Main courante (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Trahisons - full transcript
Betrayal
Let's go!
- How's it going?
- Hey little slut!
- Mummy!
- Don't cry!
- You really thought you could
trick me?
- Go! Go!
- Come on!!
- What if I killed you? Huh?
Police Reports
- Well? You didn't call.
How did it go with Inspection?
- I don't know.
- What?
- It didn't go as expected.
- Tell me!
- Don't want to. She was nice.
- No!
- Yes. That's good.
- I covered for Lt Leuron.
I didn't report him.
I didn't have enough info
to calmly judge the application.
- That's normal, Superintendent.
Your job is to maintain
a united team around you.
Do you have long-term plans
in this station?
- Transfers aren't easy to get.
Deep down, you don't really like
this police work.
- I'm starting to like it.
- You don't like the region either.
You spend your weekends in Paris.
- Weekends in Paris?
- I often go when my son isn't here.
Police Inspection knows that.
- She wanted you to react
that way. She's pressuring.
- For me to resign?
- Your transfer.
- That's not news.
- Because of me?
- No, nothing to do with it.
I wanted to join the Ministry!
- You'd get bored.
- I know. This place is a mess
but I like it.
Never thought you'd convince me.
- Yes?
- Stop answering for me!
- Sorry!
- Thank you!
- We need help, overwhelmed!
- You think it's funny?
- We have a dozen kids with parents.
Running around the station.
Police caught kids stealing phones,
ran after them, brought them back,
everyone followed.
They're everywhere!
- What's this mess?
Come here!
- Careful!
- I can't find him!
- Unbelievable!
- Look for him!
- One here!
- What's going on??
- What's this?!
- What's in front of you?
- Calm down!
- You always accuse us!
We're not thieves! You are!
You stole our kids!
- No one stole your kids.
- They kidnapped them!
We're here for them!
- I saw them rob a phone.
- Not true, ma'am.
- Which ones?
- Always the same thing!
- Okay! Check their identity.
- Vadou!
- Call your kids, we'll let you go.
Okay?
- No!
- Yes!
- Really?
- Okay!
- Search them before releasing them.
- Two of them stole phones!
- What can you do?!
- Let's not argue in public.
- I need Karine!
- Why?
- Patrol brought two teens
who were fighting.
- Go Karine.
- I know nothing of teens!
- A kid's under my desk.
- Vadou! Come here!
- See? No authority
even in Romany families.
Same kid?
- Impossible!
- So two teens.
What's up with them?
- No idea!
- Right!
Nice punch-up.
Steal each other nail's polish?
- Drop it, copper.
- No!!
- We didn't do anything!
We're friends!
- We live in the same building!
- Here.
You're Charlotte, you're Samira?
- Been friends forever.
- Cutter is for make-up?
- Just a misunderstanding.
- Whose is it?
- Samira.
- No, mine!
- Ah! How did it cut you then?
- I'm sending you to Minors Brigade.
- Come on, girls!
- Our friends got involved.
- What if I killed you?
- Let go!
- Hey! Let go!
Let go!
- Bitch!
- Bitch from the building called
the cops.
Didn't want to kill, it was just...
- For pleasure.
- Why were you fighting?
- I'm Charlotte's mum.
Look at the state you're in!
All that for a fop who loves
neither one of you.
- Is that why?
- Yes, a guy who goes out
with all the girls. All!
- He loves me!
I'm having a baby, he'll marry me.
- Bitch!
- You're pregnant?
- Yes!!
- What have I missed in your
education?
- Where you going?
- The last one.
I'm sorry.
- I'll take him. Be right back.
- Don't move!
- Are there others?
- No, tally is correct.
We'll check cupboards before
leaving. He may make a complaint
for kidnapping.
Stop!
- I don't get it!
- No need to cry.
- No.
- Don't pregnant women
have exhilarating hormones?
Calm down!
- You shouldn't do that.
- You'll hurt him!
- I hope so! Go!
- What's the problem?
- They got home and the lock
was changed.
- Did you pay rent?
- We're owners. We were
on a pilgrimage.
Our husband died...
- Go back to work.
Ladies, come with me.
Your husband died? Is he the same?
- We weren't married.
We lived together.
- All three of us.
- Let me talk. So I was saying
in perfect harmony for 32 years.
- 42.
- We're into free love, no shackles.
- We're free women.
- Yes. So your almost husband.
- You know Martial Raynaud!
- The painter.
- No, I know Fernand Reynaud.
- Art amateurs know him.
You know Chaissac's style?
- No. So your locks were changed.
- Yes, Martial died suddenly,
a heart attack. A week ago,
we scattered his ashes
at Ile Dieu.
- In the sea.
- When we came home we couldn't
open. The locks were changed.
- Were you robbed?
- No! It's all there.
- Does Martial have heirs?
- Yes. Us.
- Are you sure? House in your name?
- I told you we had to sort out.
- So it's not? Any family?
- A nephew.
- Didn't like him at all.
- Bad start.
- Could he change the locks?
- No.
- See? Arda said nonsense.
- What can I do for you?
- Make a complaint...
- Trespass, attempted break in.
- Let him do his job.
- Yes.
- Lt Laurent?
- I'll get him.
Sam!
- But...
- Are you out of your mind?
- You do it too!
- We can't both do it.
- Yes! What's up?
- Lt Laurent?
- Yes.
- For you.
- Open it!
- I've been summoned.
Still Police Inspection
and Distindo.
- A showdown with Coralie?
- Yes.
Thursday. Fuck!
- Don't worry.
- I do.
- Have you forgotten us?
- No.
- I don't want to see her,
this is pissing me off!!
Fuck!!
- Go, go!
- You asked for it.
- Terrible idea!
- What are you scared of?
You gave money?
The one you borrowed?
- Even you are doubting me!
How can Police Inspection
believe me?
What did I do to her?
Fuck! Do I need to pray?
I think...
- You just realised the extent
of your stupidity.
- You're comforting.
- You prefer lies?
- No, I'm beyond that.
I could jump off a bridge.
- You'd survive.
- Yes but not this situation.
What have I done?
Fuck!
- Sam! Samira slaughtered
Charlotte!
- The two teens?
- Yes!
- Let me know!
- Almost killed her. She's nice,
I don't understand.
- When?
- Just now.
Brought them here. I thought
they'd made up.
Then I heard screams.
- Stop!
- You little bitch!
- It was hard stopping her.
She ran off.
I'm complaining!
- Don't.
- I'm your mother! She almost
killed you!
- I'll get her.
- Is she at home?
- This whore is waiting for Jason.
She's trash.
- Don't speak like that!
- Jason's flat?
- Building B, ground floor.
- She's nuts!
- In love.
Know what that is?
- You do.
Samira.
- She always gets everything.
Always gets nice clothes.
She plays piano.
Her mother's there at night.
There's no reason.
Now Jason is banging her.
- Don't talk like that.
- She's pregnant! He's banging her.
I have nothing.
He lets me suck him.
- Not ready for Minors Brigade.
- Come, let's go.
- I didn't hurt Charlotte!
- You don't realise.
- Come on.
- Jason!
- Leave me!
- Is that how you talk to girls?
- They're after me, I don't care.
- Not enjoying it?
- They're whores, that's it.
- I can put you in jail for
exhibitionism, indecent assault.
- Who are you?
- I'm a cop!
- I've done nothing wrong.
I was with Charlotte.
- Lies!
- Before you, it was Charlotte.
Two is hard to manage.
I'm with Pamela now.
- Lies!
- Of course it's true!
- Let's go, I want to slap him!
- Jason, don't do this!
- They're united against Pamela.
Charlotte's mum withdrew
her complaint.
- She's wrong.
- Charlotte is the same.
All pretend.
- Cutter as a bonus. Violent.
- Violence is what this...
- Jason doesn't force them.
- Useless.
- You're defending him!
- Don't attack me because I'm a guy!
- What's going on?
- Pretty!
- Am I usually ugly?
- You're very pretty.
- You have make-up on.
- Evening! Still here?
You're very pretty!
- Having dinner at my parents'.
Believe what you will!
- Okay, let's go!
- I arrive, everyone leaves!
- You okay, Sam?
- You look happy.
- Some days are like that.
You have to enjoy them.
It's best.
- A special night?
- Not even! Oh hey,
Inspection for you today!
- Don't mention it!
- Okay.
- The two ladies are back.
- Hello, Manon.
- Hello.
- Which ladies?
- The purple and red ones.
- Oh no!
No, no, no!
- They want to see you.
- No!
- They're in your office.
- No, you didn't!
- Don't do this kind of thing!
Don't cry! I'm not telling you off!
- She's sad.
- Listen, Manon.
A heartache never lasts.
Believe me.
I know what I'm talking about.
Vince doesn't deserve your tears.
- That's not it. It's Karine.
She didn't come home last night.
I'm alone with a baby.
She has someone now.
What will I do? I'll have to
move out.
I'm alone.
- Two oldies are getting impatient.
- Your eyes are full of softness.
- Is that right?
She has bags under her eyes.
- Normal after an active night.
- Not cool, Manon!
- You abandoned me!
- She said what? Abandoned?
I'm not her mother!
- You are in charge of her.
It's too late. My day is ruined.
I was happy 3 minutes ago.
- Same.
- It couldn't last.
Happiness is fragile.
- May as well get it done now.
- We were vandalised! Last night,
we wanted to move a painting.
- Not move, it's a minor work.
- Shut up!
At the back was written...
I can't even say it.
- Old whores.
- Please!
- It's true!
- There was an insult.
- Oh.
- It's the one who changed
the locks.
What progress have you made?
- You didn't start?!
- Cliquot!
- Excuse me ladies.
- No!
- I'll be back.
I'll be back!
- Look.
- What's that?
- You're messy!
- It wasn't me!
- Thought so.
- Someone slept here.
- Someone went through my desk.
Chocolate is missing.
- Your bulimia isn't over?
- I like chocolate.
- A child who loves chocolate.
- He's right. A little Romany.
- He stayed all night here?
- Yes.
- Everyone on the bridge!
There's a child in the station!
Find him!
Get to it!
All of you, now!!
- Come see! Come see!
- Well, well.
- They're waiting for their friend.
- That's provocation!
Can we get them?
- Take a pill.
- I've stopped.
- You should start again!
- Are you serious?
- I need Romain to make a report.
- No, we have to find this kid!
- Manon. She can't run anyway.
- I'll manage.
- Stop crying.
- I miss Vince.
You don't know what that is.
- Enough! You're talking in a loop.
- Do you owe money?
- No.
- That's nice.
- Show the signature? Same writing!
- Can't be!
- Yes! Look. Your husband
wrote all these.
We don't care for family issues.
- The house is yours?
It's pretty.
- No, I called the notary.
There's no will.
- We'll be homeless.
- Especially at your age.
We paid for everything.
- Why do that?
Pay for a man.
- Because we loved him.
Do you know what love is?
- Yes.
- Yeah right. Martial was right.
We're two old idiots!
- What did you do before?
- I'm an art teacher.
- Part-time. I was a maths teacher.
- Let's go.
- Someone changed the locks.
Look!
I have the invoice!
Ask the locksmith.
We made a complaint. Investigate!
- Accusing someone?
- Yes. The heir, his nephew.
- The plumber.
- Look!
- Ha!
Brats!
- ... I'll take the back!
You, take the front!
- He's on the roof!
- Go!
- He'll be gone by then.
- I don't care.
Catch him!
Like a pair of pincers!
- There's a child on the roof.
Is that normal?
- No. Yes.
Did we have an appointment?
- No. A Peace Officer told me
you were here,
busy catching a little Romany.
The one on the roof?
- Yes, I'll explain.
- No need.
I have an offer for you.
- Offer?
- A decent one, don't worry.
Oh, Lieutenant!
I'll see you tonight, don't forget.
- Did you know?
- No.
- What's she doing here?
- I don't know.
- Let's see.
- Sam, stop!
- There's an opening at the Ministry
of Interior, in Human Resources.
I thought you could apply.
- It's not really my field
of expertise.
- Listen ...
- Sugar?
- Two. We're giving you
this possibility.
- Who is "we"?
- You won't stay in this station.
- Why not?
- You can't direct a station.
- I am directing it!
What are you saying?
- Nothing.
You requested a transfer.
I'm telling you it's possible.
- It doesn't involve Inspection.
- No.
I was informed by chance
and I wanted to let you know.
- My son lives here with his mother.
- Yes, of course.
- You have a son?
- Yes.
And I want to raise him.
- There are ways to manage.
Think about it.
Thank you.
- I'll walk you.
- Don't bother.
I know the way.
- What are you doing?
- And you?!
You, go work!
Not feeling well.
- I have no chocolate.
Whiskey?
- That's good.
No more medicine either.
- To that extent?
- Yes.
- Will you explain?
- I'm nearly fired.
- What? I didn't hear!
- I'm fired!
- Fired? From the police?
- The station.
- Why?!
- Can you be quiet?
I'm gay.
- Beg your pardon?
- I'm gay, homosexual, a fag.
- Wouldn't have guessed.
- You think you need to look
like a queen?
I can bang you if I want.
Oh, forgive me.
That's enough.
It's slighting.
- It's your facial expression!
Is that why you've been stressed
all this time?
We don't care about your sex life.
- Be politically correct for once.
Homophobia exists. No one wants
to see a station
directed by a fag.
No one wants to be accused of
discrimination so they arrange
for me to be put in a closet.
- You're paranoid!
- I have reason to be.
I'm sure of it.
And I don't like whiskey.
- I have nothing else.
You won't give in, will you?
- Maybe, I don't know.
I'd be in Paris.
- Is your boyfriend there?
- No, it's over. Never been lucky
in love, whether with women or men.
Do you have another possibility?
- In Loresse, it isn't very ...
- Yes, not very ...
- Well, after all, cheers.
That isn't whiskey.
- Of course it is!
- I don't know what it is
but it's disgusting.
- The kid!
He made a mess everywhere.
I'll find him!
- Someone stole it, I tell you!
- No, wait.
- My phone was stolen.
- That kid again.
- Where are you going?
- Mrs Delfaut, Charlotte's mum.
Girls are locked inside the room.
- Were you going to tell me?
- No, why? You keep your secrets.
- It's not what you think.
Oh no!!
Fire!! Everyone outside!!
Go!
Let's go!
- That little Romany is funny!
- Yes.
You think he set fire?
- No. He just rang the fire bell,
which is funny!
- Fuck!
Where's Charlotte?
- Over here!
Charlotte is screaming,
Samira is silent!
It's here!
- Do you have a screwdriver,
something to open the door?
Hurry!
- Charlotte!
- Look at me!
Charlotte.
Look at me.
Turn around.
Listen to me!
I understand. Really.
I'm in love too.
That jerk hasn't called
and we were meant to see
each other tonight. Doesn't
look good. It happens to everyone.
- I don't care!! I want him to
look after me, to be with me,
I want to make love to him.
- Jumping won't help.
If you jump, he won't even cry.
Give me your hand.
- That bitch Pamela!
She's a foreigner, a slut!
It's her fault!
- Yes, it is!
- Charlotte!
- I'm so miserable!
- She's not even pregnant!
- You'll go live with your father.
- Do that, I'll kill myself!
- Calm down!
- I want to die!
- Come with me.
- The doctor is coming.
- Good.
Don't worry, she wouldn't have
jumped.
They just want to hit,
hurt themselves.
They're miserable.
- I know. I stopped working
to look after them.
They keep messing up.
I don't know what to do.
- Best to wait.
- I'm running late.
- Yes. Let's go.
- I'll manage. I'll call her dad.
He'll be useful for once.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye ma'am.
- Thank you.
- I hurt my foot.
- You have a man?
- No.
- He'll call, you'll see.
- Yeah, right!
You're all jerks.
- Sometimes.
- Can you drop me off?
- Yes.
- Come in!
You're late!
Have a seat.
- I apologise.
- Good.
Miss Sébastian, you reported
giving money to Lt Laurent.
2,000 euros.
- Yes.
- Several times.
I have your signed statement.
- Yes.
I regularly gave him money.
- How much?
- I didn't count.
- Do you acknowledge facts?
- No.
I gave her the 2,000 euros back.
- With what money?
- My mother's. Yep.
- Does she know who
the beneficiary was?
- No.
Coralie.
Why, Coralie?
- For a kept man, you have
a big overdraft.
3,000 euros on average.
- No!
- Yes.
- That much?
- Don't move, Miss!
- Do you maintain your statement?
- No.
Can I go?
- Not yet.
I don't like your false statements.
You're lucky I haven't passed
the file on to the judge.
Sit down.
I have questions on your
relationship.
Well, Lieutenant Laurent.
- I feel stripped down.
Distindo stripped us,
didn't she?
- Um, Karine dropped me off.
Can you take me back, please?
Please, Coralie.
Please?
- Okay.
- Been waiting since last night?
- Plus, you're making fun of me!
You could've called!
- I have a mother.
- Your story concerns the station!
Mercier had to call Distindo
to find out what happened.
- Now you know.
- Where were you?
- Drunk with friends!
Don't make a scene!
It's over.
The case is closed.
I went through hell.
Coralie and I did.
- You're lucky she isn't maintaining
her statement.
I hope never to hear about it again.
- Yep.
- Honestly?
- Yes. I've learnt my lesson.
- Doubtful.
- And Mercier?
- Pressured to leave the station.
- What? Why?
- With your stupidity,
they want to change the team!
- Who's leaving?
- No one for now!
- Seriously, who's leaving?
- Mercier. Maybe.
- No way! Oh shit!
I was getting used to him!
- Not sure yet.
- Oh.
Where's the oldies' nephew?
- Toilet.
- Toilet.
- You're not well?
- No.
- He didn't call?
- You have to change your plumbing!
- We know, thank you!
- I can take a look, I'm a plumber.
- You're advertising?
- I'll give a quote then you decide.
- Okay.
- The old hippies are complaining?
- You stole the inheritance?
- I don't care about it.
Uncle Martial couldn't stand them
anymore.
- Really?
- Wow. Hmmm.
This is a disaster.
Pipes date back to the last war!
You'll likely get flooded.
- Should've drowned long ago.
- You'll get there.
No need to analyse.
Throw it all out
and redo all of it.
- You're drastic.
- No. A professional.
I'll send you a quote
within the next two hours?
- Can't you give an estimate?
- Approximately...
- Hey! Get Mercier please!
It's urgent!
- I have to think about it.
- You'll think in five minutes.
- Tell me, are you also
a locksmith?
- When necessary, yes. Is there
a link with the hippies' keys?
- You changed the locks.
- Yes, I admit.
- It was useless.
- I know.
- Coffee?
- Yes, please.
- It was to annoy them,
so they wouldn't feel at home.
- That's stupid.
- Yes. I enjoyed it.
- They can sue you.
- I imagine.
Pleasure has a price, right?
- Why did Uncle Martial stay?
If he couldn't stand them anymore.
- The soup was good.
He never made any money.
Bone-lazy.
I would have made him work.
- You want the house even though
you knew he didn't make money?
- It's in his name.
I'm his nephew. It's normal.
Family is sacred.
- What's going on?
You wanted to see me?
- This man offers to fix the toilet.
- About 3,000 euros.
- You say plumbing is urgent?!
Who do you think I am?
- We've talked of it for a while.
- Keep doing it without me.
3,000 euros? Will you put
gold pipes?
Where do you think you are?
This is an administration,
we're not Bill Gates!
I manage on a dime!
I'll stop everything in fact!
I'm leaving this station, I can't
anymore! My apologies.
My decision's made.
- Before that, how do you calm
two violent teens down?
- What?
- They fought with Pamela's friends.
Good thing Pamela wasn't there,
don't know what they would've done.
- Who's "they"?
- Pamela! Old slut!
We're waiting!
- Bitch!
- Where is she?
- Up your bum!
- I don't know what to do
with my daughter.
- Warn the Minors Brigade.
They're well-equipped.
- More destitute, yes.
What can they do?
- I don't know.
- How can we stop them?
- Other than kill the hot guy...
- This is society's fault,
making women dependent on men.
Feminism was useless.
- There's no relation to it.
You're hypocritical.
- Unbelievable!! What a bastard!!
- Explain!
- Painter bastard!!
He had a kid!!
- Everyone will forget
Martial Raynaud.
All paintings gone!
Everything will disappear!
- You know how old his son is?
18! He lied to us
for 18 years!
- He never wanted kids with me!
- He inevitably inherits!
- You should've made him work
instead of keeping him.
He took you for a ride.
They called themselves feminists.
Slaves! All you can do is cry now.
- You would've given nothing.
- Should've married.
- He didn't want to! Never!
- You asked him?
Oh shit!
- Martial?
- He looks like him!
- Stop tearing,
he has to see his father's works.
- He's handsome! Martial!
- Completely nuts!
I've always said that.
- He is handsome!
- Manon, behave!
- Not enough men. She cheated on
the guy who knocked her up.
- Shut your mouth, we're cops!
- Doesn't prevent anything.
Okay well...
- She's starting to forget Vince.
- And your guy?
- Not my guy. Just sex.
- Yeah right!
- I swear. I was just there
for sex. He talked about
his ex.
I'm just sex for guys who dumped
their exes and who go back.
I was sure he'd go back.
I don't know how to seduce.
You like blonde sluts with big boobs
and who gawk like idiots.
- That's true. Depends what for.
- I get dumped before it starts.
Am I a drag?
- No! Let's have dinner.
- You feel sorry for me?
- Your temper is as bad
as Kreusky's!
I just wanted to invite you.
- No, no! I'm not staying alone.
- Manon, you piss me off!
I'm not a baby-sitter!
I'll help you look for a flat.
- I can't live alone.
- Find a jerk.
- Girls, enough!
Truce! I'm celebrating
the end of Inspection,
I'll get some food.
Wear a skirt, your legs are ...
What? If you wear a skirt,
we can see your legs, right?
Your perfume smells good.
I'm celebrating the end of
Inspection. You coming?
- No. All this trouble
was because of you.
I'm not celebrating anything! You
put us in Inspection's cross hairs.
I won't forgive you.
- I won't insist.
- You're a pain!
- I'm not gone yet, be polite.
- You're a pain! A team is
united, we forgive,
we celebrate and cry together!
That's the way it is!
You're a pain!
- Okay!
- Another bottle?
- True, it's better,
even to celebrate a victory.
- Not a victory if you leave.
- Why do you have to leave?
- I don't understand.
- You don't have to.
- No. But I'm encouraged.
I don't belong here.
- Neither do we.
- Are you having fun?
- What you think?
- Do you take things seriously?
- No better cop than Sam.
- And Cliquot!
- Indeed, you're united.
- Yes. Ready to defend you too.
- Even without an explanation.
- There's a building on fire.
Firemen say it's serious.
- Evening. Fire started in
the lobby, that's all we know.
- Many victims?
- Two, an old couple.
They were sleeping, trapped.
They died asphyxiated.
They didn't wake.
- What's he doing here?
- Who?
- Sorry!
What are you doing here?
- I was at Pamela's.
This is Pamela.
- You live here?
- Yes.
- Parents.
Wouldn't like to be them.
- Minors Brigade will take over.
In the meantime, I'd like
an explanation. Just one.
Tell me what you wanted to do.
You didn't want to set fire
to the building, did you?
- We're never going to manage,
Kreusky.
We'll never manage to restrain
all this violence.
We're overwhelmed.
All of society will get lost
in this violence.
We'll never manage.
- No, we won't but
we're not giving up.
- She never gives up, does she?
- No, she doesn't.
You know her.
- Sometimes.
- No.
- No.
- I'm having a girl.
- You'll be fine, Manon.
- We won't give up.
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Let's go!
- How's it going?
- Hey little slut!
- Mummy!
- Don't cry!
- You really thought you could
trick me?
- Go! Go!
- Come on!!
- What if I killed you? Huh?
Police Reports
- Well? You didn't call.
How did it go with Inspection?
- I don't know.
- What?
- It didn't go as expected.
- Tell me!
- Don't want to. She was nice.
- No!
- Yes. That's good.
- I covered for Lt Leuron.
I didn't report him.
I didn't have enough info
to calmly judge the application.
- That's normal, Superintendent.
Your job is to maintain
a united team around you.
Do you have long-term plans
in this station?
- Transfers aren't easy to get.
Deep down, you don't really like
this police work.
- I'm starting to like it.
- You don't like the region either.
You spend your weekends in Paris.
- Weekends in Paris?
- I often go when my son isn't here.
Police Inspection knows that.
- She wanted you to react
that way. She's pressuring.
- For me to resign?
- Your transfer.
- That's not news.
- Because of me?
- No, nothing to do with it.
I wanted to join the Ministry!
- You'd get bored.
- I know. This place is a mess
but I like it.
Never thought you'd convince me.
- Yes?
- Stop answering for me!
- Sorry!
- Thank you!
- We need help, overwhelmed!
- You think it's funny?
- We have a dozen kids with parents.
Running around the station.
Police caught kids stealing phones,
ran after them, brought them back,
everyone followed.
They're everywhere!
- What's this mess?
Come here!
- Careful!
- I can't find him!
- Unbelievable!
- Look for him!
- One here!
- What's going on??
- What's this?!
- What's in front of you?
- Calm down!
- You always accuse us!
We're not thieves! You are!
You stole our kids!
- No one stole your kids.
- They kidnapped them!
We're here for them!
- I saw them rob a phone.
- Not true, ma'am.
- Which ones?
- Always the same thing!
- Okay! Check their identity.
- Vadou!
- Call your kids, we'll let you go.
Okay?
- No!
- Yes!
- Really?
- Okay!
- Search them before releasing them.
- Two of them stole phones!
- What can you do?!
- Let's not argue in public.
- I need Karine!
- Why?
- Patrol brought two teens
who were fighting.
- Go Karine.
- I know nothing of teens!
- A kid's under my desk.
- Vadou! Come here!
- See? No authority
even in Romany families.
Same kid?
- Impossible!
- So two teens.
What's up with them?
- No idea!
- Right!
Nice punch-up.
Steal each other nail's polish?
- Drop it, copper.
- No!!
- We didn't do anything!
We're friends!
- We live in the same building!
- Here.
You're Charlotte, you're Samira?
- Been friends forever.
- Cutter is for make-up?
- Just a misunderstanding.
- Whose is it?
- Samira.
- No, mine!
- Ah! How did it cut you then?
- I'm sending you to Minors Brigade.
- Come on, girls!
- Our friends got involved.
- What if I killed you?
- Let go!
- Hey! Let go!
Let go!
- Bitch!
- Bitch from the building called
the cops.
Didn't want to kill, it was just...
- For pleasure.
- Why were you fighting?
- I'm Charlotte's mum.
Look at the state you're in!
All that for a fop who loves
neither one of you.
- Is that why?
- Yes, a guy who goes out
with all the girls. All!
- He loves me!
I'm having a baby, he'll marry me.
- Bitch!
- You're pregnant?
- Yes!!
- What have I missed in your
education?
- Where you going?
- The last one.
I'm sorry.
- I'll take him. Be right back.
- Don't move!
- Are there others?
- No, tally is correct.
We'll check cupboards before
leaving. He may make a complaint
for kidnapping.
Stop!
- I don't get it!
- No need to cry.
- No.
- Don't pregnant women
have exhilarating hormones?
Calm down!
- You shouldn't do that.
- You'll hurt him!
- I hope so! Go!
- What's the problem?
- They got home and the lock
was changed.
- Did you pay rent?
- We're owners. We were
on a pilgrimage.
Our husband died...
- Go back to work.
Ladies, come with me.
Your husband died? Is he the same?
- We weren't married.
We lived together.
- All three of us.
- Let me talk. So I was saying
in perfect harmony for 32 years.
- 42.
- We're into free love, no shackles.
- We're free women.
- Yes. So your almost husband.
- You know Martial Raynaud!
- The painter.
- No, I know Fernand Reynaud.
- Art amateurs know him.
You know Chaissac's style?
- No. So your locks were changed.
- Yes, Martial died suddenly,
a heart attack. A week ago,
we scattered his ashes
at Ile Dieu.
- In the sea.
- When we came home we couldn't
open. The locks were changed.
- Were you robbed?
- No! It's all there.
- Does Martial have heirs?
- Yes. Us.
- Are you sure? House in your name?
- I told you we had to sort out.
- So it's not? Any family?
- A nephew.
- Didn't like him at all.
- Bad start.
- Could he change the locks?
- No.
- See? Arda said nonsense.
- What can I do for you?
- Make a complaint...
- Trespass, attempted break in.
- Let him do his job.
- Yes.
- Lt Laurent?
- I'll get him.
Sam!
- But...
- Are you out of your mind?
- You do it too!
- We can't both do it.
- Yes! What's up?
- Lt Laurent?
- Yes.
- For you.
- Open it!
- I've been summoned.
Still Police Inspection
and Distindo.
- A showdown with Coralie?
- Yes.
Thursday. Fuck!
- Don't worry.
- I do.
- Have you forgotten us?
- No.
- I don't want to see her,
this is pissing me off!!
Fuck!!
- Go, go!
- You asked for it.
- Terrible idea!
- What are you scared of?
You gave money?
The one you borrowed?
- Even you are doubting me!
How can Police Inspection
believe me?
What did I do to her?
Fuck! Do I need to pray?
I think...
- You just realised the extent
of your stupidity.
- You're comforting.
- You prefer lies?
- No, I'm beyond that.
I could jump off a bridge.
- You'd survive.
- Yes but not this situation.
What have I done?
Fuck!
- Sam! Samira slaughtered
Charlotte!
- The two teens?
- Yes!
- Let me know!
- Almost killed her. She's nice,
I don't understand.
- When?
- Just now.
Brought them here. I thought
they'd made up.
Then I heard screams.
- Stop!
- You little bitch!
- It was hard stopping her.
She ran off.
I'm complaining!
- Don't.
- I'm your mother! She almost
killed you!
- I'll get her.
- Is she at home?
- This whore is waiting for Jason.
She's trash.
- Don't speak like that!
- Jason's flat?
- Building B, ground floor.
- She's nuts!
- In love.
Know what that is?
- You do.
Samira.
- She always gets everything.
Always gets nice clothes.
She plays piano.
Her mother's there at night.
There's no reason.
Now Jason is banging her.
- Don't talk like that.
- She's pregnant! He's banging her.
I have nothing.
He lets me suck him.
- Not ready for Minors Brigade.
- Come, let's go.
- I didn't hurt Charlotte!
- You don't realise.
- Come on.
- Jason!
- Leave me!
- Is that how you talk to girls?
- They're after me, I don't care.
- Not enjoying it?
- They're whores, that's it.
- I can put you in jail for
exhibitionism, indecent assault.
- Who are you?
- I'm a cop!
- I've done nothing wrong.
I was with Charlotte.
- Lies!
- Before you, it was Charlotte.
Two is hard to manage.
I'm with Pamela now.
- Lies!
- Of course it's true!
- Let's go, I want to slap him!
- Jason, don't do this!
- They're united against Pamela.
Charlotte's mum withdrew
her complaint.
- She's wrong.
- Charlotte is the same.
All pretend.
- Cutter as a bonus. Violent.
- Violence is what this...
- Jason doesn't force them.
- Useless.
- You're defending him!
- Don't attack me because I'm a guy!
- What's going on?
- Pretty!
- Am I usually ugly?
- You're very pretty.
- You have make-up on.
- Evening! Still here?
You're very pretty!
- Having dinner at my parents'.
Believe what you will!
- Okay, let's go!
- I arrive, everyone leaves!
- You okay, Sam?
- You look happy.
- Some days are like that.
You have to enjoy them.
It's best.
- A special night?
- Not even! Oh hey,
Inspection for you today!
- Don't mention it!
- Okay.
- The two ladies are back.
- Hello, Manon.
- Hello.
- Which ladies?
- The purple and red ones.
- Oh no!
No, no, no!
- They want to see you.
- No!
- They're in your office.
- No, you didn't!
- Don't do this kind of thing!
Don't cry! I'm not telling you off!
- She's sad.
- Listen, Manon.
A heartache never lasts.
Believe me.
I know what I'm talking about.
Vince doesn't deserve your tears.
- That's not it. It's Karine.
She didn't come home last night.
I'm alone with a baby.
She has someone now.
What will I do? I'll have to
move out.
I'm alone.
- Two oldies are getting impatient.
- Your eyes are full of softness.
- Is that right?
She has bags under her eyes.
- Normal after an active night.
- Not cool, Manon!
- You abandoned me!
- She said what? Abandoned?
I'm not her mother!
- You are in charge of her.
It's too late. My day is ruined.
I was happy 3 minutes ago.
- Same.
- It couldn't last.
Happiness is fragile.
- May as well get it done now.
- We were vandalised! Last night,
we wanted to move a painting.
- Not move, it's a minor work.
- Shut up!
At the back was written...
I can't even say it.
- Old whores.
- Please!
- It's true!
- There was an insult.
- Oh.
- It's the one who changed
the locks.
What progress have you made?
- You didn't start?!
- Cliquot!
- Excuse me ladies.
- No!
- I'll be back.
I'll be back!
- Look.
- What's that?
- You're messy!
- It wasn't me!
- Thought so.
- Someone slept here.
- Someone went through my desk.
Chocolate is missing.
- Your bulimia isn't over?
- I like chocolate.
- A child who loves chocolate.
- He's right. A little Romany.
- He stayed all night here?
- Yes.
- Everyone on the bridge!
There's a child in the station!
Find him!
Get to it!
All of you, now!!
- Come see! Come see!
- Well, well.
- They're waiting for their friend.
- That's provocation!
Can we get them?
- Take a pill.
- I've stopped.
- You should start again!
- Are you serious?
- I need Romain to make a report.
- No, we have to find this kid!
- Manon. She can't run anyway.
- I'll manage.
- Stop crying.
- I miss Vince.
You don't know what that is.
- Enough! You're talking in a loop.
- Do you owe money?
- No.
- That's nice.
- Show the signature? Same writing!
- Can't be!
- Yes! Look. Your husband
wrote all these.
We don't care for family issues.
- The house is yours?
It's pretty.
- No, I called the notary.
There's no will.
- We'll be homeless.
- Especially at your age.
We paid for everything.
- Why do that?
Pay for a man.
- Because we loved him.
Do you know what love is?
- Yes.
- Yeah right. Martial was right.
We're two old idiots!
- What did you do before?
- I'm an art teacher.
- Part-time. I was a maths teacher.
- Let's go.
- Someone changed the locks.
Look!
I have the invoice!
Ask the locksmith.
We made a complaint. Investigate!
- Accusing someone?
- Yes. The heir, his nephew.
- The plumber.
- Look!
- Ha!
Brats!
- ... I'll take the back!
You, take the front!
- He's on the roof!
- Go!
- He'll be gone by then.
- I don't care.
Catch him!
Like a pair of pincers!
- There's a child on the roof.
Is that normal?
- No. Yes.
Did we have an appointment?
- No. A Peace Officer told me
you were here,
busy catching a little Romany.
The one on the roof?
- Yes, I'll explain.
- No need.
I have an offer for you.
- Offer?
- A decent one, don't worry.
Oh, Lieutenant!
I'll see you tonight, don't forget.
- Did you know?
- No.
- What's she doing here?
- I don't know.
- Let's see.
- Sam, stop!
- There's an opening at the Ministry
of Interior, in Human Resources.
I thought you could apply.
- It's not really my field
of expertise.
- Listen ...
- Sugar?
- Two. We're giving you
this possibility.
- Who is "we"?
- You won't stay in this station.
- Why not?
- You can't direct a station.
- I am directing it!
What are you saying?
- Nothing.
You requested a transfer.
I'm telling you it's possible.
- It doesn't involve Inspection.
- No.
I was informed by chance
and I wanted to let you know.
- My son lives here with his mother.
- Yes, of course.
- You have a son?
- Yes.
And I want to raise him.
- There are ways to manage.
Think about it.
Thank you.
- I'll walk you.
- Don't bother.
I know the way.
- What are you doing?
- And you?!
You, go work!
Not feeling well.
- I have no chocolate.
Whiskey?
- That's good.
No more medicine either.
- To that extent?
- Yes.
- Will you explain?
- I'm nearly fired.
- What? I didn't hear!
- I'm fired!
- Fired? From the police?
- The station.
- Why?!
- Can you be quiet?
I'm gay.
- Beg your pardon?
- I'm gay, homosexual, a fag.
- Wouldn't have guessed.
- You think you need to look
like a queen?
I can bang you if I want.
Oh, forgive me.
That's enough.
It's slighting.
- It's your facial expression!
Is that why you've been stressed
all this time?
We don't care about your sex life.
- Be politically correct for once.
Homophobia exists. No one wants
to see a station
directed by a fag.
No one wants to be accused of
discrimination so they arrange
for me to be put in a closet.
- You're paranoid!
- I have reason to be.
I'm sure of it.
And I don't like whiskey.
- I have nothing else.
You won't give in, will you?
- Maybe, I don't know.
I'd be in Paris.
- Is your boyfriend there?
- No, it's over. Never been lucky
in love, whether with women or men.
Do you have another possibility?
- In Loresse, it isn't very ...
- Yes, not very ...
- Well, after all, cheers.
That isn't whiskey.
- Of course it is!
- I don't know what it is
but it's disgusting.
- The kid!
He made a mess everywhere.
I'll find him!
- Someone stole it, I tell you!
- No, wait.
- My phone was stolen.
- That kid again.
- Where are you going?
- Mrs Delfaut, Charlotte's mum.
Girls are locked inside the room.
- Were you going to tell me?
- No, why? You keep your secrets.
- It's not what you think.
Oh no!!
Fire!! Everyone outside!!
Go!
Let's go!
- That little Romany is funny!
- Yes.
You think he set fire?
- No. He just rang the fire bell,
which is funny!
- Fuck!
Where's Charlotte?
- Over here!
Charlotte is screaming,
Samira is silent!
It's here!
- Do you have a screwdriver,
something to open the door?
Hurry!
- Charlotte!
- Look at me!
Charlotte.
Look at me.
Turn around.
Listen to me!
I understand. Really.
I'm in love too.
That jerk hasn't called
and we were meant to see
each other tonight. Doesn't
look good. It happens to everyone.
- I don't care!! I want him to
look after me, to be with me,
I want to make love to him.
- Jumping won't help.
If you jump, he won't even cry.
Give me your hand.
- That bitch Pamela!
She's a foreigner, a slut!
It's her fault!
- Yes, it is!
- Charlotte!
- I'm so miserable!
- She's not even pregnant!
- You'll go live with your father.
- Do that, I'll kill myself!
- Calm down!
- I want to die!
- Come with me.
- The doctor is coming.
- Good.
Don't worry, she wouldn't have
jumped.
They just want to hit,
hurt themselves.
They're miserable.
- I know. I stopped working
to look after them.
They keep messing up.
I don't know what to do.
- Best to wait.
- I'm running late.
- Yes. Let's go.
- I'll manage. I'll call her dad.
He'll be useful for once.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye ma'am.
- Thank you.
- I hurt my foot.
- You have a man?
- No.
- He'll call, you'll see.
- Yeah, right!
You're all jerks.
- Sometimes.
- Can you drop me off?
- Yes.
- Come in!
You're late!
Have a seat.
- I apologise.
- Good.
Miss Sébastian, you reported
giving money to Lt Laurent.
2,000 euros.
- Yes.
- Several times.
I have your signed statement.
- Yes.
I regularly gave him money.
- How much?
- I didn't count.
- Do you acknowledge facts?
- No.
I gave her the 2,000 euros back.
- With what money?
- My mother's. Yep.
- Does she know who
the beneficiary was?
- No.
Coralie.
Why, Coralie?
- For a kept man, you have
a big overdraft.
3,000 euros on average.
- No!
- Yes.
- That much?
- Don't move, Miss!
- Do you maintain your statement?
- No.
Can I go?
- Not yet.
I don't like your false statements.
You're lucky I haven't passed
the file on to the judge.
Sit down.
I have questions on your
relationship.
Well, Lieutenant Laurent.
- I feel stripped down.
Distindo stripped us,
didn't she?
- Um, Karine dropped me off.
Can you take me back, please?
Please, Coralie.
Please?
- Okay.
- Been waiting since last night?
- Plus, you're making fun of me!
You could've called!
- I have a mother.
- Your story concerns the station!
Mercier had to call Distindo
to find out what happened.
- Now you know.
- Where were you?
- Drunk with friends!
Don't make a scene!
It's over.
The case is closed.
I went through hell.
Coralie and I did.
- You're lucky she isn't maintaining
her statement.
I hope never to hear about it again.
- Yep.
- Honestly?
- Yes. I've learnt my lesson.
- Doubtful.
- And Mercier?
- Pressured to leave the station.
- What? Why?
- With your stupidity,
they want to change the team!
- Who's leaving?
- No one for now!
- Seriously, who's leaving?
- Mercier. Maybe.
- No way! Oh shit!
I was getting used to him!
- Not sure yet.
- Oh.
Where's the oldies' nephew?
- Toilet.
- Toilet.
- You're not well?
- No.
- He didn't call?
- You have to change your plumbing!
- We know, thank you!
- I can take a look, I'm a plumber.
- You're advertising?
- I'll give a quote then you decide.
- Okay.
- The old hippies are complaining?
- You stole the inheritance?
- I don't care about it.
Uncle Martial couldn't stand them
anymore.
- Really?
- Wow. Hmmm.
This is a disaster.
Pipes date back to the last war!
You'll likely get flooded.
- Should've drowned long ago.
- You'll get there.
No need to analyse.
Throw it all out
and redo all of it.
- You're drastic.
- No. A professional.
I'll send you a quote
within the next two hours?
- Can't you give an estimate?
- Approximately...
- Hey! Get Mercier please!
It's urgent!
- I have to think about it.
- You'll think in five minutes.
- Tell me, are you also
a locksmith?
- When necessary, yes. Is there
a link with the hippies' keys?
- You changed the locks.
- Yes, I admit.
- It was useless.
- I know.
- Coffee?
- Yes, please.
- It was to annoy them,
so they wouldn't feel at home.
- That's stupid.
- Yes. I enjoyed it.
- They can sue you.
- I imagine.
Pleasure has a price, right?
- Why did Uncle Martial stay?
If he couldn't stand them anymore.
- The soup was good.
He never made any money.
Bone-lazy.
I would have made him work.
- You want the house even though
you knew he didn't make money?
- It's in his name.
I'm his nephew. It's normal.
Family is sacred.
- What's going on?
You wanted to see me?
- This man offers to fix the toilet.
- About 3,000 euros.
- You say plumbing is urgent?!
Who do you think I am?
- We've talked of it for a while.
- Keep doing it without me.
3,000 euros? Will you put
gold pipes?
Where do you think you are?
This is an administration,
we're not Bill Gates!
I manage on a dime!
I'll stop everything in fact!
I'm leaving this station, I can't
anymore! My apologies.
My decision's made.
- Before that, how do you calm
two violent teens down?
- What?
- They fought with Pamela's friends.
Good thing Pamela wasn't there,
don't know what they would've done.
- Who's "they"?
- Pamela! Old slut!
We're waiting!
- Bitch!
- Where is she?
- Up your bum!
- I don't know what to do
with my daughter.
- Warn the Minors Brigade.
They're well-equipped.
- More destitute, yes.
What can they do?
- I don't know.
- How can we stop them?
- Other than kill the hot guy...
- This is society's fault,
making women dependent on men.
Feminism was useless.
- There's no relation to it.
You're hypocritical.
- Unbelievable!! What a bastard!!
- Explain!
- Painter bastard!!
He had a kid!!
- Everyone will forget
Martial Raynaud.
All paintings gone!
Everything will disappear!
- You know how old his son is?
18! He lied to us
for 18 years!
- He never wanted kids with me!
- He inevitably inherits!
- You should've made him work
instead of keeping him.
He took you for a ride.
They called themselves feminists.
Slaves! All you can do is cry now.
- You would've given nothing.
- Should've married.
- He didn't want to! Never!
- You asked him?
Oh shit!
- Martial?
- He looks like him!
- Stop tearing,
he has to see his father's works.
- He's handsome! Martial!
- Completely nuts!
I've always said that.
- He is handsome!
- Manon, behave!
- Not enough men. She cheated on
the guy who knocked her up.
- Shut your mouth, we're cops!
- Doesn't prevent anything.
Okay well...
- She's starting to forget Vince.
- And your guy?
- Not my guy. Just sex.
- Yeah right!
- I swear. I was just there
for sex. He talked about
his ex.
I'm just sex for guys who dumped
their exes and who go back.
I was sure he'd go back.
I don't know how to seduce.
You like blonde sluts with big boobs
and who gawk like idiots.
- That's true. Depends what for.
- I get dumped before it starts.
Am I a drag?
- No! Let's have dinner.
- You feel sorry for me?
- Your temper is as bad
as Kreusky's!
I just wanted to invite you.
- No, no! I'm not staying alone.
- Manon, you piss me off!
I'm not a baby-sitter!
I'll help you look for a flat.
- I can't live alone.
- Find a jerk.
- Girls, enough!
Truce! I'm celebrating
the end of Inspection,
I'll get some food.
Wear a skirt, your legs are ...
What? If you wear a skirt,
we can see your legs, right?
Your perfume smells good.
I'm celebrating the end of
Inspection. You coming?
- No. All this trouble
was because of you.
I'm not celebrating anything! You
put us in Inspection's cross hairs.
I won't forgive you.
- I won't insist.
- You're a pain!
- I'm not gone yet, be polite.
- You're a pain! A team is
united, we forgive,
we celebrate and cry together!
That's the way it is!
You're a pain!
- Okay!
- Another bottle?
- True, it's better,
even to celebrate a victory.
- Not a victory if you leave.
- Why do you have to leave?
- I don't understand.
- You don't have to.
- No. But I'm encouraged.
I don't belong here.
- Neither do we.
- Are you having fun?
- What you think?
- Do you take things seriously?
- No better cop than Sam.
- And Cliquot!
- Indeed, you're united.
- Yes. Ready to defend you too.
- Even without an explanation.
- There's a building on fire.
Firemen say it's serious.
- Evening. Fire started in
the lobby, that's all we know.
- Many victims?
- Two, an old couple.
They were sleeping, trapped.
They died asphyxiated.
They didn't wake.
- What's he doing here?
- Who?
- Sorry!
What are you doing here?
- I was at Pamela's.
This is Pamela.
- You live here?
- Yes.
- Parents.
Wouldn't like to be them.
- Minors Brigade will take over.
In the meantime, I'd like
an explanation. Just one.
Tell me what you wanted to do.
You didn't want to set fire
to the building, did you?
- We're never going to manage,
Kreusky.
We'll never manage to restrain
all this violence.
We're overwhelmed.
All of society will get lost
in this violence.
We'll never manage.
- No, we won't but
we're not giving up.
- She never gives up, does she?
- No, she doesn't.
You know her.
- Sometimes.
- No.
- No.
- I'm having a girl.
- You'll be fine, Manon.
- We won't give up.
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