The Crimson Rivers (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - Jugement Dernier: Partie 1 - full transcript
Niemans, come on!
He's going to kill me!
He's going to kill us all! Everyone!
It steals our eyes. Fuck, Niemans!
(Tone)
(Redial. Busy signal)
Fucking answer, answer.
(Niemans) Come on Marek,
want to please tell me
what this is?
It's not Marek. Who am I talking to?
Commissioner Niemans. Who're you?
Olivery,
the guard.
Marek is dead.
-What do you mean, dead?
Ivan and Marek have been murdered.
What the fuck happened?
-There's blood everywhere!
(Marek moans)
What was that ?
(Marek moaning)
Damn, shit ...
It's Marek.
He's alive. Marek's alive.
Call for help, I'm coming, OK?
Preserve the crime scene.
You hear me? Preserve the crime scene!
Fuck.
NO FAVORITES
DIAL CAMILLE
(Ringing)
What the fuck is this?
(Camille) Niemans?
Camille, it's me. I need you.
It's urgent.
LAST JUDGEMENT
Are you okay, Camille?
One of the most lost prisons in France. ????
What are we doing here?
One inmate dead, mutilated, and another
seriously injured.
We handle prison murders?
I know the victims,
two robbers that I squeezed five years ago.
Their boss, Marek, called me.
-What? He had your digits?
That's my business.
In any case, he was
bursting with fear.
He's between life and death.
His friend Ivan is already there.
Hello. Commissioner Niemans and
Lt. Delaunay are here,
(Guard on intercom)
we have an appointment with the director.
(Keypad, beep, buzzer, unlock)
Commissioner Niemans?
-Himself.
Franck Dumont, head
of security.
Ma'am.
-Lieutenant.
Follow me.
(Buzzer, unlock)
That must be the director.
I looked him up;
he's the idealistic type,
it hasn't earned him friends in
the penitentiary.
Yeah, I know the kind.
Mr. Director; Commissioner Niemans.
-Michel Levrard.
Olivery has notified me of your arrival.
You are?
-Lt. Delaunay.
Where are your prisoners?
In the courtyard. I took them out
to avoid psychosis.
News travels quickly, in prison.
I know well.
Commissioner, I do my work with respect
for detainees.
The men locked up here are still
human beings,
and I try to spare them as much
as possible.
Of course, we often face problems,
but what happened last night is
beyond comprehension.
I'll let you be the judge.
Ivan, Marek's right arm.
I only recognize him by his tattoos.
(Camille) The eyes were gouged out,
the tongue, severed.
Notches on the torso,
methodical, almost ritualized work
on the legs.
The killer is keen on staging.
"He's going to kill us all," Marek said.
(Camille) Why is this important to you?
You have a psychopath inside the walls,
as I'm sure you're aware Mr. Director.
(Levrard) Let's go talk about this
in my office.
You seem to have a
talent for this kind of crisis.
What do you advise?
Start the procedure.
We call the prosecutor, he opens
an investigation,
then a joint referral with the SRPJ.
Don't worry, we're used to it.
It's not what I imagined.
-What were you imagining?
Well...
I had thought a review less... official.
Ah, that's not possible, we must notify
our hierarchy.
Lieutenant, a prison is an equilibrium.
It is an unstable, fragile balance.
If we call the SRPJ right away, they
will arrive in force,
it will inflame feelings,
with a risk the situation will degenerate.
-It's degenerated already.
(Niemans) What do you propose?
-You start your investigation, say...
under the radar,
and we take stock in 48 hours.
-Okay by me.
I'm going to start by questioning
the guard Olivery.
This is big, Niemans.
An investigation will invitably
come back in our faces.
I know, Camille.
Levrard only wants to save his social
reintegration policy.
He might be right.
If SRPJ comes, everyone will shut
their mouths
and we'll get nothing.
Let's call the office.
This gains us some time, so we
take advantage of it, OK?
After that we follow procedure, I promise.
-Hello.
Damien Olivery.
-I was pissed off on the phone.
And I was panicked.
How did you discover them?
I was doing my rounds, the cell was open.
I don't know how Marek got in,
at night everything is closed.
Where is Marek now?
He was transported to the prison ward
of the hospital in town.
(Dumont) View of the courtyard.
We're looking for Marek's gang.
-How many are they ?
There were five.
Minus the one who got whacked,
that's four.
All from the Balkans.
I only see 3, there in the center circle.
The oldest is Vlad, in the plaid
shirt is Youri,
and the big one in blue is Davit.
Looks like movement.
(Whispering)
Now the staredown.
The Black is a dealer,
he assaulted a competitor, Marek's
men intervened:
no one's moving.
(Camille) The robbers are
the dominant ones.
They look sorry they've lost their power.
That doesn't explain such sophisticated
murders.
(Camille) I'm getting claustrophobic here.
Should I drive?
-To go where?
Well, the hospital. Marek is our only
witness, he saw the attacker.
You go alone.
-You don't want to see him?
Not right away, no. I'll take care
of his minions.
We know where Marek and Ivan are.
But I'm missing one: Luka.
Where is he ?
You don't want to talk to
the cop who put you away,
it's in your interest.
If I'm here, it's to talk about Ivan.
Whoever did that might start over.
You won't have to come and shit in
your pants for the next stiff.
(Youri) Niemans!
You crazy douche.
You trust me, or not? Marek
called this cop.
I'm listening, Youri.
Marek is like my dad, and all these
guys, my family.
If I weren't in here, I'd have punctured
you already.
But you're in here. So?
Marek and Ivan, they weren't
the first ones.
What? Luka?
He burned up in his cell one day.
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I'm here to see Marek Volsnic.
-I'm his doctor.
I'd like to question him.
-Not possible.
Thank you.
-Bye.
We've placed him in an induced coma.
Wake him up.
-No.
He lost a lot of blood, if I wake him
up too early it
could kill him, I just explained to
your colleague
What colleague?
The lady who just passed.
Excuse me. Excuse me!
Are you the police?
No. Why?
Lt. Delaunay.
The doctor said you were from the police.
I just said I was part of "the house."
Vera Leroy. I'm the prison psychologist.
Volsnic is your patient?
-Yes.
Why did he consult you?
You know I can't tell you anything. Bye.
Can I have a cigarette?
Thank you.
I'm worried about him.
Lately he's been coming to session
every day.
He was very agitated.
-Why ?
He was confused.
He said he had seen the "Eye", that
it was soon his turn,
that Azrael was going to come
and get him.
Who's Azrael?
The Angel of Death.
The prison has a library?
-Yes.
It's OK?
-Yes.
Thank you.
That's Max.
He's been incarcerated here
since it opened.
He agrees to help you.
I must leave you. Bye.
Thank you.
Hello.
-Hello.
Azrael, the angel who reaps the
souls of men,
of angels and demons,
with wings covered with tongues
and eyes.
Why?
-They represent all the things he collects,
all that remains of a man before
he dies.
Azrael pierces the head.
First man no longer moves, then he
no longer speaks,
then he closes his eyes.
Who here likes this kind of reading
about demons and beliefs?
Demons, evil, and the devil exist for
anyone in prison, madam.
What's with Marek?
In an induced coma.
I had an interesting encounter with the
prison shrink, Véra Leroy.
She was seeing Marek as a therapist.
Marek in therapy? You're kidding.
He went there every day to talk to her.
About what?
-Azrael, the angel of death
who collects souls and pulls out the
tongues and the eyes.
So the killer could think he's Azrael?
That explains the ritual.
Luka, the last of the gang, burned to
death in his cell.
Levrard hid it from us.
Shall we shake up the director?
-No, we're going to shake up the bodies.
Is this your autopsy report?
"Asphyxiation,
3rd degree burns"?
All that's missing is allergies.
Hours are noon to 2 pm. It was
a cell fire, bye.
We need an in-depth exam.
When do you want it?
-Right now, please.
What are you looking for exactly?
-Something at eye level.
Actually,
there are indeed irregularities,
a kind of break
at the level of the orbits.
An object like a lever was used
on the eye socket.
To tear his eyes out.
-Exactly. Yes.
-Azrael.
Azrael killed Luka.
The angel of death is everywhere.
He has thousands of wings.
He sees with his hands.
Why only your gang?
-You'd have to ask others.
Davit, who has reason to blame
you like that?
It's Marek fault, brought Azrael here.
How?
-Marek lost his soul. He changed.
Luka and Ivan, the two of them said it.
-What were they saying?
Pass. I don't know.
We won't get anything out of him.
(Knocking)
Yes?
Luka also had his eyes gouged out.
Like Ivan.
Why are you telling me this, it's
nothing to do with me.
Signs of eye removal were very clear
at the morgue.
If you had asked for an autopsy you
would have seen it too.
The fire was used to hide the murder.
That's not logical. Why would a murderer
use such a signature?
Plus, cameras cover the entire perimeter.
They didn't show anybody in the
corridors during the fire.
Mr. Levrard, why didn't you investigate
Luka's death?
I don't know, I didn't
think about it, OK?
We do what we can here!
There are rapes every day,
and the endless inspections are
the least of it,
there's enormous pressure on
all the prison staff.
I'm just a tiny grain of sand in the
cogs of a giant machine.
If we hadn't come, you wouldn't
have said anything?
Are you hiding other things from us?
I'm not hiding anything.
Everything escapes me,
I'm completely overwhelmed.
Please, I need your help badly.
Let's work together.
(Bell)
Good evening sir, madam.
-Good evening.
We have two rooms, under
Niemans, Delaunay.
Yes, I've been expecting you.
I put you in two rooms upstairs.
If you want to change, you're spoiled
for choice: we're empty.
Is there a bistro in town where the
prison guards end up after work?
Yes, the Sing Sing.
Yes, it's not to be missed:
there's nothing to do in the
evening here.
It's the bar in an old sports hall,
closed, like everything else.
Their jail, it killed the businesses and
made everyone leave.
If it were up to me, I'd shoot all of them.
It would cost society less, and
be more tranquil.
You're not for rehabilitation?
(He laughs)
Rehabilitate animals? Mad dogs,
we put them down.
Mmm hmm. And idiots, what do
we do with them?
Gentlemen.
I'll take the shrink.
I'll see to Damien.
(Leroy) Lieutenant.
You already need a drink
to forget ?
What are you having?
The same.
Alec, the same.
Well...
We think the killer has a friend who
opens the cell doors for him.
It explains access to Marek and
Ivan's cells.
A friend in uniform?
Who among your colleagues is close
to the prisoners?
There's trafficking: cellphones,
cigarettes, exchanging favors,
longer visiting time.
But I don't know about anything else.
-No.
Would you tell me
who is circulating in the jail,
as a favor to me?
I want to. I've only been here six months.
They don't tell me anything,
you understand?
I'm going to give you my phone number,
It's tense here tonight.
-Yes.
Thank you.
Is that your partner?
Yes,
Commissioner Niemans.
You've already heard this name?
Yes, from Marek's mouth.
Did he talk about Niemans often?
-Marek was not like the others.
Sometimes he let his guard down
and gave in.
Did you record it?
I can't let you listen.
What I can tell you is
that Marek hated Niemans.
I don't understand why Marek called him.
MAREK VOLSNIC GANG
FINALLY ARRESTED
ARREST REPORT:
MAREK VOLSNIC
FILE ACCESS DENIED
Fuck.
(Howling scream)
(Gunshot)
(Ringing)
(Ringing)
(German) Lt. Kleinert here.
"Lieutenant." That's new!
Camille Delaunay?
You recognized me.
-You're the only person
able to call after 2 years of silence
without saying Hello.
Sorry. How are you?
Don't force it. What do you want?
-Information on a 5 year old case.
What do you want the German and
French police to collaborate on?
Marek Volsnic, does that mean
anything to you?
The Bosnian robbers? Weren't they
arrested?
Yes, arrested by Niemans.
I need more information on the
night of the arrest
but the French file is locked.
Could you ask 2 or 3 questions
for me?
It's serious if you're investigating.
What's going on with your
Commissioner?
Is it OK or not?
Well, it's for you.
Thank you.
We have to go to the other side, Camille.
-The other side?
Of the bars. As close as possible to
the inmates.
Are you sure? I'm not the one who's
gonna get killed.
Exactly, I love it.
No, it's not in our agreement.
I refuse to let you go for a walk
in the courtyard or in the cells.
It's risky, and it would disturb
the peace.
I respect your philosophy, but the
killer will do it again.
We have no choice; we must go further.
Commissioner, it's your responsibility.
But you go alone: a woman inside
is unmanageable.
And you'll be under escort at
all times, okay?
Give me the rundown: who are
the big guys,
the little guys, the ones in between.
No. The director doesn't let us
access inmate files.
Regulations.
All right! You OK? He's down
for the count.
The young one there,
take him to the infirmary.
The director allows that? Huh?
That funny to you?
Who're you?
Aydin.
Did you see what happened?
Did something happen?
You and your friends move back, I don't like the pressure.
Did you see that? That's why they
call me "the Sun King."
And what's your name? We haven't
been introduced.
Niemans. Commissioner Niemans.
See this? They send us celebrities.
I love it.
"Azrael," does that mean anything to you?
Angel of Death. He's cleaning up
this prison.
You benefit directly.
The guy you beat up here
is a friend of Marek and his gang.
-Possibly.
Prison is a real battlefield,
one's enemy retreats his ground.
What the fuck happened with Aydin?
You screwed up.
I didn't do my job, I quit the fight.
You got overwhelmed.
In such cases you have to be more direct.
Make them respect you. Should I
show you how?
(Niemans) Yes, go ahead, Franck.
I'm curious to see.
That's how it is here, it's hazing.
The guy in uniform I told you about, could that be Franck?
I don't know. In any case,
it wouldn't bother him if someone is
killing inmates.
Where's his locker?
Over there.
His locker is here.
OK. See that no one comes in.
OK.
Camille, it's me. Can you check
something please?
Oh shit!
(Niemans) Thank you.
We agree that a lead supervisor
like Franck
earns around €2,000 per month?
-Mmm.
It was a lot more money in the
envelope he was carrying,
it's not his end-of-month pay.
Nor the profits of his prison drug sales.
Why not?
There's no money
circulating in jail.
Who's the Angel power player?
But it may have something to do with
the phone I found in his locker.
He would traffic outside?
Maybe, yes.
Only where do the drugs come from?
What's the connection with Azrael?
I don't know, Camille.
I don't know.
What are you eating?
-Nothing, I'm not hungry.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
See you tomorrow.
(Dreaming)
(Echoing cries)
(Yelling)
(Blows, cries)
(Blows)
...
Niemans, I need to talk to you.
Azrael is everywhere. He takes our
eyes, he sees everything!
Sorry, it has to be later.
(Olivery) It's good, it's good.
(Davit) Wait!
Where does that lead?
-To the boiler room.
(Fighting)
...
What was that?
Are you okay, Damien?
-He's going to be fine, it's nothing.
Don't worry.
He didn't miss me.
He injured my hand, but I was able
to plant one in his shoulder.
Who was it?
No one you know.
Probably an inmate, I spotted his bracelet.
A wounded convict, we'll find him.
This attack is rather good news.
Someone trying to kill you is
good news?
It means we're making progress, the
killer is panicking.
I'm panicking too! What's the next step,
I find you in the morgue?
I'm calling the office.
No. Hang up. Hang up!
You're not yourself, Niemans.
You don't even realize it.
(Attack, Davit crying out)
(Cutting, Davit screaming)
Davit wanted to talk to me, I didn't
want to listen.
It's driving me crazy. Pretty soon I'll
believe in this Azrael.
Stop it, Niemans. It's just a freak
who decided
to eliminate Marek and the others.
What do you think of the Sun King?
A strange one.
Dangerous, vicious, but super
charismatic.
The guys in his gang are ready to
give their lives for him.
And what does he want?
To be at the top of the pyramid.
The boss of everything.
(Aydin) So, Commissioner Niemans,
what can the Sun King do for you?
-You're not a sun, Aydin.
You're just a shit eater that's going
to rot in this hole.
Where were you at 10 am?
-A carpentry workshop,
paying my debt to society.
Are you sure?
-Yeah.
You don't have the right to touch me.
I know.
I don't care.
You're losing your nerve, Commissioner.
And you, where were you?
At the workshop. Why?
Does that hurt?
That hurts, eh?
What is it?
-Commissioner!
It hurts? Huh, son of a bitch?
That's enough.
You don't know what you're doing anymore!
Striking my inmates! You
crossed the line!
The inmate with the shoulder injury
assaulted us in the basement.
No, I checked the attendance register,
this man is telling the truth!
He took a hit in carpentry, working
with a chisel.
Sir, that's bullshit, and you know it!
I gave you 48 hours to find the murderer.
There we are. Tomorrow morning,
I start the procedure.
Good luck telling them about the 3 deaths
in your model prison.
Frankly, I'd call it something else.
I'm getting accustomed to not
drinking alone.
I've been working here for three years,
and I feel like the whole city
is a prison.
Inside, outside, there's no difference.
We're the same.
We don't create links anywhere,
by dint of rubbing shoulders with madmen.
They're not all crazy.
In any case, they don't deserve
being abandoned.
You're right, sorry. I'm tired.
I learned, from Davit.
The pressure is mounting among inmates.
Several spoke of Azrael in session,
all are starting to believe it.
I need to listen to the recordings
of Marek.
I must know what he told you.
I've already told you everything, the
rest doesn't concern you.
You understand ?
Are you okay, Niemans?
-I'm getting drunk, all right?
So I see. What is happening ?
Everything's fine, it's good.
-Don't take me for an asshole.
Why is Marek talking about you
to his shrink?
"His shrink."
She doesn't want to tell me more,
so you talk.
Tell me what Marek has against you,
I want to help you.
Understand: I need no one!
I'm the only one who can do this investigation.
UNDERSTAND?
Thank you.
Can I help you up?
No, it'll be fine.
(Phone vibrates)
(Phone vibrates)
Is the inspector courting you?
-No.
(Phone vibrating)
(Phone vibrating)
(Phone vibrating)
Yes ?
(Nicholas) Your boss is shit-faced.
You, on the other hand, are always
so pretty.
(Nicholas) Turn on your headlights.
How did you find me?
Are you sure you're a cop?
You traced my call.
I had to. You don't call when
you need help.
I'm lost. Lost to a point you
can't even imagine.
I'm here now.
Sleeping with a married man is not
going to help matters.
I am no longer married.
But that's not the question.
This case concerns our two services,
and I'll sleep well tonight.
(Olivery) Mario?
What the hell are you doing?
What is that?
We have to stop doing that in cars.
You think so?
Yeah. No.
I have a colleague who witnessed
Marek's arrest, but ...
But what?
What I'm going to tell you isn't confirmed.
????
The day of the arrest, Niemans was
at the robbers' place.
He called reinforcements.
How did he find the hideout?
He never said.
The raid starts, there's shooting
everywhere,
Niemans disappears
from that mess;
his colleagues gain the upper hand
and arrest half of the gang.
And Niemans?
-He stopped answering his radio.
My colleague hears yelling down
a corridor,
finds Marek on Niemans,
strangling him, telling him:
"You betrayed me!"
Wait, wait, Niemans and Marek
were accomplices?
But afterwards, someone intervenes
between the others and Marek.
Niemans, without question.
To protect the one who tried to kill him?
He was enraged.
Did he explain later?
The Grand Commissioner Niemans? No.
Marek, can you hear me?
Marek, I'm a cop.
I work with Niemans.
He came?
What do you have with him?
He's a killer.
Niemans, he's an killer.
He's going to kill me!
He's going to kill us all! Everyone!
It steals our eyes. Fuck, Niemans!
(Tone)
(Redial. Busy signal)
Fucking answer, answer.
(Niemans) Come on Marek,
want to please tell me
what this is?
It's not Marek. Who am I talking to?
Commissioner Niemans. Who're you?
Olivery,
the guard.
Marek is dead.
-What do you mean, dead?
Ivan and Marek have been murdered.
What the fuck happened?
-There's blood everywhere!
(Marek moans)
What was that ?
(Marek moaning)
Damn, shit ...
It's Marek.
He's alive. Marek's alive.
Call for help, I'm coming, OK?
Preserve the crime scene.
You hear me? Preserve the crime scene!
Fuck.
NO FAVORITES
DIAL CAMILLE
(Ringing)
What the fuck is this?
(Camille) Niemans?
Camille, it's me. I need you.
It's urgent.
LAST JUDGEMENT
Are you okay, Camille?
One of the most lost prisons in France. ????
What are we doing here?
One inmate dead, mutilated, and another
seriously injured.
We handle prison murders?
I know the victims,
two robbers that I squeezed five years ago.
Their boss, Marek, called me.
-What? He had your digits?
That's my business.
In any case, he was
bursting with fear.
He's between life and death.
His friend Ivan is already there.
Hello. Commissioner Niemans and
Lt. Delaunay are here,
(Guard on intercom)
we have an appointment with the director.
(Keypad, beep, buzzer, unlock)
Commissioner Niemans?
-Himself.
Franck Dumont, head
of security.
Ma'am.
-Lieutenant.
Follow me.
(Buzzer, unlock)
That must be the director.
I looked him up;
he's the idealistic type,
it hasn't earned him friends in
the penitentiary.
Yeah, I know the kind.
Mr. Director; Commissioner Niemans.
-Michel Levrard.
Olivery has notified me of your arrival.
You are?
-Lt. Delaunay.
Where are your prisoners?
In the courtyard. I took them out
to avoid psychosis.
News travels quickly, in prison.
I know well.
Commissioner, I do my work with respect
for detainees.
The men locked up here are still
human beings,
and I try to spare them as much
as possible.
Of course, we often face problems,
but what happened last night is
beyond comprehension.
I'll let you be the judge.
Ivan, Marek's right arm.
I only recognize him by his tattoos.
(Camille) The eyes were gouged out,
the tongue, severed.
Notches on the torso,
methodical, almost ritualized work
on the legs.
The killer is keen on staging.
"He's going to kill us all," Marek said.
(Camille) Why is this important to you?
You have a psychopath inside the walls,
as I'm sure you're aware Mr. Director.
(Levrard) Let's go talk about this
in my office.
You seem to have a
talent for this kind of crisis.
What do you advise?
Start the procedure.
We call the prosecutor, he opens
an investigation,
then a joint referral with the SRPJ.
Don't worry, we're used to it.
It's not what I imagined.
-What were you imagining?
Well...
I had thought a review less... official.
Ah, that's not possible, we must notify
our hierarchy.
Lieutenant, a prison is an equilibrium.
It is an unstable, fragile balance.
If we call the SRPJ right away, they
will arrive in force,
it will inflame feelings,
with a risk the situation will degenerate.
-It's degenerated already.
(Niemans) What do you propose?
-You start your investigation, say...
under the radar,
and we take stock in 48 hours.
-Okay by me.
I'm going to start by questioning
the guard Olivery.
This is big, Niemans.
An investigation will invitably
come back in our faces.
I know, Camille.
Levrard only wants to save his social
reintegration policy.
He might be right.
If SRPJ comes, everyone will shut
their mouths
and we'll get nothing.
Let's call the office.
This gains us some time, so we
take advantage of it, OK?
After that we follow procedure, I promise.
-Hello.
Damien Olivery.
-I was pissed off on the phone.
And I was panicked.
How did you discover them?
I was doing my rounds, the cell was open.
I don't know how Marek got in,
at night everything is closed.
Where is Marek now?
He was transported to the prison ward
of the hospital in town.
(Dumont) View of the courtyard.
We're looking for Marek's gang.
-How many are they ?
There were five.
Minus the one who got whacked,
that's four.
All from the Balkans.
I only see 3, there in the center circle.
The oldest is Vlad, in the plaid
shirt is Youri,
and the big one in blue is Davit.
Looks like movement.
(Whispering)
Now the staredown.
The Black is a dealer,
he assaulted a competitor, Marek's
men intervened:
no one's moving.
(Camille) The robbers are
the dominant ones.
They look sorry they've lost their power.
That doesn't explain such sophisticated
murders.
(Camille) I'm getting claustrophobic here.
Should I drive?
-To go where?
Well, the hospital. Marek is our only
witness, he saw the attacker.
You go alone.
-You don't want to see him?
Not right away, no. I'll take care
of his minions.
We know where Marek and Ivan are.
But I'm missing one: Luka.
Where is he ?
You don't want to talk to
the cop who put you away,
it's in your interest.
If I'm here, it's to talk about Ivan.
Whoever did that might start over.
You won't have to come and shit in
your pants for the next stiff.
(Youri) Niemans!
You crazy douche.
You trust me, or not? Marek
called this cop.
I'm listening, Youri.
Marek is like my dad, and all these
guys, my family.
If I weren't in here, I'd have punctured
you already.
But you're in here. So?
Marek and Ivan, they weren't
the first ones.
What? Luka?
He burned up in his cell one day.
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I'm here to see Marek Volsnic.
-I'm his doctor.
I'd like to question him.
-Not possible.
Thank you.
-Bye.
We've placed him in an induced coma.
Wake him up.
-No.
He lost a lot of blood, if I wake him
up too early it
could kill him, I just explained to
your colleague
What colleague?
The lady who just passed.
Excuse me. Excuse me!
Are you the police?
No. Why?
Lt. Delaunay.
The doctor said you were from the police.
I just said I was part of "the house."
Vera Leroy. I'm the prison psychologist.
Volsnic is your patient?
-Yes.
Why did he consult you?
You know I can't tell you anything. Bye.
Can I have a cigarette?
Thank you.
I'm worried about him.
Lately he's been coming to session
every day.
He was very agitated.
-Why ?
He was confused.
He said he had seen the "Eye", that
it was soon his turn,
that Azrael was going to come
and get him.
Who's Azrael?
The Angel of Death.
The prison has a library?
-Yes.
It's OK?
-Yes.
Thank you.
That's Max.
He's been incarcerated here
since it opened.
He agrees to help you.
I must leave you. Bye.
Thank you.
Hello.
-Hello.
Azrael, the angel who reaps the
souls of men,
of angels and demons,
with wings covered with tongues
and eyes.
Why?
-They represent all the things he collects,
all that remains of a man before
he dies.
Azrael pierces the head.
First man no longer moves, then he
no longer speaks,
then he closes his eyes.
Who here likes this kind of reading
about demons and beliefs?
Demons, evil, and the devil exist for
anyone in prison, madam.
What's with Marek?
In an induced coma.
I had an interesting encounter with the
prison shrink, Véra Leroy.
She was seeing Marek as a therapist.
Marek in therapy? You're kidding.
He went there every day to talk to her.
About what?
-Azrael, the angel of death
who collects souls and pulls out the
tongues and the eyes.
So the killer could think he's Azrael?
That explains the ritual.
Luka, the last of the gang, burned to
death in his cell.
Levrard hid it from us.
Shall we shake up the director?
-No, we're going to shake up the bodies.
Is this your autopsy report?
"Asphyxiation,
3rd degree burns"?
All that's missing is allergies.
Hours are noon to 2 pm. It was
a cell fire, bye.
We need an in-depth exam.
When do you want it?
-Right now, please.
What are you looking for exactly?
-Something at eye level.
Actually,
there are indeed irregularities,
a kind of break
at the level of the orbits.
An object like a lever was used
on the eye socket.
To tear his eyes out.
-Exactly. Yes.
-Azrael.
Azrael killed Luka.
The angel of death is everywhere.
He has thousands of wings.
He sees with his hands.
Why only your gang?
-You'd have to ask others.
Davit, who has reason to blame
you like that?
It's Marek fault, brought Azrael here.
How?
-Marek lost his soul. He changed.
Luka and Ivan, the two of them said it.
-What were they saying?
Pass. I don't know.
We won't get anything out of him.
(Knocking)
Yes?
Luka also had his eyes gouged out.
Like Ivan.
Why are you telling me this, it's
nothing to do with me.
Signs of eye removal were very clear
at the morgue.
If you had asked for an autopsy you
would have seen it too.
The fire was used to hide the murder.
That's not logical. Why would a murderer
use such a signature?
Plus, cameras cover the entire perimeter.
They didn't show anybody in the
corridors during the fire.
Mr. Levrard, why didn't you investigate
Luka's death?
I don't know, I didn't
think about it, OK?
We do what we can here!
There are rapes every day,
and the endless inspections are
the least of it,
there's enormous pressure on
all the prison staff.
I'm just a tiny grain of sand in the
cogs of a giant machine.
If we hadn't come, you wouldn't
have said anything?
Are you hiding other things from us?
I'm not hiding anything.
Everything escapes me,
I'm completely overwhelmed.
Please, I need your help badly.
Let's work together.
(Bell)
Good evening sir, madam.
-Good evening.
We have two rooms, under
Niemans, Delaunay.
Yes, I've been expecting you.
I put you in two rooms upstairs.
If you want to change, you're spoiled
for choice: we're empty.
Is there a bistro in town where the
prison guards end up after work?
Yes, the Sing Sing.
Yes, it's not to be missed:
there's nothing to do in the
evening here.
It's the bar in an old sports hall,
closed, like everything else.
Their jail, it killed the businesses and
made everyone leave.
If it were up to me, I'd shoot all of them.
It would cost society less, and
be more tranquil.
You're not for rehabilitation?
(He laughs)
Rehabilitate animals? Mad dogs,
we put them down.
Mmm hmm. And idiots, what do
we do with them?
Gentlemen.
I'll take the shrink.
I'll see to Damien.
(Leroy) Lieutenant.
You already need a drink
to forget ?
What are you having?
The same.
Alec, the same.
Well...
We think the killer has a friend who
opens the cell doors for him.
It explains access to Marek and
Ivan's cells.
A friend in uniform?
Who among your colleagues is close
to the prisoners?
There's trafficking: cellphones,
cigarettes, exchanging favors,
longer visiting time.
But I don't know about anything else.
-No.
Would you tell me
who is circulating in the jail,
as a favor to me?
I want to. I've only been here six months.
They don't tell me anything,
you understand?
I'm going to give you my phone number,
It's tense here tonight.
-Yes.
Thank you.
Is that your partner?
Yes,
Commissioner Niemans.
You've already heard this name?
Yes, from Marek's mouth.
Did he talk about Niemans often?
-Marek was not like the others.
Sometimes he let his guard down
and gave in.
Did you record it?
I can't let you listen.
What I can tell you is
that Marek hated Niemans.
I don't understand why Marek called him.
MAREK VOLSNIC GANG
FINALLY ARRESTED
ARREST REPORT:
MAREK VOLSNIC
FILE ACCESS DENIED
Fuck.
(Howling scream)
(Gunshot)
(Ringing)
(Ringing)
(German) Lt. Kleinert here.
"Lieutenant." That's new!
Camille Delaunay?
You recognized me.
-You're the only person
able to call after 2 years of silence
without saying Hello.
Sorry. How are you?
Don't force it. What do you want?
-Information on a 5 year old case.
What do you want the German and
French police to collaborate on?
Marek Volsnic, does that mean
anything to you?
The Bosnian robbers? Weren't they
arrested?
Yes, arrested by Niemans.
I need more information on the
night of the arrest
but the French file is locked.
Could you ask 2 or 3 questions
for me?
It's serious if you're investigating.
What's going on with your
Commissioner?
Is it OK or not?
Well, it's for you.
Thank you.
We have to go to the other side, Camille.
-The other side?
Of the bars. As close as possible to
the inmates.
Are you sure? I'm not the one who's
gonna get killed.
Exactly, I love it.
No, it's not in our agreement.
I refuse to let you go for a walk
in the courtyard or in the cells.
It's risky, and it would disturb
the peace.
I respect your philosophy, but the
killer will do it again.
We have no choice; we must go further.
Commissioner, it's your responsibility.
But you go alone: a woman inside
is unmanageable.
And you'll be under escort at
all times, okay?
Give me the rundown: who are
the big guys,
the little guys, the ones in between.
No. The director doesn't let us
access inmate files.
Regulations.
All right! You OK? He's down
for the count.
The young one there,
take him to the infirmary.
The director allows that? Huh?
That funny to you?
Who're you?
Aydin.
Did you see what happened?
Did something happen?
You and your friends move back, I don't like the pressure.
Did you see that? That's why they
call me "the Sun King."
And what's your name? We haven't
been introduced.
Niemans. Commissioner Niemans.
See this? They send us celebrities.
I love it.
"Azrael," does that mean anything to you?
Angel of Death. He's cleaning up
this prison.
You benefit directly.
The guy you beat up here
is a friend of Marek and his gang.
-Possibly.
Prison is a real battlefield,
one's enemy retreats his ground.
What the fuck happened with Aydin?
You screwed up.
I didn't do my job, I quit the fight.
You got overwhelmed.
In such cases you have to be more direct.
Make them respect you. Should I
show you how?
(Niemans) Yes, go ahead, Franck.
I'm curious to see.
That's how it is here, it's hazing.
The guy in uniform I told you about, could that be Franck?
I don't know. In any case,
it wouldn't bother him if someone is
killing inmates.
Where's his locker?
Over there.
His locker is here.
OK. See that no one comes in.
OK.
Camille, it's me. Can you check
something please?
Oh shit!
(Niemans) Thank you.
We agree that a lead supervisor
like Franck
earns around €2,000 per month?
-Mmm.
It was a lot more money in the
envelope he was carrying,
it's not his end-of-month pay.
Nor the profits of his prison drug sales.
Why not?
There's no money
circulating in jail.
Who's the Angel power player?
But it may have something to do with
the phone I found in his locker.
He would traffic outside?
Maybe, yes.
Only where do the drugs come from?
What's the connection with Azrael?
I don't know, Camille.
I don't know.
What are you eating?
-Nothing, I'm not hungry.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
See you tomorrow.
(Dreaming)
(Echoing cries)
(Yelling)
(Blows, cries)
(Blows)
...
Niemans, I need to talk to you.
Azrael is everywhere. He takes our
eyes, he sees everything!
Sorry, it has to be later.
(Olivery) It's good, it's good.
(Davit) Wait!
Where does that lead?
-To the boiler room.
(Fighting)
...
What was that?
Are you okay, Damien?
-He's going to be fine, it's nothing.
Don't worry.
He didn't miss me.
He injured my hand, but I was able
to plant one in his shoulder.
Who was it?
No one you know.
Probably an inmate, I spotted his bracelet.
A wounded convict, we'll find him.
This attack is rather good news.
Someone trying to kill you is
good news?
It means we're making progress, the
killer is panicking.
I'm panicking too! What's the next step,
I find you in the morgue?
I'm calling the office.
No. Hang up. Hang up!
You're not yourself, Niemans.
You don't even realize it.
(Attack, Davit crying out)
(Cutting, Davit screaming)
Davit wanted to talk to me, I didn't
want to listen.
It's driving me crazy. Pretty soon I'll
believe in this Azrael.
Stop it, Niemans. It's just a freak
who decided
to eliminate Marek and the others.
What do you think of the Sun King?
A strange one.
Dangerous, vicious, but super
charismatic.
The guys in his gang are ready to
give their lives for him.
And what does he want?
To be at the top of the pyramid.
The boss of everything.
(Aydin) So, Commissioner Niemans,
what can the Sun King do for you?
-You're not a sun, Aydin.
You're just a shit eater that's going
to rot in this hole.
Where were you at 10 am?
-A carpentry workshop,
paying my debt to society.
Are you sure?
-Yeah.
You don't have the right to touch me.
I know.
I don't care.
You're losing your nerve, Commissioner.
And you, where were you?
At the workshop. Why?
Does that hurt?
That hurts, eh?
What is it?
-Commissioner!
It hurts? Huh, son of a bitch?
That's enough.
You don't know what you're doing anymore!
Striking my inmates! You
crossed the line!
The inmate with the shoulder injury
assaulted us in the basement.
No, I checked the attendance register,
this man is telling the truth!
He took a hit in carpentry, working
with a chisel.
Sir, that's bullshit, and you know it!
I gave you 48 hours to find the murderer.
There we are. Tomorrow morning,
I start the procedure.
Good luck telling them about the 3 deaths
in your model prison.
Frankly, I'd call it something else.
I'm getting accustomed to not
drinking alone.
I've been working here for three years,
and I feel like the whole city
is a prison.
Inside, outside, there's no difference.
We're the same.
We don't create links anywhere,
by dint of rubbing shoulders with madmen.
They're not all crazy.
In any case, they don't deserve
being abandoned.
You're right, sorry. I'm tired.
I learned, from Davit.
The pressure is mounting among inmates.
Several spoke of Azrael in session,
all are starting to believe it.
I need to listen to the recordings
of Marek.
I must know what he told you.
I've already told you everything, the
rest doesn't concern you.
You understand ?
Are you okay, Niemans?
-I'm getting drunk, all right?
So I see. What is happening ?
Everything's fine, it's good.
-Don't take me for an asshole.
Why is Marek talking about you
to his shrink?
"His shrink."
She doesn't want to tell me more,
so you talk.
Tell me what Marek has against you,
I want to help you.
Understand: I need no one!
I'm the only one who can do this investigation.
UNDERSTAND?
Thank you.
Can I help you up?
No, it'll be fine.
(Phone vibrates)
(Phone vibrates)
Is the inspector courting you?
-No.
(Phone vibrating)
(Phone vibrating)
(Phone vibrating)
Yes ?
(Nicholas) Your boss is shit-faced.
You, on the other hand, are always
so pretty.
(Nicholas) Turn on your headlights.
How did you find me?
Are you sure you're a cop?
You traced my call.
I had to. You don't call when
you need help.
I'm lost. Lost to a point you
can't even imagine.
I'm here now.
Sleeping with a married man is not
going to help matters.
I am no longer married.
But that's not the question.
This case concerns our two services,
and I'll sleep well tonight.
(Olivery) Mario?
What the hell are you doing?
What is that?
We have to stop doing that in cars.
You think so?
Yeah. No.
I have a colleague who witnessed
Marek's arrest, but ...
But what?
What I'm going to tell you isn't confirmed.
????
The day of the arrest, Niemans was
at the robbers' place.
He called reinforcements.
How did he find the hideout?
He never said.
The raid starts, there's shooting
everywhere,
Niemans disappears
from that mess;
his colleagues gain the upper hand
and arrest half of the gang.
And Niemans?
-He stopped answering his radio.
My colleague hears yelling down
a corridor,
finds Marek on Niemans,
strangling him, telling him:
"You betrayed me!"
Wait, wait, Niemans and Marek
were accomplices?
But afterwards, someone intervenes
between the others and Marek.
Niemans, without question.
To protect the one who tried to kill him?
He was enraged.
Did he explain later?
The Grand Commissioner Niemans? No.
Marek, can you hear me?
Marek, I'm a cop.
I work with Niemans.
He came?
What do you have with him?
He's a killer.
Niemans, he's an killer.