Main courante (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Intimité - full transcript
- Don't mind me, guys.
- There's room.
- You're as thin as ever.
- Go to hell.
- Sleep well?
- I dreamed about you.
I need coffee.
You called us.
I can't run things
and do the Muguets case.
- We were on it.
- You wish.
- Believe what you want.
- I want some coffee.
- Hello.
- Hello.
PRIVACY
- Where can we set up?
- Wherever.
There are the Narc cowboys.
Speaking of cowboys,
the bulletproof vests came in.
We've been waiting for 10 years.
What do you need them for?
A fashion show.
How are you?
Ladies...
Any damn privacy
in this damn station?
Two "damns" in one sentence.
You're good. Excuse me.
You're just arriving?
Your boyfriend makes you late.
- Did you see the time?
- You're not the boss.
I'm lieutenant, you're not.
What were you doing?
Getting laid. That's what.
You should too,
you'd be less annoying.
Wait for your turn.
- Lt. Belkacem, I'm with Narcotics.
- I know who you are.
What are you doing?
The bakery on Desnouettes Street.
- Take Manon.
- No.
What is with you chicks?
They have their period.
What tact, Lt. Belkacem.
Will you go already?
- Will you hurry up?
- Yes, lieutenant.
You took your sweet time. Come see.
I put him in the back.
That's him.
Are you crazy?
You can't tie up a kid.
I did what I could.
He's a real wild one.
- Did you see?
- What did he steal? Candy?
- What's your name?
- He didn't take anything.
- He came in to screw around.
- That's nonsense.
- Tell me your name.
- It's Martin Bailly. He lives...
Don't untie him, you...
I told you so!
Who will pay for the damages?
Stupid cops.
POLICE REPORT
Did he kill someone?
- Did he hit anyone?
- Not really.
Take the cuffs off now.
- He's...
- Immediately.
And she says she hates kids.
- Sit.
- I don't need your help.
A lieutenant
can handle things alone.
- Would you have caught him, too?
- That's enough.
What happened?
Why did you get into trouble?
What did the baker do to you?
- Did he hit you?
- I would never have let him.
Good, but why raise hell?
You risk looking like
a trouble-maker.
Juvenile Court.
Your father will be in trouble.
Tell us what happened.
- I want to leave.
- That's impossible.
Will you cut it out?
Now be good and stay put.
Unbelievable.
Where were we?
Shit!
- What is it?
- The pharmacy!
Call an ambulance.
His father's on his way.
A Mr. Bailly.
Shit.
- Cliquot.
- What?
A shitstorm. His father's coming.
Hold him back 5 minutes.
- What is it?
- 5 minutes. His name's Bailly.
Actually, a Mr. Bailly
is here for his son.
- Hello.
- Hello, Capt. Cliquot.
We need 5 minutes more.
Come with me.
- What did my son do?
- Nothing serious.
- This way.
- Why is he at the station?
Come with me, I need
your personal information...
- Dad!
- Martin...
What happened, pumpkin?
What happened to you?
- What did you do?
- He stabbed himself with a pencil.
With a pencil...
- I'm going to press charges.
- If he needs medical care...
- I have a car.
- No.
You'll hear from me.
- Mr. Bailly...
- Don't touch me.
- Is that kid nuts?
- I don't know.
- Did you see his father's face?
- I said wait.
- It doesn't stop.
- I'll go.
Listen, I'm Ms. Lefebvre.
This man is my neighbor.
We want to file a complaint.
I'm a friend
of Capt. Antoine's in Nantes.
He told me to go to my station.
- What's the problem?
- Visual nuisance.
Visual nuisance?
Take a look at this...
Our neighbor,
a so-called artist,
digs through our trash for this.
- What is it?
- It's art... sculptures.
Capt. Antoine
said I could come by.
Alright, alright, alright.
Come with me.
Wait here, Mr. Collet.
Thank you.
Make yourself comfortable.
- So...
- Can I have a minute?
That's impossible.
I won't wait another three hours.
One minute.
Please! I will complain!
I'm going to complain...
- What's with that lady?
- Visual nuisance.
The Baillys
have already had problems.
The neighbor filed a report.
Late night disturbances,
insults, etc.
How is the father?
I hardly got a look at him.
- His face is messed up.
- His son hits him?
It's possible.
We need info,
if the father presses charges...
Get out of here already!
That's impossible, it's the middle
of the day. I'll go.
Are you kidding me, or what?
I don't care. This is my desk.
Take your shit and go.
This isn't a playground.
You told us to set up.
We're setting up.
Not on my desk, dammit!
Where are my files?
How old are you guys?
Take the desk in the back.
Hold on.
- Is this Boukrissi?
- Yes, he's the dealer I caught.
He leaves the hospital tomorrow.
We'll ask him some questions.
No.
You will do it here, with Sam.
- Okay.
- So you've gotten nowhere.
The new boss in Muguets is a
Zairian with a record, named
Luther.
- See, we're professionals.
- In the back.
Boukrissi won't know much.
What's your plan?
We'll see.
He got caught, he's screwed.
He might be open
to making concessions.
They always know something,
or a little bit.
I don't want any heroin
trafficking. I don't care about
weed.
Trust us.
Wait.
Can't we celebrate
working together?
Heroin doesn't put me in the mood.
Don't act so uptight.
Let's have dinner together.
- Tonight?
- What?
You called me.
And you thought...
No, you didn't think...
- You think...
- You don't know what you want.
I want to shoot you
in the stomach right now.
Shit.
Ours our clogged, I swear.
I've had it.
I know, no place feels like home.
Was a mistake to have called
the Narcotics Bureau?
- Yes, it was my mistake.
- That's true.
I should have stopped you.
Things with Poland aren't clear.
- What's the story?
- I won't tell you my life story.
- Keep an eye on them.
- I'd like to know how...
I'd like to know, too.
I'm not through with the Baillys.
I called the neighbor, Ms. Janvier.
Isn't that what you wanted?
- Yes.
- She'll be in tomorrow morning.
You do good work, Karine.
Only after that jerk shows up
do I see that we're a good team.
Well, I'll let you
handle the Baillys.
Let me know.
Ms. Janvier?
Yes, that's me.
- Hello.
- What's going on here?
What are you doing, sir?
Stop it right now. Dumping trash
at the police station is illegal.
This isn't trash.
This is the waste
of our society of consumption.
I'm making it beautiful.
It's the very privacy
of our poor humanity on display.
- It's art, sir, art.
- I will write you a ticket, sir.
How is art a crime?
- Our society is sinking...
- Calm down.
...into disgrace and terror.
I'm the first in a long list to
come
so be careful, all of you!
All of you!
- Calm down, sir.
- What the hell is this?
- Listen!
- Drop that!
Clear that up!
Get him inside the station!
Here!
That's the usefulness of art,
to provoke a reaction.
In such moments
one feels useful.
- Are you alright?
- Leave me alone.
Get a life
and forget about me.
Is she pregnant?
She is. She isn't showing,
but she's pregnant.
- You don't look well...
- Follow me, Ms. Janvier.
I hear a ton at the Baillys'.
You would think...
the walls are made of paper.
That woman never stops shouting.
She's nasty, really nasty.
You wouldn't think so, but I swear.
- Mrs. Bailly?
- Yes, Mrs. Bailly.
He's a nice guy,
but a bit of a coward in my
opinion.
You know, men...
- But her...
- And their son, Martin?
Turning out badly.
He was so cute when he was little.
He would always say hello to me.
But now, he won't even look at me.
- What do you hear, exactly?
- Banging.
- Banging?
- Yes, banging.
- What kind of banging?
- I don't live in the apartment.
I hear noises,
falling furniture, banging.
In my opinion, she beats him.
I have a file on battered men.
I have a file. I'll find it.
From memory, 1 to 1.5 percent
of men are abused.
Here it is.
No, that's not it.
It happens in every class,
as with women,
only it never gets reported.
No, that's not it.
Here.
Have a look,
it will give you an idea.
But what do I do?
In any case, call them in.
The baker is pressing charges.
He withdrew them.
He wanted to leave the kid alone.
I don't know. Figure it out.
Check to see if the neighbor
isn't crazy and if it's true.
Yes?
A boss was assaulted
by a female employee.
- Female?
- Yes, female.
Anyone interested?
- Will you move it?
- You're right.
We have time.
There's no harm in letting
a boss get it. What's your thing?
- So...
- Out!
The door.
Hurry, it's this way...
The first one.
- How many?
- Two.
Hang on, Mr. Legall,
the police are here!
Will you shut up?
Are you nuts?
Who's the idiot who called the
cops?
Good thing you're here.
This can be explained.
Don't listen, she's crazy.
- She locked me up and assaulted
me. - He fired me.
- She stole a computer.
- I didn't steal it.
- She wanted to kill me.
- I didn't touch him.
Fascist.
And this? This?
- What's this?
- That isn't mine.
Fingerprints tell all.
- You're nuts. Let's take them.
- With pleasure.
Miss...
Come with me, sir.
Let's go.
- Hi, Sam.
- Hi.
Miss.
See, I told you.
- It's on purpose. She's...
- What?
- Say it.
- Come with me.
What? What? What? She's a lady.
- You're sick!
- This isn't over!
- No.
- Step inside.
Take a seat.
I'll be a minute.
- Do we each take one of them?
- Yes.
- Let me guess. Whom will you take?
- Let's see, I don't know...
- Angelina Jolie?
- Why not?
Business and pleasure.
You'll question her
in an unbiased manner.
You know what?
Manon's right.
I think you're getting bitter.
Well, time to get to work.
So he lent you the computer
for you to work at home
in peace, is that it?
- Yes, exactly.
- Kreusky needs you in her office.
- Probably does.
- It was to accuse me of stealing.
- That's it.
- Captain.
A mere lieutenant to untangle
such a complicated matter?
- You're right.
- I'll take her to Kreusky.
Will you listen?
I was harassed, I was fired.
You don't even care!
I lost my job.
It's a joke to you.
My apologies, Miss.
You were harassed?
Is he accusing you
because you didn't sleep with him?
That wouldn't matter,
I could defend myself.
- No, he...
- Tell me.
He thinks I'm too sexy.
I distract other employees.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Did you see my red notebook?
- No.
Are you sure? I left it...
Out, Petit.
- Enough.
- Hello.
- Please continue.
- He wanted me to dress like a nun.
I can dress however I please.
Sam, I wanted to tell you...
Out.
Unbelievable.
He began to overload
me with work,
yell at me,
and try find me at fault...
- No, that's enough.
- It's me, dammit!
Sorry.
- It was the others.
- Mr. Legall, her boss...
- He says she threatened him.
- That's not true.
Miss Alonzo.
I admit I went
to get an explanation.
What's going on?
Where are you going, Miss?
- Where?
- I'll kill him!
You'll be chopped meat.
I'll start with your balls
and make you eat them!
- He accused me of theft.
- Yes, but...
Why didn't you agree
to dress normally?
I do dress normally.
Really, I wouldn't dress like you.
Really.
What's this story
about a stolen computer?
He asked me to finish the write-up
of a meeting one evening
- and to take the computer home.
- Excuse me.
He accused me of theft
the next day.
Hello.
Finally.
Excuse me.
Yes.
Of course.
- Of course what?
- Nothing.
- Are there any witnesses?
- Yes.
Kreusky.
Did she cause the stir?
He was there when it happened.
Come here.
What's with Muguets?
You were working with Poland.
If we want to. Why?
Driss Boukrissi
is being interrogated by Narcotics
- in Nantes.
- That bastard.
Can you explain?
The deal was to interrogate
Boukrissi here.
His answering machine.
Poland, call me back.
I get why Sonia wants
to feed her boss his balls.
Is Sonia the girl?
I mean the pretty girl?
What's her deal?
Her boss wanted to screw her,
but didn't dare.
He made her life hell.
All men are idiots.
Do you think so?
Sometimes I do.
Poland's a real idiot.
I'll deal with him.
Where are you going?
Sam!
Yes, I'm here.
Where are you on the Muguets case?
Actually, I have some big shot
who isn't too happy
to be replaced.
I'll know tomorrow.
- Hurry. I'm going to kill Poland.
- Invite me. What's up?
He's interrogating Driss Boukrissi.
- Are you kidding?
- No, I'm not.
Dammit. Dammit!
Let's move quickly.
I'll contact my informant.
Sorry, excuse me.
- You cops only screw up.
- Excuse me?
- Excuse me?
- It's nothing. I just...
Here, look.
- Are you sure it was Ms. Bailly?
- Obviously it was her.
I never should have talked to you.
I was warned.
Talking to the cops means trouble.
You told Mrs. Bailly
that I had filed a police report.
Weren't you the one?
That's what happened.
The lieutenant called them in
for another reason.
- Are you sure you kept quiet?
- You bet I'm sure.
What do you take me for?
- She...
- Nothing, Ms. Janvier.
Want to report the graffiti?
No.
Goodbye, Ma'am.
Come, Karine.
- Let's have a smoke.
- You quit.
- I did.
- I messed up with Ms. Janvier.
I was on the phone
with Mrs. Bailly.
I asked how Martin
was doing with his hand.
And...
She was nice, but wouldn't
come down to the station.
- I got mixed up.
- Yes, I know.
I had my doubts.
- I'm sorry.
- You shouldn't mess up
the same day
I say you're a good cop.
How is Martin's hand?
- I have no idea. She wouldn't say.
- Sounds like trouble.
We'll be investigated.
A kid stabbed himself
in the station.
They'll surely report it.
- Did you find your informant?
- I can't reach him.
A dealer's worse than a hot line.
Have I eaten today?
I must have eaten.
You forget, and I have no time.
Here.
- You're welcome.
- Who's that?
Must be the intern.
Sonia Alonzo's witness.
I called him in.
No, don't move. I'll go.
- Here, finish it.
- I'm not hungry enough.
How typical.
He isn't interested in the intern.
As soon as there's a hottie,
guys lose it.
Not only with hotties.
Loosen up a bit, Karine.
Will I have to confront my boss?
Not confront.
You'll just speak as a witness.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Are you that afraid of your boss?
It's just the stomach flu.
Down on the left.
Use the women's.
Will you follow me?
Not a single insult, you hear?
- I'm the one...
- One word, you'll get a ticket.
Hey, guys.
You're a bunch of perverts.
Enough, get going.
Not a word.
Take a seat.
Take the seat in back.
Don't turn around, got it?
Well...
Tuesday 7 PM, the meeting
with clients comes to a close.
They leave.
You stay together... Mr. Legall
asks Miss Alonzo to do the
write-up.
I can't recall. That sounds right.
He gives her permission
to take the office computer home.
I don't remember.
I didn't hear. I can't recall.
Can't you try, Simon?
Can I use the bathroom, please?
Come with me.
Simon,
- bearing false witness is illegal.
- I swear, I'm not lying.
- Were you promised a job?
- I need to use the bathroom.
Go ahead.
That's not fair.
She'll be kept in custody
for the night.
- I know, but it's pointless.
- It is.
The police and the courts
must defend public order,
property, and employers, in the
end.
- That's not true.
- Better believe it.
Well,
I'll be hanging out
with dealers and whores.
- It will do me a world of good.
- I'm sure.
You'll wake up tomorrow
with some random chick.
Your point? Try it, it's relaxing.
I mean, with a guy.
Or whatever you want...
You're all on my ass today.
- Can I see you, Franck?
- On my way.
Find what you were looking for?
No "good morning"?
Yeah.
I tracked down an addict
who knows the famous Luther.
Here.
- When he's home, I'll get a call.
- You look like crap.
I abused some licit substances,
and some illicit ones.
- I haven't sobered up.
- I don't want to know.
Only the result matters.
Can you get Sonia Alonzo?
She's being released,
but is being sued for assault.
I ended up with a blonde.
- I think she was blonde...
- Enough.
- You really don't want to know.
- Hi, Sam.
I don't like you this way.
- Take a shower and shave.
- Yes, mother.
I was looking for you.
I have a surprise.
- Yes?
- Look.
Is that our battered male?
What the hell is he doing here?
He was caught attempting to open
a garage he claims belongs to him.
Isn't life grand?
Deal with it.
Yes, I'm dealing with it.
Mr. Bailly.
Do you acknowledge
breaking into a garage last night?
Yes...
No, I didn't break into it.
It belongs to me.
It's yours?
Why didn't you have the key?
I left without it. I forgot it.
Why didn't you go back home
to get the key?
It didn't cross my mind.
I was there and tried
to open it, that's it.
Listen, it was my garage,
I tell you.
I have the right
to break into my own garage.
She kicked you out, is that it?
What's this about?
What are you talking about?
- Mrs. Bailly is here.
- My wife.
Yes, she brought the papers.
Don't bother. I'll go get her.
- How is she?
- Not bad.
- Not a looker, either. Why?
- No reason.
Mrs. Bailly... Hello.
I have my husband's ID
and the title of property
for the garage.
- I'll take a look, follow me.
- No.
- Release my husband right now.
- No.
I first have to verify it.
My son was tortured in this
station. I'll press charges.
I'm surprised you haven't.
I will.
You know, the judge will ask
for information on your family.
I have nothing to hide.
Follow me.
- I can't go outside like this.
- Like what?
- Is the restroom that way?
- Yes.
Thanks.
Do you have questions
for Mrs. Bailly?
Are you Mrs. Bailly?
I'll be there in a minute.
She's coming.
Is that what you meant?
You can't go out without make-up?
I don't look good without it.
Like a nobody.
I'm ugly.
My mother always said I was.
She's right.
I don't think so.
Just look.
Now you see.
I'm unbearable.
What's wrong, Miss?
- Nothing. Get out.
- I didn't wash my...
Out.
Beautiful women...
They're worse
than ugly women, and dumb.
- Go with her, and don't hit on
her. - No, of course not.
So, I decided to let the Baillys
marinate for a while.
- You'll take over.
- Okay.
Maybe being beautiful
isn't easy after all.
It's comforting.
What are you even saying?
You're very cute.
I don't know, next to her...
- Yeah...
- I'll get to it.
So...
I have something to show you.
This is the front door
of your neighbor, Ms. Janvier.
- It has nothing to do with us.
- She's accusing you.
Her accusation
doesn't mean I'm guilty.
She's the biggest gossip
in the building.
She likely did it herself.
Listen, that woman
is completely paranoid.
We've heard from her before.
She also says
that she hears banging.
Banging.
- Do you hit your son?
- I would never hit my son.
Who hits whom?
Sam's waiting for you, it's urgent.
I'm on my way.
Can we go?
I haven't had time to deal with
you.
Think they'll crack?
It's worth a try.
Will you get going?
Were you serious?
The trash king is at it again.
Hop to it.
I'm on it.
The visual nuisance looks worse.
- Looks like a dump.
- It is a dump.
The battle is over.
It's too bad.
I wanted to see some filth fly.
So...
- He tried to hit me.
- I tried to intervene.
- This is the result.
- She trashed all of my pieces.
That pervert stole
my daughter's underwear
to make that filthy thing.
- That filth!
- I'm an artist, not a thief.
Her panties were in a trash can.
That's nonsense. You stole them.
I just bought them.
They were new, you pervert!
Pervert, pervert, pervert!
That's enough.
You're not going to start again.
This...
This is exhibit A.
- Don't touch that.
- I need it.
Should I call a police van?
Yes. Now, if I may...
So you took them
from Ms. Lefebvre's trash can.
- Is that right?
- No.
You said...
I said I found them
in a trash can,
- not which one.
- Which one?
- His.
- Are you crazy?
No, no.
You can't believe
a failed pseudo-artist.
Your fingerprints
will be found on those panties.
There's a plastic inlay,
or something like that.
We'll get prints.
I'm not a thief.
I'm not a thief.
I didn't steal them.
I didn't steal them.
It wasn't you...
Mister Collet...
- Astrid sold them to me.
- What? My daughter?
Sold them?
Sold them?
30 euros.
He's lying.
That can't be.
How could you?
- That can't be!
- Sit down.
Sit down.
Gather yourself and calm down.
Separate everyone
in different offices
out of my sight.
- Bailly?
- I'll take him your way.
- We've been here 2 hours.
- I know, Mrs. Bailly.
It was a misunderstanding.
I'm Commander Kreusky.
- We've been sent all around.
- I'm sorry. You can leave.
- What?
- You may go.
I'll keep Mr. Bailly
to fill out some forms.
Come, Mr. Bailly.
Go ahead, don't worry.
Go ahead, go ahead.
How's your son?
Fine.
He really messed up his hand.
Do you know why?
Yes, it was your fault.
I don't believe so.
I don't want to talk.
That's your right.
Mr. Bailly.
Hungry?
- No, thank you.
- Sit down.
You won't let me go.
What do you do?
I'm an engineer, unemployed
as of three months ago.
Your wife?
An administrative assistant.
She brings home the bacon.
It's temporary.
I have a good career.
I'll find work again.
At least I can...
take care of Martin.
Yes.
He needs it.
What's that scar on your hand?
I'm sure Martin
will have the same one.
One day, She stabbed me
with a fork.
We didn't agree,
over something stupid.
But she later apologized.
She doesn't always realize.
When did it start?
I don't know.
I don't know.
The situation got worse over time.
She's always been
jealous and possessive.
It was flattering at first.
Then...
- Have you ever wanted to hit her?
- Yes, I have.
Of course I have.
But if I touch her, I'll kill her.
I punch whatever is around.
- The furniture and walls.
- Or split without your keys.
Like last night.
Shouldn't you do something?
We have our hard times,
I'll give you that.
But I'm handling it.
It's under control.
I'm not so sure.
Sit down, you're wearing me out.
There you go.
I had a practice exam.
Cops came to the school.
How embarrassing.
Do you know why?
I got a message from my mother.
I know why.
Do you confirm
selling your panties?
No, I don't.
If I do, my mother will kill me.
Still...
He's just an old pervert.
He doesn't hurt anyone.
- Poor guy lives with his mother.
- He's never touched you, has he?
Are you crazy?
He's just some poor guy.
Hold him for me.
He's my Muguets witness.
- Don't touch him.
- Sorry, man.
- He's ours.
- Certainly not.
I brought him.
- He's mine.
- Thanks, lieutenant
for your valuable input,
but be nice and let us play.
Are you joking?
It's out of the question.
Where do you think you are?
Calm down.
- The Muguets case?
- Yes.
He's all yours.
Dammit.
- That's unbelievable.
- In my office.
Let's go.
What is this?
- Can you save it for my office?
- No.
Sam worked like crazy
and you pull the plug.
- I didn't, you did.
- Me?
Who invited Narcotics?
I did it to frustrate their plans.
- Were you successful?
- They've been here two days.
Two days. Give me some time.
- If you let me go, I never will.
- What do you want me to do?
Poland is chief of Narcotics.
I'm forced to.
Does that mean
anything to you?
- I'm starting to understand.
- At least you've learned one
thing.
If you don't succeed,
we'll all look ridiculous.
Are you sure you're up to it?
I can't believe it.
- I'm speechless.
- Odd.
- You agreed to have them come.
- No, I trusted you.
I'm overwhelmed.
I spend my days on crap
with half the personnel I need.
- I'm not Wonder Woman.
- I thought you were.
Shit.
Loic Vautier, concentrate
5 minutes to answer our questions.
It would be a nice change.
Luther... Luther...
Does the name ring a bell
in your little head?
I don't know
the new boss in Muguets.
Of course,
you know his lieutenants.
- We want to know who works for
him. - I don't know.
- Do you work for him?
- I don't work for anybody.
We know you were
up to something with him.
- Let's let him finish.
- I see that you're nervous.
Give me a name.
I promise you a write-up.
He won't give us anything right
now.
I can't hear you.
I was obnoxious.
I acted like a real asshole.
No.
I know what you think.
It's written on your face.
- You're not a good poker player.
- It's obvious with you.
What did you want me to do?
Forget me.
It isn't easy, Kreusky.
You're the most amazing woman
I've ever met.
Who are you kidding?
I get it, don't be mad.
I wanted to apologize
and end the guerrilla tactics.
Blackmailing a prostitute,
emailing Mercier, and trapping Sam.
Enough already.
I want to apologize, not be
flogged.
Let's forget about it.
You smoke too much.
I know.
- Shall we go?
- No, finish it.
Belkacem's on it.
This is for you.
Birahim El Hadji...
He works for Luther.
And... and?
I'll tell you after.
You got 3 minutes.
Do you realize?
What's gotten into you?
Will you tell me?
What were you thinking?
Is there something you need?
You always get whatever you want.
How could you?
I don't. I get whatever you want.
That's not the same thing.
I did it to buy the things I
wanted, not what you wanted.
You're always on me.
You smother and crush me,
do you get that? Let me live!
I never hit you,
even when you were little.
- But...
- It's never too late.
Shit.
Can't you be careful?
Stay here, don't move.
I thought the men's room was fixed.
- It's cleaner here.
- Yeah, sure.
Let me help you.
- No, it's fine.
- Hold on.
Karine?
What are you doing, Karine?
Don't tell anyone.
I need someone! Hurry, someone!
I'm losing him. Call an ambulance.
There's a pulse.
There was an overdose
in the police station.
- Where were you?
- The WC.
Shit, shit, shit!
Dammit.
I never want to see you here again.
Your methods are a disgrace.
You're lucky he's alive.
I imagine we'll be disciplined?
Is that what worries you?
I didn't make any calls.
I hope I don't regret it.
In any case,
forget what happened with Coralie.
Forget Sam, forget us all.
Is that clear?
And where were you?
Couldn't you keep an eye on them?
It was the run around.
And hat isn't all I got.
I was also getting...
I get it.
At least we got rid of them.
Bad guys are resourceful.
- What are we celebrating?
- Poland leaving.
Our worries are over.
I'll be able to marry Coralie.
- You can't marry a whore.
- She's always so uptight, right?
- Here you go, good.
- Just a drop.
There's a problem.
When I went back to the apartment,
it got out of control.
I called my mother so she would
pick up Martin from school.
I packed some of his things
and some of my own...
I told her.
It was over, I wouldn't come back.
And I'd press charges.
She understood that I was serious.
She understood.
When I was at the door...
...she jumped.
We got involved.
It wasn't our business.
Involved in a couple's privacy.
We shouldn't have.
I know.
SUBTITLES: RED BEE MEDIA FRANCE
- There's room.
- You're as thin as ever.
- Go to hell.
- Sleep well?
- I dreamed about you.
I need coffee.
You called us.
I can't run things
and do the Muguets case.
- We were on it.
- You wish.
- Believe what you want.
- I want some coffee.
- Hello.
- Hello.
PRIVACY
- Where can we set up?
- Wherever.
There are the Narc cowboys.
Speaking of cowboys,
the bulletproof vests came in.
We've been waiting for 10 years.
What do you need them for?
A fashion show.
How are you?
Ladies...
Any damn privacy
in this damn station?
Two "damns" in one sentence.
You're good. Excuse me.
You're just arriving?
Your boyfriend makes you late.
- Did you see the time?
- You're not the boss.
I'm lieutenant, you're not.
What were you doing?
Getting laid. That's what.
You should too,
you'd be less annoying.
Wait for your turn.
- Lt. Belkacem, I'm with Narcotics.
- I know who you are.
What are you doing?
The bakery on Desnouettes Street.
- Take Manon.
- No.
What is with you chicks?
They have their period.
What tact, Lt. Belkacem.
Will you go already?
- Will you hurry up?
- Yes, lieutenant.
You took your sweet time. Come see.
I put him in the back.
That's him.
Are you crazy?
You can't tie up a kid.
I did what I could.
He's a real wild one.
- Did you see?
- What did he steal? Candy?
- What's your name?
- He didn't take anything.
- He came in to screw around.
- That's nonsense.
- Tell me your name.
- It's Martin Bailly. He lives...
Don't untie him, you...
I told you so!
Who will pay for the damages?
Stupid cops.
POLICE REPORT
Did he kill someone?
- Did he hit anyone?
- Not really.
Take the cuffs off now.
- He's...
- Immediately.
And she says she hates kids.
- Sit.
- I don't need your help.
A lieutenant
can handle things alone.
- Would you have caught him, too?
- That's enough.
What happened?
Why did you get into trouble?
What did the baker do to you?
- Did he hit you?
- I would never have let him.
Good, but why raise hell?
You risk looking like
a trouble-maker.
Juvenile Court.
Your father will be in trouble.
Tell us what happened.
- I want to leave.
- That's impossible.
Will you cut it out?
Now be good and stay put.
Unbelievable.
Where were we?
Shit!
- What is it?
- The pharmacy!
Call an ambulance.
His father's on his way.
A Mr. Bailly.
Shit.
- Cliquot.
- What?
A shitstorm. His father's coming.
Hold him back 5 minutes.
- What is it?
- 5 minutes. His name's Bailly.
Actually, a Mr. Bailly
is here for his son.
- Hello.
- Hello, Capt. Cliquot.
We need 5 minutes more.
Come with me.
- What did my son do?
- Nothing serious.
- This way.
- Why is he at the station?
Come with me, I need
your personal information...
- Dad!
- Martin...
What happened, pumpkin?
What happened to you?
- What did you do?
- He stabbed himself with a pencil.
With a pencil...
- I'm going to press charges.
- If he needs medical care...
- I have a car.
- No.
You'll hear from me.
- Mr. Bailly...
- Don't touch me.
- Is that kid nuts?
- I don't know.
- Did you see his father's face?
- I said wait.
- It doesn't stop.
- I'll go.
Listen, I'm Ms. Lefebvre.
This man is my neighbor.
We want to file a complaint.
I'm a friend
of Capt. Antoine's in Nantes.
He told me to go to my station.
- What's the problem?
- Visual nuisance.
Visual nuisance?
Take a look at this...
Our neighbor,
a so-called artist,
digs through our trash for this.
- What is it?
- It's art... sculptures.
Capt. Antoine
said I could come by.
Alright, alright, alright.
Come with me.
Wait here, Mr. Collet.
Thank you.
Make yourself comfortable.
- So...
- Can I have a minute?
That's impossible.
I won't wait another three hours.
One minute.
Please! I will complain!
I'm going to complain...
- What's with that lady?
- Visual nuisance.
The Baillys
have already had problems.
The neighbor filed a report.
Late night disturbances,
insults, etc.
How is the father?
I hardly got a look at him.
- His face is messed up.
- His son hits him?
It's possible.
We need info,
if the father presses charges...
Get out of here already!
That's impossible, it's the middle
of the day. I'll go.
Are you kidding me, or what?
I don't care. This is my desk.
Take your shit and go.
This isn't a playground.
You told us to set up.
We're setting up.
Not on my desk, dammit!
Where are my files?
How old are you guys?
Take the desk in the back.
Hold on.
- Is this Boukrissi?
- Yes, he's the dealer I caught.
He leaves the hospital tomorrow.
We'll ask him some questions.
No.
You will do it here, with Sam.
- Okay.
- So you've gotten nowhere.
The new boss in Muguets is a
Zairian with a record, named
Luther.
- See, we're professionals.
- In the back.
Boukrissi won't know much.
What's your plan?
We'll see.
He got caught, he's screwed.
He might be open
to making concessions.
They always know something,
or a little bit.
I don't want any heroin
trafficking. I don't care about
weed.
Trust us.
Wait.
Can't we celebrate
working together?
Heroin doesn't put me in the mood.
Don't act so uptight.
Let's have dinner together.
- Tonight?
- What?
You called me.
And you thought...
No, you didn't think...
- You think...
- You don't know what you want.
I want to shoot you
in the stomach right now.
Shit.
Ours our clogged, I swear.
I've had it.
I know, no place feels like home.
Was a mistake to have called
the Narcotics Bureau?
- Yes, it was my mistake.
- That's true.
I should have stopped you.
Things with Poland aren't clear.
- What's the story?
- I won't tell you my life story.
- Keep an eye on them.
- I'd like to know how...
I'd like to know, too.
I'm not through with the Baillys.
I called the neighbor, Ms. Janvier.
Isn't that what you wanted?
- Yes.
- She'll be in tomorrow morning.
You do good work, Karine.
Only after that jerk shows up
do I see that we're a good team.
Well, I'll let you
handle the Baillys.
Let me know.
Ms. Janvier?
Yes, that's me.
- Hello.
- What's going on here?
What are you doing, sir?
Stop it right now. Dumping trash
at the police station is illegal.
This isn't trash.
This is the waste
of our society of consumption.
I'm making it beautiful.
It's the very privacy
of our poor humanity on display.
- It's art, sir, art.
- I will write you a ticket, sir.
How is art a crime?
- Our society is sinking...
- Calm down.
...into disgrace and terror.
I'm the first in a long list to
come
so be careful, all of you!
All of you!
- Calm down, sir.
- What the hell is this?
- Listen!
- Drop that!
Clear that up!
Get him inside the station!
Here!
That's the usefulness of art,
to provoke a reaction.
In such moments
one feels useful.
- Are you alright?
- Leave me alone.
Get a life
and forget about me.
Is she pregnant?
She is. She isn't showing,
but she's pregnant.
- You don't look well...
- Follow me, Ms. Janvier.
I hear a ton at the Baillys'.
You would think...
the walls are made of paper.
That woman never stops shouting.
She's nasty, really nasty.
You wouldn't think so, but I swear.
- Mrs. Bailly?
- Yes, Mrs. Bailly.
He's a nice guy,
but a bit of a coward in my
opinion.
You know, men...
- But her...
- And their son, Martin?
Turning out badly.
He was so cute when he was little.
He would always say hello to me.
But now, he won't even look at me.
- What do you hear, exactly?
- Banging.
- Banging?
- Yes, banging.
- What kind of banging?
- I don't live in the apartment.
I hear noises,
falling furniture, banging.
In my opinion, she beats him.
I have a file on battered men.
I have a file. I'll find it.
From memory, 1 to 1.5 percent
of men are abused.
Here it is.
No, that's not it.
It happens in every class,
as with women,
only it never gets reported.
No, that's not it.
Here.
Have a look,
it will give you an idea.
But what do I do?
In any case, call them in.
The baker is pressing charges.
He withdrew them.
He wanted to leave the kid alone.
I don't know. Figure it out.
Check to see if the neighbor
isn't crazy and if it's true.
Yes?
A boss was assaulted
by a female employee.
- Female?
- Yes, female.
Anyone interested?
- Will you move it?
- You're right.
We have time.
There's no harm in letting
a boss get it. What's your thing?
- So...
- Out!
The door.
Hurry, it's this way...
The first one.
- How many?
- Two.
Hang on, Mr. Legall,
the police are here!
Will you shut up?
Are you nuts?
Who's the idiot who called the
cops?
Good thing you're here.
This can be explained.
Don't listen, she's crazy.
- She locked me up and assaulted
me. - He fired me.
- She stole a computer.
- I didn't steal it.
- She wanted to kill me.
- I didn't touch him.
Fascist.
And this? This?
- What's this?
- That isn't mine.
Fingerprints tell all.
- You're nuts. Let's take them.
- With pleasure.
Miss...
Come with me, sir.
Let's go.
- Hi, Sam.
- Hi.
Miss.
See, I told you.
- It's on purpose. She's...
- What?
- Say it.
- Come with me.
What? What? What? She's a lady.
- You're sick!
- This isn't over!
- No.
- Step inside.
Take a seat.
I'll be a minute.
- Do we each take one of them?
- Yes.
- Let me guess. Whom will you take?
- Let's see, I don't know...
- Angelina Jolie?
- Why not?
Business and pleasure.
You'll question her
in an unbiased manner.
You know what?
Manon's right.
I think you're getting bitter.
Well, time to get to work.
So he lent you the computer
for you to work at home
in peace, is that it?
- Yes, exactly.
- Kreusky needs you in her office.
- Probably does.
- It was to accuse me of stealing.
- That's it.
- Captain.
A mere lieutenant to untangle
such a complicated matter?
- You're right.
- I'll take her to Kreusky.
Will you listen?
I was harassed, I was fired.
You don't even care!
I lost my job.
It's a joke to you.
My apologies, Miss.
You were harassed?
Is he accusing you
because you didn't sleep with him?
That wouldn't matter,
I could defend myself.
- No, he...
- Tell me.
He thinks I'm too sexy.
I distract other employees.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Did you see my red notebook?
- No.
Are you sure? I left it...
Out, Petit.
- Enough.
- Hello.
- Please continue.
- He wanted me to dress like a nun.
I can dress however I please.
Sam, I wanted to tell you...
Out.
Unbelievable.
He began to overload
me with work,
yell at me,
and try find me at fault...
- No, that's enough.
- It's me, dammit!
Sorry.
- It was the others.
- Mr. Legall, her boss...
- He says she threatened him.
- That's not true.
Miss Alonzo.
I admit I went
to get an explanation.
What's going on?
Where are you going, Miss?
- Where?
- I'll kill him!
You'll be chopped meat.
I'll start with your balls
and make you eat them!
- He accused me of theft.
- Yes, but...
Why didn't you agree
to dress normally?
I do dress normally.
Really, I wouldn't dress like you.
Really.
What's this story
about a stolen computer?
He asked me to finish the write-up
of a meeting one evening
- and to take the computer home.
- Excuse me.
He accused me of theft
the next day.
Hello.
Finally.
Excuse me.
Yes.
Of course.
- Of course what?
- Nothing.
- Are there any witnesses?
- Yes.
Kreusky.
Did she cause the stir?
He was there when it happened.
Come here.
What's with Muguets?
You were working with Poland.
If we want to. Why?
Driss Boukrissi
is being interrogated by Narcotics
- in Nantes.
- That bastard.
Can you explain?
The deal was to interrogate
Boukrissi here.
His answering machine.
Poland, call me back.
I get why Sonia wants
to feed her boss his balls.
Is Sonia the girl?
I mean the pretty girl?
What's her deal?
Her boss wanted to screw her,
but didn't dare.
He made her life hell.
All men are idiots.
Do you think so?
Sometimes I do.
Poland's a real idiot.
I'll deal with him.
Where are you going?
Sam!
Yes, I'm here.
Where are you on the Muguets case?
Actually, I have some big shot
who isn't too happy
to be replaced.
I'll know tomorrow.
- Hurry. I'm going to kill Poland.
- Invite me. What's up?
He's interrogating Driss Boukrissi.
- Are you kidding?
- No, I'm not.
Dammit. Dammit!
Let's move quickly.
I'll contact my informant.
Sorry, excuse me.
- You cops only screw up.
- Excuse me?
- Excuse me?
- It's nothing. I just...
Here, look.
- Are you sure it was Ms. Bailly?
- Obviously it was her.
I never should have talked to you.
I was warned.
Talking to the cops means trouble.
You told Mrs. Bailly
that I had filed a police report.
Weren't you the one?
That's what happened.
The lieutenant called them in
for another reason.
- Are you sure you kept quiet?
- You bet I'm sure.
What do you take me for?
- She...
- Nothing, Ms. Janvier.
Want to report the graffiti?
No.
Goodbye, Ma'am.
Come, Karine.
- Let's have a smoke.
- You quit.
- I did.
- I messed up with Ms. Janvier.
I was on the phone
with Mrs. Bailly.
I asked how Martin
was doing with his hand.
And...
She was nice, but wouldn't
come down to the station.
- I got mixed up.
- Yes, I know.
I had my doubts.
- I'm sorry.
- You shouldn't mess up
the same day
I say you're a good cop.
How is Martin's hand?
- I have no idea. She wouldn't say.
- Sounds like trouble.
We'll be investigated.
A kid stabbed himself
in the station.
They'll surely report it.
- Did you find your informant?
- I can't reach him.
A dealer's worse than a hot line.
Have I eaten today?
I must have eaten.
You forget, and I have no time.
Here.
- You're welcome.
- Who's that?
Must be the intern.
Sonia Alonzo's witness.
I called him in.
No, don't move. I'll go.
- Here, finish it.
- I'm not hungry enough.
How typical.
He isn't interested in the intern.
As soon as there's a hottie,
guys lose it.
Not only with hotties.
Loosen up a bit, Karine.
Will I have to confront my boss?
Not confront.
You'll just speak as a witness.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Are you that afraid of your boss?
It's just the stomach flu.
Down on the left.
Use the women's.
Will you follow me?
Not a single insult, you hear?
- I'm the one...
- One word, you'll get a ticket.
Hey, guys.
You're a bunch of perverts.
Enough, get going.
Not a word.
Take a seat.
Take the seat in back.
Don't turn around, got it?
Well...
Tuesday 7 PM, the meeting
with clients comes to a close.
They leave.
You stay together... Mr. Legall
asks Miss Alonzo to do the
write-up.
I can't recall. That sounds right.
He gives her permission
to take the office computer home.
I don't remember.
I didn't hear. I can't recall.
Can't you try, Simon?
Can I use the bathroom, please?
Come with me.
Simon,
- bearing false witness is illegal.
- I swear, I'm not lying.
- Were you promised a job?
- I need to use the bathroom.
Go ahead.
That's not fair.
She'll be kept in custody
for the night.
- I know, but it's pointless.
- It is.
The police and the courts
must defend public order,
property, and employers, in the
end.
- That's not true.
- Better believe it.
Well,
I'll be hanging out
with dealers and whores.
- It will do me a world of good.
- I'm sure.
You'll wake up tomorrow
with some random chick.
Your point? Try it, it's relaxing.
I mean, with a guy.
Or whatever you want...
You're all on my ass today.
- Can I see you, Franck?
- On my way.
Find what you were looking for?
No "good morning"?
Yeah.
I tracked down an addict
who knows the famous Luther.
Here.
- When he's home, I'll get a call.
- You look like crap.
I abused some licit substances,
and some illicit ones.
- I haven't sobered up.
- I don't want to know.
Only the result matters.
Can you get Sonia Alonzo?
She's being released,
but is being sued for assault.
I ended up with a blonde.
- I think she was blonde...
- Enough.
- You really don't want to know.
- Hi, Sam.
I don't like you this way.
- Take a shower and shave.
- Yes, mother.
I was looking for you.
I have a surprise.
- Yes?
- Look.
Is that our battered male?
What the hell is he doing here?
He was caught attempting to open
a garage he claims belongs to him.
Isn't life grand?
Deal with it.
Yes, I'm dealing with it.
Mr. Bailly.
Do you acknowledge
breaking into a garage last night?
Yes...
No, I didn't break into it.
It belongs to me.
It's yours?
Why didn't you have the key?
I left without it. I forgot it.
Why didn't you go back home
to get the key?
It didn't cross my mind.
I was there and tried
to open it, that's it.
Listen, it was my garage,
I tell you.
I have the right
to break into my own garage.
She kicked you out, is that it?
What's this about?
What are you talking about?
- Mrs. Bailly is here.
- My wife.
Yes, she brought the papers.
Don't bother. I'll go get her.
- How is she?
- Not bad.
- Not a looker, either. Why?
- No reason.
Mrs. Bailly... Hello.
I have my husband's ID
and the title of property
for the garage.
- I'll take a look, follow me.
- No.
- Release my husband right now.
- No.
I first have to verify it.
My son was tortured in this
station. I'll press charges.
I'm surprised you haven't.
I will.
You know, the judge will ask
for information on your family.
I have nothing to hide.
Follow me.
- I can't go outside like this.
- Like what?
- Is the restroom that way?
- Yes.
Thanks.
Do you have questions
for Mrs. Bailly?
Are you Mrs. Bailly?
I'll be there in a minute.
She's coming.
Is that what you meant?
You can't go out without make-up?
I don't look good without it.
Like a nobody.
I'm ugly.
My mother always said I was.
She's right.
I don't think so.
Just look.
Now you see.
I'm unbearable.
What's wrong, Miss?
- Nothing. Get out.
- I didn't wash my...
Out.
Beautiful women...
They're worse
than ugly women, and dumb.
- Go with her, and don't hit on
her. - No, of course not.
So, I decided to let the Baillys
marinate for a while.
- You'll take over.
- Okay.
Maybe being beautiful
isn't easy after all.
It's comforting.
What are you even saying?
You're very cute.
I don't know, next to her...
- Yeah...
- I'll get to it.
So...
I have something to show you.
This is the front door
of your neighbor, Ms. Janvier.
- It has nothing to do with us.
- She's accusing you.
Her accusation
doesn't mean I'm guilty.
She's the biggest gossip
in the building.
She likely did it herself.
Listen, that woman
is completely paranoid.
We've heard from her before.
She also says
that she hears banging.
Banging.
- Do you hit your son?
- I would never hit my son.
Who hits whom?
Sam's waiting for you, it's urgent.
I'm on my way.
Can we go?
I haven't had time to deal with
you.
Think they'll crack?
It's worth a try.
Will you get going?
Were you serious?
The trash king is at it again.
Hop to it.
I'm on it.
The visual nuisance looks worse.
- Looks like a dump.
- It is a dump.
The battle is over.
It's too bad.
I wanted to see some filth fly.
So...
- He tried to hit me.
- I tried to intervene.
- This is the result.
- She trashed all of my pieces.
That pervert stole
my daughter's underwear
to make that filthy thing.
- That filth!
- I'm an artist, not a thief.
Her panties were in a trash can.
That's nonsense. You stole them.
I just bought them.
They were new, you pervert!
Pervert, pervert, pervert!
That's enough.
You're not going to start again.
This...
This is exhibit A.
- Don't touch that.
- I need it.
Should I call a police van?
Yes. Now, if I may...
So you took them
from Ms. Lefebvre's trash can.
- Is that right?
- No.
You said...
I said I found them
in a trash can,
- not which one.
- Which one?
- His.
- Are you crazy?
No, no.
You can't believe
a failed pseudo-artist.
Your fingerprints
will be found on those panties.
There's a plastic inlay,
or something like that.
We'll get prints.
I'm not a thief.
I'm not a thief.
I didn't steal them.
I didn't steal them.
It wasn't you...
Mister Collet...
- Astrid sold them to me.
- What? My daughter?
Sold them?
Sold them?
30 euros.
He's lying.
That can't be.
How could you?
- That can't be!
- Sit down.
Sit down.
Gather yourself and calm down.
Separate everyone
in different offices
out of my sight.
- Bailly?
- I'll take him your way.
- We've been here 2 hours.
- I know, Mrs. Bailly.
It was a misunderstanding.
I'm Commander Kreusky.
- We've been sent all around.
- I'm sorry. You can leave.
- What?
- You may go.
I'll keep Mr. Bailly
to fill out some forms.
Come, Mr. Bailly.
Go ahead, don't worry.
Go ahead, go ahead.
How's your son?
Fine.
He really messed up his hand.
Do you know why?
Yes, it was your fault.
I don't believe so.
I don't want to talk.
That's your right.
Mr. Bailly.
Hungry?
- No, thank you.
- Sit down.
You won't let me go.
What do you do?
I'm an engineer, unemployed
as of three months ago.
Your wife?
An administrative assistant.
She brings home the bacon.
It's temporary.
I have a good career.
I'll find work again.
At least I can...
take care of Martin.
Yes.
He needs it.
What's that scar on your hand?
I'm sure Martin
will have the same one.
One day, She stabbed me
with a fork.
We didn't agree,
over something stupid.
But she later apologized.
She doesn't always realize.
When did it start?
I don't know.
I don't know.
The situation got worse over time.
She's always been
jealous and possessive.
It was flattering at first.
Then...
- Have you ever wanted to hit her?
- Yes, I have.
Of course I have.
But if I touch her, I'll kill her.
I punch whatever is around.
- The furniture and walls.
- Or split without your keys.
Like last night.
Shouldn't you do something?
We have our hard times,
I'll give you that.
But I'm handling it.
It's under control.
I'm not so sure.
Sit down, you're wearing me out.
There you go.
I had a practice exam.
Cops came to the school.
How embarrassing.
Do you know why?
I got a message from my mother.
I know why.
Do you confirm
selling your panties?
No, I don't.
If I do, my mother will kill me.
Still...
He's just an old pervert.
He doesn't hurt anyone.
- Poor guy lives with his mother.
- He's never touched you, has he?
Are you crazy?
He's just some poor guy.
Hold him for me.
He's my Muguets witness.
- Don't touch him.
- Sorry, man.
- He's ours.
- Certainly not.
I brought him.
- He's mine.
- Thanks, lieutenant
for your valuable input,
but be nice and let us play.
Are you joking?
It's out of the question.
Where do you think you are?
Calm down.
- The Muguets case?
- Yes.
He's all yours.
Dammit.
- That's unbelievable.
- In my office.
Let's go.
What is this?
- Can you save it for my office?
- No.
Sam worked like crazy
and you pull the plug.
- I didn't, you did.
- Me?
Who invited Narcotics?
I did it to frustrate their plans.
- Were you successful?
- They've been here two days.
Two days. Give me some time.
- If you let me go, I never will.
- What do you want me to do?
Poland is chief of Narcotics.
I'm forced to.
Does that mean
anything to you?
- I'm starting to understand.
- At least you've learned one
thing.
If you don't succeed,
we'll all look ridiculous.
Are you sure you're up to it?
I can't believe it.
- I'm speechless.
- Odd.
- You agreed to have them come.
- No, I trusted you.
I'm overwhelmed.
I spend my days on crap
with half the personnel I need.
- I'm not Wonder Woman.
- I thought you were.
Shit.
Loic Vautier, concentrate
5 minutes to answer our questions.
It would be a nice change.
Luther... Luther...
Does the name ring a bell
in your little head?
I don't know
the new boss in Muguets.
Of course,
you know his lieutenants.
- We want to know who works for
him. - I don't know.
- Do you work for him?
- I don't work for anybody.
We know you were
up to something with him.
- Let's let him finish.
- I see that you're nervous.
Give me a name.
I promise you a write-up.
He won't give us anything right
now.
I can't hear you.
I was obnoxious.
I acted like a real asshole.
No.
I know what you think.
It's written on your face.
- You're not a good poker player.
- It's obvious with you.
What did you want me to do?
Forget me.
It isn't easy, Kreusky.
You're the most amazing woman
I've ever met.
Who are you kidding?
I get it, don't be mad.
I wanted to apologize
and end the guerrilla tactics.
Blackmailing a prostitute,
emailing Mercier, and trapping Sam.
Enough already.
I want to apologize, not be
flogged.
Let's forget about it.
You smoke too much.
I know.
- Shall we go?
- No, finish it.
Belkacem's on it.
This is for you.
Birahim El Hadji...
He works for Luther.
And... and?
I'll tell you after.
You got 3 minutes.
Do you realize?
What's gotten into you?
Will you tell me?
What were you thinking?
Is there something you need?
You always get whatever you want.
How could you?
I don't. I get whatever you want.
That's not the same thing.
I did it to buy the things I
wanted, not what you wanted.
You're always on me.
You smother and crush me,
do you get that? Let me live!
I never hit you,
even when you were little.
- But...
- It's never too late.
Shit.
Can't you be careful?
Stay here, don't move.
I thought the men's room was fixed.
- It's cleaner here.
- Yeah, sure.
Let me help you.
- No, it's fine.
- Hold on.
Karine?
What are you doing, Karine?
Don't tell anyone.
I need someone! Hurry, someone!
I'm losing him. Call an ambulance.
There's a pulse.
There was an overdose
in the police station.
- Where were you?
- The WC.
Shit, shit, shit!
Dammit.
I never want to see you here again.
Your methods are a disgrace.
You're lucky he's alive.
I imagine we'll be disciplined?
Is that what worries you?
I didn't make any calls.
I hope I don't regret it.
In any case,
forget what happened with Coralie.
Forget Sam, forget us all.
Is that clear?
And where were you?
Couldn't you keep an eye on them?
It was the run around.
And hat isn't all I got.
I was also getting...
I get it.
At least we got rid of them.
Bad guys are resourceful.
- What are we celebrating?
- Poland leaving.
Our worries are over.
I'll be able to marry Coralie.
- You can't marry a whore.
- She's always so uptight, right?
- Here you go, good.
- Just a drop.
There's a problem.
When I went back to the apartment,
it got out of control.
I called my mother so she would
pick up Martin from school.
I packed some of his things
and some of my own...
I told her.
It was over, I wouldn't come back.
And I'd press charges.
She understood that I was serious.
She understood.
When I was at the door...
...she jumped.
We got involved.
It wasn't our business.
Involved in a couple's privacy.
We shouldn't have.
I know.
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