- I'll handle it.
- What a stench...
- I thought your nose was stuffy.
- I have the flu, not a cold.
Are you still seeing Poland tonight?
If he doesn't cancel
or stand me up like last time.
He's getting back at me.
- I'm fed up.
- You're not that weak.
I had an affair with a cop
who has nothing better to do
than threaten me, and just because
Sam took money from a whore.
- You want me to calm down?
- There's an issue in Muguets.
Can't the others do it?
- No, they're on a robbery.
- Go ahead.
Can I take Karine?
Thanks.
Karine!
No, I'm not dealing
with the old man.
- He stinks.
- Sorry.
- What are you doing?
- There's a fight, but...
- But what?
- There are a lot of them.
Is there someone behind the wall?
- The dumpsters.
- Don't know who's there.
We need our guns.
The boss doesn't like that.
Yeah, right.
You don't have the balls.
- Lieutenant...
- Let's go.
Follow me.
Are you kids blowing of steam?
- Who's inside?
- Some old guys.
- They jumped him.
- They hit Driss.
Shut the hell up! Shut up!
- You should know.
- They attacked my son, look.
There's movement!
Don't move, stay there.
Come out immediately.
You bastard!
- Come out, you bastard!
- Jesus, it stinks.
It's trash day.
- That's enough.
- They cornered us in there.
Those morons went after us.
- That's enough!
- Let's go!
Nobody move!
Put away the guns, dammit!
Get in the car.
You too, let's go.
What did you do in Muguets?
What the hell is this mess?
The usual.
We got wiped out...
You threatened kids with your guns.
You better have a good reason.
I panicked. They were taking off...
And we were getting hit.
Sam.
I didn't take out my gun.
Nobody fired, nothing happened.
You're bleeding.
Battle wounds.
Did a witness anonymously call
in order to spit on us?
- The latest police error?
- Many calls, not all anonymous.
I don't feel well.
- I took a blow to the head.
- What?
I'm kidding.
Will you put a band-aid on it?
Don't count on me to play nurse.
- You're fine.
- Yes, but...
It won't stay.
There you go.
- You see?
- Don't push it.
I didn't see the wound.
The scalp is fragile.
Do I look less charming?
Most women like fragile men.
- You think so?
- I don't know. I don't get women.
And men?
Not much, either.
- Poland?
- Don't bring him up, I'll lose it.
Won't you see him tonight?
This isn't a station,
but a gossiping high school.
- Excuse me, but...
- It's your fault.
- Well, partly my fault.
- I'll rip off your band-aid.
I'm not unemployed.
I work in landscaping.
- Part-time.
- On leave. I had the flu.
Sure, he's as sick as I am.
- He does rounds with his militia.
- Your son is a dealer.
- He isn't!
- You don't know. You work nights.
You sleep all day.
- Your wife left.
- She went back to Africa.
- How about we grab a bite?
- Sure, we aren't much help.
I've filed three police reports.
You haven't even done anything.
- When was it? We'll check.
- Sure.
Sit down, sit down, sit down.
Both of you.
- Please sit down, both of you.
- Driss, come with me.
- What are you going to do?
- Sit, sir.
Question him in peace.
With your racket...
Let's go, Driss. Are you hurt?
What exactly happened?
That fascist
and his friends jumped him.
Let him go!
They hide their dope
in the dumpster area.
Did you find it?
No.
Duval filed multiple reports
against Driss Boukrissi,
accusing him of dealing.
We didn't follow up?
I want everyone in my office now.
Don't make a fuss about it.
If we always followed up,
we would work seven days a week.
There aren't enough of us.
Let me remind you, boss,
with all due respect,
you don't like to pay overtime.
You know how many follow-ups
have been done? Zero.
I'd be surprised. Maybe you forget.
Only 20 percent
lead to investigation.
Why? Because 80 percent
of it is nonsense.
- Is drug dealing nonsense?
- Yes.
You know how often
it gets reported weekly?
- Once.
- It proves there's dealing.
What do we do? Catch the dealer?
Trying to stop it
is emptying the ocean with a spoon.
You're lucky.
Mr. Boukrissi won't file
a report for the assault.
He doesn't want you in his business.
- So I can go.
- Five broken ribs, an arm fracture,
- bruised body. Bravo.
- They ruin the neighborhood.
- And you think it's normal?
- Listen, Duval.
If I hear of you again...
If a kid loses a single hair,
your life will be ruined.
- Is that clear?
- Whose side is the police on?
Get lost.
Alexandra, please show him the exit.
Sit at the desk in the back.
- Now what does he want?
- To file a report against his wife.
It's never going to end.
Leave me alone!
- Manon...
- Dammit!
Sam, go ahead.
- What is it, Manon?
- Not you, too.
- I can't take it when you're upset.
- I can't live with Karine anymore.
I'm 15 minutes late,
she asks where I've been.
- We aren't married.
- Lesbians are complicated.
- Cut it out.
- You just...
She treats me like a teenager.
- Or like you're pregnant.
- I'm not in labor.
I do what I want, dammit.
What did she say?
That you're annoying.
- That's no scoop.
- I don't know what to do.
Tell me, my child.
- I'm sure she'll see her ex.
- What?
I saw him the other night.
He won't stop calling.
He's sorry he hit her.
He won't do it again.
That nonsense.
That's harassment.
- It isn't her fault.
- Sure, but...
It's been days.
She won't talk to me.
- I'm sure she's seeing him.
- Shit.
- Can you talk to her?
- That would be useless.
- Talking would be useless.
- You downplay your influence.
- We all love your advice.
- You're making fun of me.
Karine will either put
an electronic bracelet on Manon,
or smash the guy's face in,
or both.
- It would be tragic.
- I can't help. She's in love.
She's not in love. I know Manon.
Her boyfriend is clingy.
- It's always a two-way street.
- Speaking of clingy...
- Let's go into my office.
- ...Nivet is back.
I don't want to know.
You're a big boy, you handle it.
Excuse me, there was an emergency.
I have flashbacks.
Right, flashbacks.
I don't remember last night,
except for one thing.
It came back to me.
My ex wanted to meet me
at Night-Floor.
She forgot Alice's cough-syrup.
She wanted me to come and get her.
That's it.
I remember the Night-Floor,
but nothing after that.
Because you got wasted.
No, I didn't...
Alice was in the car.
I just had a tomato juice, I swear.
Even the hospital
said my state was unusual.
I'll have the test results tomorrow.
I think I'm getting sick.
- It's my wife.
- What about your wife?
Yes.
My wife.
She's a pharmacist.
She put something in my drink.
I'm not an idiot!
I drank too much after my divorce.
Well, when it turned sour.
I've been sober since.
I don't want to lose my daughter.
Do you hear me?
She's trying to take
my daughter away from me.
I don't want that.
- Hello.
- Vanessa, will you take this?
- What do you think?
- Nivet?
- I don't believe his story.
- Me neither.
- Come see.
- I'll be right back.
He got drunk,
but he shouldn't lose his kid.
If we act like we believe him
and open an investigation,
the judge will wait before ruling.
- To drag it out...
- For a bit.
Hi.
You're right. Women never forgive.
I know one
who's a bit too forgiving.
- Who?
- Manon.
As for his own, Ms. Ex-Nivet...
- Let's ask Kreusky.
- She sent me packing.
I'll call the prosecutor.
We'll tell Kreusky later.
- It doesn't feel right.
- Trust me.
This is Garnier.
Hello, sir, Capt. Cliquot speaking.
How are you?
I think I may have caught the flu.
- Go ahead.
- Nivet, Yannick, 39 years old.
Found this morning in his car
in the Night-Floor parking lot,
first believed to be inebriated,
but it could prove
to have been something else.
- Drugs?
- The tests are in progress.
- He says he was drugged.
- They all say that.
Any history of it?
Captain?
Yes.
He's accusing his wife.
He says his wife
is trying to get full custody.
Send me the file.
The case doesn't seem clear, indeed.
- Investigate.
- Thank you, sir. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
That man
has been screwed over by women.
It's reciprocal.
Men screw over women, too.
You remember '68.
"Make love, not war".
Love is war.
For whom are you getting dressed up?
Poland.
- Plan to seduce him again?
- No.
One should never look bad
in tough situations.
Not bad at all.
You buy name brands.
Luxury is an old lady's consolation.
- Why are you waiting?
- You're changing.
Out, Mister Sam.
Night-Floor isn't open.
What do I do?
Wearing stockings?
What are you doing Lt.?
Do you talk to doors now?
- I actually...
- I see.
That's right.
I don't care for stockings.
What do I do?
Wait, or bring in
the bartender and owner?
I don't care.
Even though I prefer
a sexy sandal to a heel, that's...
- Is it alright?
- Yes.
Serious, but chic. Turn around.
- Any lipstick?
- No.
Yes.
We should have told you earlier,
- but Cliquot's ideas are good.
- It doesn't matter.
I'm holding you responsible.
If there's any issue,
I won't lift a finger to help.
Is it normal for his wife
to take his kid?
You know, me and kids...
You're a confusing hypocrite.
Not too fast.
These heels are hell.
Why do we make stuff like this?
Why dress up if we can't walk?
I hate myself.
I don't.
- Karine, I need a word.
- This woman's purse was stolen.
Sam?
- What's going on with Manon?
- She let's her guy harass her.
She can't go back to him, can she?
- She can.
- That can't be.
He would hit her all the time.
She had bruises.
Why are you watching over her?
- Can't we lock him up?
- No.
Even if she filed a report,
we couldn't lock him up.
- Can't you talk to her?
- Karine...
Some women say
it's never their boyfriend's fault.
- He was upset. Do you understand?
- I don't believe it.
- Always expect the worst in love.
- That isn't love.
I don't know what it is...
There are no words for it...
It's an illness, if you will.
That's it.
I have a date with another sicko.
Who?
A mistake.
You're beautiful.
Problems do me good.
You wanted to see me?
I would have rather passed.
Are you stirring things up
for the pleasure of my company?
It's working.
- Why did you dump me?
- Were we together?
Not even a text message, nothing.
What happened?
Do I have to explain myself?
I'm sorry.
It wasn't for forever.
It's polite to break up in person.
I didn't break up with you.
I forgot you.
I'm sorry, I'm awkward
with this type of thing.
My life is too busy
for another man, I'm sorry.
You want an apology? Here it is.
What does it change?
What do you want?
- Did you know Sam's with Coralie?
- And you?
No, she's not my type of woman.
I don't like whores.
How did you catch Sam?
Coralie has a nice little girl.
She wouldn't like to lose her.
You're disgusting.
You're rotten.
- What? Love makes you do things.
- Stop it.
- What do you really want?
- You.
Let's start where we left off.
Are you kidding?
I'm not one to be blackmailed
at 49 years old.
You don't look it.
You want to control me
to get the last word.
You'll do anything.
You don't care what happens.
I won't give you the pleasure.
Never.
I have plenty of time.
Why are you here?
- For a drink.
- Stop following Coralie.
- You're sleeping with her.
- I'm not.
She told Poland.
That's not enough for you.
She talked to a friend,
that friend...
Hold on.
Yes.
I can't talk now.
There's an emergency.
I won't be home late,
but have dinner without me.
Yes...
Yes, I'm at the police station.
I'm sorry. I had no choice.
- Do you have a mother?
- Yes.
Leave your daughter with him
until you find a real job.
As a cashier in a supermarket?
To be banged for free
by the manager in the stock room?
You should be able to find better.
- I don't think so.
- Coralie...
Life isn't like a Hollywood movie.
Whores don't marry millionaires.
It will be fine.
Poland is going to calm down.
It was just to mess with you.
He said you two had a past.
- I have a date.
- Coralie.
Don't worry.
I'm going.
I have to see the bartender.
- Now?
- Yes, right now.
People work, you know.
Are you coming?
I remember.
I served him a tomato juice.
That doesn't happen often.
He was with a chic-looking woman.
How long did they stay?
She left with another guy
who was waiting for her.
He left 5 minutes later.
- He didn't drink.
- No. I would have seen him.
- Such a big guy is hard to forget.
- Then he was drugged.
I've had it.
Duval is marching around
like a revolutionary.
It's provocation. I took pictures.
Militias rarely end well.
I'm sick of this.
Come here, Manon.
- Come in.
- What is it?
You're seeing your ex.
- He's my baby's father.
- Don't be dramatic.
- That man used to hit you.
- He's changed.
No, Manon, they never change.
Only if they get help.
- Did he get help?
- No.
- He's going to.
- Will you take him back?
I can't keep his child from him.
- Stop it, Manon.
- It will be fine. Don't worry.
So?
I'm done. I'm on my way.
I'm sick of women who smile
as if to keep tragedy at bay.
- Is this poetry hour?
- It's the flu.
I have it. My head hurts.
Poland?
Don't mention him.
So you're the only one involved.
- Your subtle sense of reason.
- Spill it.
Sexual harassment.
I can't believe it.
Even when I say it, I can't.
Me, Kreusky, harassed? No way.
I'm humiliated.
I feel humiliated and you're amused.
I'm going to kill you.
No, just calm down.
He won't call
for any disciplinary procedures.
I told myself
it's dragged on for three weeks.
- What do you know?
- Revenge of the wounded male.
He's going to pressure you
and ruin your life.
You can't stop him.
You can't report him
or talk to your superiors, nothing.
He's having the time of his life.
I don't agree.
He could take down Sam.
No, you would never
forgive him for that.
He'll just give you hell.
- Black mail.
- Do you think I'll give in?
- No, I know you.
- So?
Get some rest.
Aren't you sick of the office?
And you?
That's not the same.
I only have my TV to talk to.
You have a husband.
Divorce him...
or take responsibility.
You know how some work late
to avoid facing their spouse.
Enough.
I'm going home.
I can't go like this.
I should change.
Why did I do that?
Why did I act like that?
Go home.
I have to be somewhere.
I have work to do.
You wouldn't listen,
but called me in today.
Hello, Ms. Favier,
I have some questions. Follow me.
I made an emergency request
to the judge,
but of course, you know
how slow the legal system is.
I have to give Alice
to her father tomorrow.
I'm freaking out.
Where will I find her?
What kind of state
will her father be in?
I see, but I need you
to clarify something.
Why did you want to meet your ex
at the Night-Floor?
- I had a date there. It was easier.
- But he had your daughter.
Taking her to a club...
He said Alice was with
her grandmother. I believed him.
The Night-Floor
would push him to drink.
It took 5 minutes.
What am I accused of?
He drinks.
He still does, he never stopped.
You saw him for yourself.
He says he was drugged.
Drugged?
With what?
He's sick.
He's sick.
He won't see Alice tomorrow.
- I can't do it. I'm too...
- Sam!
The old man who smells
like fish has lost it.
- I can't...
- But there's nobody.
- Give me a second.
- I'm in a hurry.
- Take Petit.
- No.
Come on.
- I'll be 15 minutes. Will you wait?
- Are you kidding me?
Amar, get the woman in my office
a coffee and make sure she stays.
Move it, he's shooting
at anything that moves.
Put that away, dammit.
You'll freak him out.
- Hello.
- I called you. I'm a neighbor.
He's over there.
- Did he kill any?
- Cats?
Cats are careful animals.
They're hiding. They won't come out.
- Are there many?
- I'm not sure, maybe dozens.
Ever since his wife died,
they've been multiplying.
- His wife is dead?
- Since when?
Two years, maybe.
No, no, it was in March,
not this year,
the one before.
It's been a year and a half.
I'll move in.
Since summer, he's closed off,
doesn't need anything.
But he isn't hurting anyone.
- Only cats.
- He just doesn't take care of them.
Don't move.
You'll get what's coming...
You little pests.
It's those kids.
- What kids?
- They think it's funny.
They know he hates cats.
They throw fish
in the garden to attract them.
They think it's hilarious, you know.
Did I get him?
Of course, grandpa.
Grandpa's burning up.
Must be the flu.
The whole neighborhood has it.
- Call an ambulance.
- No, no, no.
We see the same doctor,
I'll call him.
Hold on, don't worry.
We'll take care of it.
- Let's go.
- Don't put him in the hospital.
I shouldn't have even called you.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
But we should really get rid
of those cats.
- Is killing cats legal?
- He asked the same thing.
- I don't know.
- Because...
Don't say a word.
We don't want to know.
They're dirty animals.
I don't like cats.
Hello.
Yes, I'm calling about an emergency.
- Is Doctor Abecassis there?
- He's my doctor.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Thanks.
- His wife is here.
- You take him.
- You started it.
I have to report to Kreusky.
That old man, Abitbol,
has a high fever
and hallucinations.
Funny, it brings out old resentment.
Death erases nothing.
In the subconscious,
the deceased are still alive.
My therapist said that.
You have a therapist?
No, just someone I see
from time to time.
You have a therapist.
I had one during my divorce.
For one month.
I'm in. It might keep me
from getting into trouble.
- I have to admit...
- Enough.
- What do we do with Poland?
- I'm not in a thinking mood.
- Come in.
- This is my office.
- Sorry.
- Come in.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm going to quit.
That's a possible solution.
It would put an end
to pimping in our station.
What do you want?
Nivet... I...
Right.
The tests are conclusive.
Nivet had Rohypnol in his blood.
The rape drug. A lot of Rohypnol?
Let me school you.
Rohypnol disappears
in a matter of hours.
There wasn't much Rohypnol,
just traces of it.
I know, thank you.
Odorless and tasteless.
The perfect drug.
- His wife?
- Yes.
I'm surprised he hasn't caused
a stir in the station yet.
- Where did you put him?
- There.
Wasn't I right?
I was drugged by my wife.
I only saw her that night.
If she knew of the drug's effects,
she wouldn't
with your daughter present.
- She doesn't care.
- Your story doesn't add up.
Rohypnol only works
if mixed with alcohol.
You had been drinking.
Not at all.
He was right. You had a drink.
So?
- I was still drugged.
- When did you drink?
Just a bit before.
So your dear ex-wife is right.
You're still an alcoholic.
You drink in secret.
Hey, I'm the victim.
- It's true.
- Thank you.
Come on.
But where are you going?
File his report,
but he should face his wife.
No, I can't do that.
I'll stick them in the same cell.
I have a scoop, kids.
An officer caught a dealer
at the high school. Guess who it is.
Duval's daughter.
- The militia man.
- That one. I'm on my way.
That will do, guys. I'll take over.
Thanks.
- Well, kiddo...
- I'm not your kid.
- Don't bite. I won't hurt you.
- I don't care what you think.
I bet.
Silly you. Let's go.
You had no one on the lookout?
You were caught like a beginner.
- Was that your first time dealing?
- Can we go? I'm freezing.
A trick to get delinquents to talk.
- I'm not a delinquent.
- The judge won't agree.
The judge?
Let's go.
- What were you trying to prove?
- My Dad's an idiot.
You didn't have to deal drugs
to prove it.
- Those handcuffs hurt.
- They do on purpose.
Most kids your age
say the same thing in here.
"My Dad's an idiot."
It isn't always the case.
Have you seen him?
Yes.
Take a seat.
Or I'll tie you to the radiator.
There's no radiator.
So...
What did your Dad do
to make you so mad?
He punched Driss.
Is Driss your boyfriend?
No, he's just a friend.
I don't have a boyfriend.
That's why he started the militia,
to attack Arabs. He's racist.
Give me your phone.
Come on.
Come on.
There you go.
Driss and I are serious.
We love each other.
My father won't have it.
- Aren't you young for marriage?
- I didn't say that.
We just can't see each other.
He's always on patrol.
Did Driss give you the weed?
Does Driss deal?
No, he just takes drugs
like everyone else.
Like everyone else.
Don't move. I'll be back.
I'll kill her! Two years!
Shouting is all you're capable of.
- You almost killed me.
- Prove it.
Get in the office,
you're both causing a scene.
I put Rohypnol in your drink
to prove you were
still an alcoholic.
- My daughter is in danger.
- You put her in danger.
You'll never see her again.
You'll lose parental custody.
Never, do you hear me? Never.
You're blinded by rage.
I could have driven.
I could have killed her!
- You said she was with your mother!
- That's enough!
Get in the office!
Shut up! Shut up!
I don't want to hear you!
It starts out like this.
And ends up like that.
- I like your optimism.
- All that over a kid.
The Judgment of Solomon
wouldn't work today.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- What's the Judgment of Solomon?
- Uneducated youth.
Captain,
Duval is here for his daughter.
Put her in a cell for now
to teach her a lesson.
I'll handle her dad. Come on.
The Judgment of Solomon
was before DNA testing.
Two mothers claimed one baby,
each said it was her own.
King Solomon proposed
cutting the baby in two.
- What an awful story. Did they?
- No, no, no.
One of the women preferred
to give the baby to the other
than to kill it.
- The mother?
- You got it.
That's why the Judgment of Solomon
wouldn't work today.
Couples going through a divorce
would rather cut the dog in two.
And the kids, too.
- Well, Duval...
- Right.
Your daughter will stay the night.
- You have no right.
- We do.
Buying or selling drugs.
That's the law.
You let Driss go, but keep her.
Driss is in the hospital...
thanks to whom?
I know. I screwed up.
What was Morgane dealing?
What do you mean?
- What do you want her to deal?
- No, I...
You have something
to get off your chest.
Let's talk it over.
Wait here.
Give it some thought.
You won't leave until you confess.
Nivet won't back down.
We aren't good marriage counselors.
That's normal. We aren't good
examples of marital success.
Good thing I'm here.
- What's your longest?
- Your max?
Two months? Yes, two months.
Two months.
After they sign,
is there anything else?
So, haven't you changed your mind?
No.
You tried to take Alice.
You poisoned me. You lost.
You're the one
who will lose parental custody.
Do you think so?
The judge will decide.
But yes, it's possible.
Can't you try to listen
to one another?
No?
No.
No.
Dammit.
- What?
- Duval.
Here we go.
So you have something to tell us.
No, nothing.
Listen, I don't have time.
I hate interrogations.
- She's here because of you.
- It was Driss's fault.
I'm going to lock you up.
I'll turn in your daughter.
I'll search your home.
I did.
Excuse me?
I did, I searched my apartment
and the basement, too.
I found...
I found some white powder.
It belongs to Morgane.
I have to call the Narcotics Bureau.
- I know.
- Poland.
I know he's chief of Narcotics.
I'll get Driss Boukrissi.
I'll cause a storm in Muguets.
That's useless. Trafficking
in our sector has changed.
- We'll have to...
- I know!
Don't tell me how to do my job.
Is this yours?
- It's mine.
- She only knew about the weed.
What's this about?
You're a real supermarket.
Sorry, but Morgane
should explain herself.
- I'm with Driss.
- You're not with Driss.
Don't you see he lied
and took advantage of you
to hide his drugs?
Don't you see that?
Driss and I are in love.
I'll move in with him.
I want to live with you.
On the ground!
You couldn't stay calm.
Stand him up.
What could I do?
What could I do?
He's already here.
He's unavoidable.
The Narcs will have to come
to the station.
We'll take them,
or my name isn't Kreusky.
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