PREVIOUSLY
He wants me to take over his group.
They’re one of the best units in Paris.
Find informers, establish leads.
- Who are you? - Someone who can help you out.
Who sells you your drugs?
He’s a customs guy at Orly.
- You speak to him? - It’s gonna take a bit longer.
He came to me with a tip-off.
Patrick sent me.
The guy who was killed in front of his son.
He was linked to the guy
at your wife’s funeral.
Éric, this is Saïd who replaced me at the BRI.
The guys we’re looking for shot a child.
I’ve got it.
- A Chechen. - He’s going in.
Badri?
He’s coming down.
Police!
Tell me what happened, from the start.
- For the third time? - Yes.
Didn’t you hear me saying stand down?
- He’s going in. - OK, stand down.
Badri, can you hear me?
No, I lost comms, so I continued the tail.
I was careful. I did nothing I don’t normally do.
When he saw me, he shot at me immediately.
Did you say “police” before or after the first gunshot?
After, I think.
What does it matter?
Come in.
Sit down.
I’m listening.
- We were following the suspect... - Aslan Makhachev, right?
Exactly.
Chechen nationality.
Residence permit expired.
Known to Intelligence after a stay in Syria. Quite a profile.
We think he was behind the shooting.
We got a tip-off, we tailed him,
Badri followed him into the building, the guy turned around
and opened fire.
Vanessa covered his escape
and intercepted him in the parking lot.
She fired at him in self-defense.
Did he shoot at you first?
He put his hand on his gun.
Will CCTV confirm that?
Yes, it’s what happened.
As I initiated the operation,
if there are any shortcomings,
I take full responsibility.
Don’t overdramatize.
The guy fired at police,
and was implicated in a shooting that left one dead and one child injured.
He was due also for deportation.
Just be available for Internal Affairs
- and a psych exam. - Fine.
Thank you.
Saïd!
Good work.
THE BRIGADE
- You see? No need to stress. - I’m not stressed.
But I don’t like botched operations.
- It wasn’t botched. - Then what was it?
Reality. I lost comms, it happens. Chasing a child killer with no plan
can soon go downhill.
Hello, Hélène.
What time?
- Vaness’, you OK? - Yes, you?
Could have been worse, we might have been shot.
Badri,
did you really lose comms?
Yes.
Well done.
That was Crime Squad.
The guy who hit Alix is Sadio Kamara,
- and it doesn’t look good. - In what way?
She says the money found at hers is from working as an escort.
She’d hardly admit to setting up her boyfriend.
What’s her link with Sadio?
He says they had a bad break-up.
I said it was too soon to arrest her.
It’s done now, so move on.
- We go after the second gunman. - Chechen angle?
Every angle.
- I’ll call the car guy. - Good.
I have to see Intelligence.
Vanessa, you come with me.
I want you all to get to know them
for when we’re working on profiles like this.
Also, if Crime Squad can’t find anything on Sadio, we keep digging.
As soon as he gets out, we tail him.
Who is Sadio’s lawyer?
- Herzog. - Herzog?
A petty criminal defended by Herzog, with what he charges?
- It makes no sense. - As I said,
there’s someone behind it.
We should check out Herzog’s clients.
- Mansouri... - Morchid.
Rhabiller, Traoré.
El-Hassani, Tomaszewski.
I reckon one of them ordered the killing.
Firstly, we can’t keep tabs on everyone.
Secondly, maybe he engaged a lawyer who wasn’t linked to him,
to cast suspicion
on his usual clients.
Once Sadio is released, we’re on him.
- OK? - OK.
Want to talk about it?
About what? It happened, we were lucky.
You’re right.
Better not to ask questions. Want to get dinner?
No, I’m going home to shower and order a burger.
Bye.
Yeah, see you.
What? I’m shaving here.
Open up.
What the hell?
Don’t talk to me like that.
- Why all the knocking? - Had dinner?
- No. - Then eat with us.
Who’s “us”?
Such a grouch.
- All right? - Yeah.
You look like a villain.
- Work’s driving me mad. - You seem vexed.
- Need help? - No, it’s fine.
Be right there.
Did you get built like that working on the roads?
Gimme a break.
Right.
Auntie, what are we having?
They never show their faces. If I did that, I’d go to jail.
I knew those two guys.
They were harmless.
Not that harmless, apparently.
What?
They must have arrested them for a reason.
Sometimes they make stuff up.
They found guns in the cellar where they were sleeping.
They’re not doing us any favors.
When kids go looking for work, they’ll ask them where they live.
Don’t make me laugh.
- OK, we’re just talking. - He’s clearly had a shit day.
Yes, I have. I’m going to bed.
Set up the bed in your room for Otmane.
- No, I’ll sleep in the lounge. - It’s OK.
He can stay here for now.
- OK. - Cool, thanks.
Give in.
Give in, then!
We’re not here to get hurt.
You’d have given in?
You’re useless on the ground.
If a guy brings you down, you’re done.
Hello?
Yeah.
What?
Fuck!
He’s nuts.
- Who? - Rayan.
The guy from 15 bis you’re trying to work with?
He took coke in an Uber and fought with the driver.
He’s in custody in the 17th.
So?
He gave the cops who arrested him my number, to come and get him.
He’s nuts.
That’s good, isn’t it?
Why would I do that for him? He’s crazy.
- You scratch his back... - No, I know the story.
- He’ll feed me some crap and vamoose. - Try.
He’ll soon be out in any case. Nothing to lose.
But you need to string him along.
Have a laugh,
if he’s in trouble, you’re there for him, you can help.
Once he thinks you’re pals,
you turn into a bastard who’ll never let him go.
Then you’ve got him.
You hungry?
No, I’m in pain.
- Want to eat? - I have a life, man.
If you don’t, too bad. See you tomorrow.
Yeah.
OK, guys.
Have a good night.
- Hey! - Motherfucker!
Hey, you could thank me.
Want me to suck your dick, too?
Let’s go to a café and talk.
Another time.
Sons of bitches!
Got 20 euros for a taxi?
- Seriously? - They fucked up my phone app.
Forget it.
You’re useless. Son of a bitch!
- Don’t! - I’m gonna take you back in.
They’ll cancel your probation and stick you in the slammer.
- OK? - OK, OK.
I need information!
- Understand? - Yes!
Here’s your 20 euros, loser!
Bastard!
I only want to hear you
answering my questions.
OK?
The guns.
Did you get them from work?
- They’re my own guns. - Really?
You bought 4 new Sigs and an MP5?
- Don’t lie to me. - They’re mine! Who are you?
I know you get drugs out for people.
Guns, too, apparently.
I want to know who.
I don’t even know his real name.
OK.
Stop!
An Arab they call Enzo.
It’s not his real name.
I’ve only seen him once.
That’s all.
How does your scam work?
Enzo tells me when something’s coming in.
I make sure it avoids the scanner.
OK. This guy Enzo.
You’re gonna call him.
Tell him it’s urgent. Shut up and listen to me.
Tell him you want to see him
about the Orly contact.
OK? When he arrives, tell him the Orly connection is blown.
That from now on, you can’t isolate the bags.
Do that and return the guns, and I’ll keep quiet.
You keep your job.
If not, you go down, and I’ll be back.
I call you, you answer.
Fucking cop!
OK?
Yes. The IA guy said it’s all fine.
The shrink asked me some questions. I’ll see her again for a psych exam.
- Great. - Yeah.
A shrink’s OK, but if you want to talk to one of us...
What are you playing at?
What do you mean?
I’m not a baker who’s blown away an intruder with a 12-gauge.
We’re trained for this.
We practice every week to be ready.
We’re chosen for the BRI because of our judgment and sang-froid.
- So stop treating me like a victim. - I’m not.
You’re implying I should feel bad.
No, I’m not.
Then why ask me if I want to talk?
These things don’t happen every day.
Would you say that if I were a guy?
I don’t know about the others.
But I would.
Fuck, Sadio, what are you doing?
How come you’re so wiped out?
I finished late yesterday.
Really?
- Got a girl? - Huh?
- A girl? - No.
Doing stuff behind our backs?
- Why do you say that? - You’re acting weird.
- Got something to say? - I told you, you’re acting weird.
I told you, I’m tired.
Like I said when you arrived, you Drugs guys are weird.
Don’t start that again!
Seriously?
- Why do you think I’m here? - No idea.
Because there were things I couldn’t do anymore.
Everyone has their problems.
Is that so?
You’re the one asking the questions, not me.
Stop implying I don’t belong here.
Fine.
- Then we can move on. - Sure.
Fuck!
About time.
You see? Stop talking crap and something happens.
Let’s go.
Easy!
So.
- Did you miss us? - How are you?
My colleague Vanessa.
Nice to meet you.
Like your new boss?
If not, I can tell you how he shamed France abroad.
Yeah, well... So,
got anything on the Chechen
or his accomplice?
Classic profile.
Aslan Makhachev.
That’s in Chechnya.
The Russians sent us it when he went to Syria.
That’s in Syria.
He mostly fought for Faylaq al-Cham,
then when that was dissolved, for Faylaq al-Rahmane.
Groups affiliated to the Free Syrian Army.
Moderate jihadists fighting Isis and Iran-backed shi’ite groups.
He was tracked on arrival in France, but he had no terrorist links.
- Any known contacts in France? - An uncle
with a laundry in Strasbourg with whom he has no contact.
Right.
- In other words, not much. - Hold on.
The last sheik he fought for recruited a lot of foreigners.
Chechens, Albanians and two Frenchmen.
One died in a raid in Idleb, the other’s still alive.
Jean Khodja.
He’s still alive?
Who is he?
An Islamic-war veteran.
Bosnia, Yemen,
- Iraq and Syria. - He came back last year.
Questioned in jail, but he’s clean.
He fought against Isis, so...
his group was financed by Qatar and the Americans.
- What’s a “moderate” Islamist? - That’s not for us to say.
- What’s he doing now? - He’s registered with the police
in Villiers where he lives with his wife and son.
Seems he’s found peace.
Send the photo to Socrate, see if his guy knows him.
How many people...
could a guy like him have killed...
in four wars?
Thanks.
Right.
CONFIDENTIAL
What did you do over there?
Depends when you mean.
When you were posted in Syria?
I can’t really talk about it.
What department were you in?
Again, I can’t really talk about it.
Earlier you said I could talk to you like one of us.
What did you mean?
You know what I meant.
I’d like to hear it from you.
I’ve killed people.
Sadio didn’t go home.
He’s staying in an apartment in Blanc Mesnil, officially empty.
It’s my car guy.
Yes, Anzor.
- It’s the guy in the photo? - Yes.
- You sure? - Yes.
Good work.
- Don’t forget me. - No, I won’t. Bye.
It’s Jean, he’s sure of it.
He and Aslan came to get the car.
So, the second shooter in the 12th
may be Jean Khodja.
He’s a tough one.
Prison in the ’90s for attempted murder.
Became a religious mercenary
in the Balkans and the Middle East.
He’s on a watch-list and signs in with police daily.
So why’s he wasting people?
- He’s a warrior. - Meaning?
He has a way of life
that’s hard to change.
I want to know everything.
When he gets up,
when he goes to bed, who he sees.
And be careful, he’s experienced.
Be discreet and be clever.
Don’t tail him alone,
and don’t hesitate to stand down, more than usual.
- Don’t take any unnecessary risks. - OK, Badri?
Can I help you?
Got a minute?
What do you want?
We’ve met.
At the cemetery.
I was having a bad day.
You’ve just arrived,
but I’ve been here 30 years.
I know the score in Paris.
Want to know the rules?
No one bothers anyone else.
This isn’t Marseille where some nut gets violent once a month.
That’s not good.
Bad for the tourist trade.
You see what I mean?
A bunch of goons who open fire in front of his son.
They’re animals, not like us.
Arabs who don’t know the rules.
What is this?
What is it?
You know who killed Sélim Khemissi?
The Hassanis. Ring any bells?
Two brothers. The elder’s in Villepinte jail.
He gives out his orders by phone.
That’s interesting.
If you have proof of what you said,
or a witness I can use, let me know.
You’re asking me for a statement?
Who do you take me for?
No one.
I’m doing my job.
Your friendship with Patrick...
doesn’t concern me.
But in my job,
we don’t trust guys like you...
who suddenly appear with the names of their competitors.
Competitors?
I take care of those. I don’t need you.
You’re in the wrong job.
- And don’t come here again. - Or else what?
You’d rather I came to your place?
See you soon.
OK.
Does my being here bother you?
No.
Why do you ask?
I don’t blame you. You’re here, then I turn up.
But it’s only while I’m broke.
You’re totally out of money?
Yeah.
How come?
I had a hard time. I paid for my guys’ lawyers and my mom’s house.
Nearly a million up in smoke.
But I’d have got double otherwise.
The guy who stole your patch,
were you really gonna kill him?
What do you think?
I was thinking clearly, forget it.
It was for the best.
You going back to your estate?
And have it kick off again? No way. They can have it all.
Drugs, money, stress, police.
Shakedowns.
So what will you do?
I’ll find something.
You mean like a job?
I dunno, something.
Remember the last time we slept here?
When your mom went back to jail.
- We played Mario Kart all night. - Yeah.
My mother’s back home, but before it was shit.
So anything’s possible.
- It’s God who decides. - Is that what you want to do?
I dunno. Maybe.
But I have to do something first.
Go to sleep. See you tomorrow.
Yeah.
He’s on the move, guys.
Socrate, I’ll follow you.
Come back!
- Is that your son with the dyed hair? - Yes.
He looks good. That’s mine, there.
He’s going back to the estate.
I’ve got him.
Dropping off his son.
I think he’s going again.
Vanessa, go.
He met 2 people today.
One at his son’s training session,
then he went running with a guy.
- Got any photos? - Yeah.
- Who is it? - Aslan.
Ring any bells?
- El-Hassani. - I knew it was one of Herzog’s.
He’s Rachid’s little brother. What’s his name?
Hamza. We arrested him with Patrick.
- International trafficking. - Right.
He’s young, but he’s smart.
My snitch says Rachid’s linked to Sélim’s killing.
But he’s in jail, so we’ll focus on Hamza.
What about surveillance?
What do we have on Sadio?
We’re tracking his scooter, nothing.
Stake out his place.
We already did.
- OK, I get it. I’m going. - Thanks, Badri.
RAYAN
Hello?
You never called.
Damn, I really did a number on your face.
You get high in a taxi, hit the driver, get arrested,
I bust you out and you waste my time.
- I was drunk. - Yeah, right.
This is Paris.
You need to watch yourself.
- What? - What?
Yesterday you beat me up, now you’re giving me advice.
You trying to pull me?
No, I’m just saying don’t fuck up your life.
Saving you from yourself.
Saving me from myself?
Are you a cop
or a shrink?
An aid worker maybe?
It’s OK, I get it.
I have to give you something.
- Yes. - Just say so.
- I’m saying so. - OK.
Does the Fontainebleau heist ring any bells?
Well, yes!
A gypsy and his cousins in Val-d’Oise are planning it
with some guys from the South.
A jewelery store in rue de la Paix.
Same gang who did the Fontainebleau auction-room heist last year.
I wanted to check with you, but I think it holds up.
Seems good.
- Shall we check it out tonight? - OK.
Were you in the group when they arrested El-Hassani?
Rachid? Yes.
I dragged him out of the car.
We set a trap on the freeway, but he tried to crash the toll.
What’s he like?
He’s a mensch.
I knocked him around, but he didn’t complain to his lawyer.
Cops and robbers, he plays by the rules.
Do you think he’s capable of taking someone out?
Everybody does it nowadays, but it’s not really his way.
He has a brain and he uses it.
He’s not the kind to come out fighting.
Right.
I think we’re in business.
He’s our man.
That means Rayan’s info is good.
Hold on, let’s follow him first.
I’m on the move.
- You alone? - Yes, I am.
So?
I’m meeting them in 2 hours in Pontault-Combault.
I can’t be late.
Calm down. Just act normal.
Give them the stuff, say it’s the last time and go on as normal.
They won’t do anything to you, OK? Where’s the gear?
Open it.
It’s all in there.
Got the guns?
I need time, I’ll take care of it.
- Remember what I said? - I’ll do it.
- I just need time. - OK.
Off you go.
And remember, I’m watching you.
Fucking bastard cop!
He’s doubling back! I’m standing down.
Julien, he’s yours.
He’s dodgy. I’m taking over.
He just entered a self-storage.
I’m parking up to see what he’s doing.
He’s coming back out.
- I’ll search the place and stake it out. - Good work.
Very good work.
Hold on.
- Yeah? - Sadio’s at home, standing down.
OK, understood.
Badri has stood down on Sadio.
I suggest we take over.
Then we can debrief on where we are.
OK, see you there.
Well?
The guy’s suspect, that’s for sure.
Taking precautions like that, he’s got to be on a job.
Fuck, I hope it’s a good one.
So do I.
Sadio needs some air.
Why’s he so agitated?
Fuck, two in a day would be great.
All right, guys?
What’s he playing at?
What are you gonna do?
Let’s go and see.
- Sadio. - Hi, how are you?
You’re late.
- It’s all there. - OK.
Police, freeze!
Julien, it’s me!
- What the fuck... - Shut up!
Fuck!
THE BRIGADE