"A WOLF RAISED BY DOGS REMAINS A WOLF."
[rain pattering]
[somber music playing]
[radio] Alpha squad arrived at the scene.
No strange activity spotted
in the area, over.
Bravo team arrived at the scene.
No strange activity
spotted in the area, over.
Alpha squad,
prepare to leave the scene, over.
- Murillo, we have to go. Come on.
- [music fades]
[all screaming]
[a*t*matic g*nf*re]
[radio chatter]
[somber music resumes]
[man cackling]
BLOOD COAS
THE CRAZIES
["T'es Fait Pour Ça"
by Jule Thorel Guillan and LYMS playing]
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
[man 1] Eh baba!
- [man 2] Yeah!
- [man 1] Pass the ball!
- [man 2] Aaah!
- [man 1] Isha!
[man 3] Hey! Where you going?
- [man 1] Hey, go deep! One, two!
- [man 3] Go!
[man 1] Hold on, check this out.
- [man 2] Give it to him!
- [man 1] Tatoo!
- Take it! Yeah!
- [man 1] Get it!
- [Tatoo] Yeah!
- [cheering]
[man 1] Throw the ball back!
[Tatoo] Thanks.
Go, go, go, go!
Whoa!
[motorcycle approaching]
They're here, I see them.
Psst.
[woman] Two sketchy guys on a bike,
about to drive past ya.
Copy that.
[unzips]
[brakes squeal]
[woman] They're at the parking lot now.
One got off,
the other's on the lookout.
He's coming in through the back.
[ship's horn blares]
[man 1] We're going in.
Handle the lookout.
Will do.
[ship's horn blares]
Why the f*ck are you countin'?
Think I'm gonna screw you over?
I ain't got all f*ckin' day.
- Peretto.
- Yeah. [chuckles]
It's pretty good, I don't think there's
Don't worry, old-timer, it's all there.
You think I'd mess this up?
You pay, I deliver. Like Uber Eats, dude.
[Peretto] You better hope
you didn't get my order wrong.
I wouldn't let it slide. Huh?
Well
- Police!
- Police!
- [man 1] Let me see your hands! Freeze!
- [man 2] Hands up!
- Hands up!
- [man 1] Hands up! Don't move!
- There you go. Turn around, come on!
- Turn around. Slowly!
- Come on, keep turning!
- Turn around.
[engine revving]
- Don't move! Don't move! Gimme your hand.
- [biker groaning]
- Turn around slowly.
- [man 2] f*ck!
- [clattering]
- Don't move! Don't move!
- [all screaming]
- [g*nsh*t]
Run!
[fires twice]
[ominous music playing]
Damn it. f*ck. [sighs]
[g*nsh*t]
Let her
[g*nf*re continues]
[girl screams] No!
Let her go! Now! Let her
[girl shrieks]
- [man 1] Hey!
- [girl screams]
Stop!
Hey!
[fires]
- [g*n clicks]
- [grunts]
- [man 1] Hey!
- [girl shrieks]
Drop your g*n! Now!
Hands behind your back!
Hands behind your back!
- Wanna play games, huh?
- Uh
- [man 1] Shut the f*ck up!
- Don't move.
[Tatoo] Lyès!
[c*ptive yelling]
Let me go!
- We're not finished here, you hear me?
- Oh
- f*ck.
- [c*ptive] Let me go!
You're gonna pay for that!
[oxygen hissing]
[radio chatter]
[engine starts]
[siren blaring]
[man 3] We kept him warm.
We sent the other one
to the station with Peretto.
[Lyès] And the dope?
It's all in here.
Some hardcore cr*ck cocaine.
Super strong stuff.
Tatoo got a sample, put it in the tester.
Almost blew it apart.
[Lyès] Why would these assholes
sell this sh*t here?
- What did they say?
- Too scared to speak.
- [Lyès] Scared of what?
- Guy who makes them work.
- Apparently, he's a complete psycho.
- We know who it is?
What are you lookin' at?
Hey, turn around! Who asked you, huh?
Who are these guys?
- Nothin' on 'em, no documents, no papers.
- How about Peretto?
You know him. He'd rather
be k*lled than be called a snitch.
[sighs] Okay, well, what else?
A burner phone and 150,000 in cash.
We found it in that assh*le's stuff.
Okay.
- Audrey, you stay with me.
- [Audrey] Okay.
[Lyès] I said turn around!
What a f*cking pain, this guy.
Arno, Tatoo, start the questioning.
Okay, back to the office.
[Arno] Okay. Let's go.
[tense music playing]
[Lyès] So
What's the password?
It's your sister's number.
[chuckles] My sister's number, huh?
That's for trying to k*ll me.
That's for the kid you sent
to the hospital. What's the password?
- What's the password?
- Listen to me.
- Not gonna tell you, you piece of sh*t!
- You're not? Really?
Really [gasps]
[screaming]
What's the code, you f*cking ass?
What's the code?
- 1-4-7-9! 1-4-7-9!
- Huh?
1-4-7-9!
1-4-7-9. Voilà.
- Why are you so worked up? 1-4-7-9.
- [beeping]
Yeah, all right. Now, what's that number?
- You called it a lot.
- I don't know.
- Huh? What's that?
- I don't know, man.
- Who is it?
- I don't know!
- I swear!
- Ah, so you want it the hard way. Huh?
- What are you doing?
- You f*cking piece of sh*t.
- f*cking answer me!
- [screaming]
What's that number?
Tell me, what's that number?
- [wails]
- Okay, you keep your head out there.
[c*ptive mumbles]
What did you say?
I couldn't hear you with the wind. What?
What did you say?
[c*ptive] The guy who hired us.
He brought us to Marseille.
Okay, what's his name?
- I don't know, I swear on my mom!
- Leave your mom alone, you sh*t!
Leave her out of this! What's his name?
- What's his name?
- [sighs] Damn it!
You don't get it, man, he's a nutjob!
- Nobody knows where he's from.
- [Lyès] Okay?
He showed up a month ago,
said he'd take over the projects.
- We'd be his employees.
- [Lyès] Yeah?
- We told him to f*ck off.
- [Lyès] Okay, then what?
- Two of our lookouts got caught.
- Yeah?
They were decapitated in a basement.
There was a note saying next time,
it'd be our sisters or mothers.
What am I supposed to do, huh?
- Tell me!
- Right. Okay.
- Why didn't we know this was going on?
- Why would you? What can you do?
Huh? What can you do?
They scare the sh*t out of everybody.
Him and his damn associate.
The whole hood's terrified!
What hood are you from, man?
- Saint-Jean La Puenta.
- Why don't I know you?
Come on, I was in jail in Spain.
Been free for three months.
Is that right?
His associate, what does he look like?
Tell me.
Answer me, for f*ck's sake.
- What does he look like?
- He's an Arab, he has a crazy face.
- We call him the Indian.
- The Indian? What about the other guy?
f*ck, I didn't see him.
He was in the back seat last time.
Is he an Arab? Is he Black?
What is he? Is he white?
- Tell me. What?
- He's white, I think.
- [Lyès] White, are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure. f*ck!
[Lyès] Okay.
Okay. What about the car?
- What about the car?
- Black SUV.
I'll give you the license plate.
Come on, write it down.
The car had seats, black or beige.
- You little Shut the f*ck up. Shut up!
- Damn it! [grunting]
Look at me. Listen. Look at me.
Look, that number right there.
- When you call, who picks up the phone?
- The Indian. He's the one we deal with.
[sighs]
- [man 1] Come on, play.
- [man 2] And, uh you call?
[man 1] He's gonna f*ck it up.
But that sh*t ain't mine.
Right. Keep playing cards, that's great.
Murillo.
[tense music playing]
Our guys were captured.
- Where at?
- Corbière Beach. [sighs]
[lighter clicks]
You know who did it?
It was Benamar's team.
You know him.
He'll put two and two together.
Don't forget, you're supposed to have
d*ed in Venezuela while on the run.
How much did they take?
150 K.
[exhales]
[sighs]
Any plans for Benamar?
Later.
Our priority's still Kamel.
[man 1] Everybody on the ground!
- [man 2] Down!
- On the ground, now!
- [man 2] All of you!
- [man 1] On the ground now! You bitch!
- [man 3] Get back!
- [man 4] Get off me!
- Come over here.
- [gasping]
- Come here, m*therf*cker.
- Hold on! Kamel! [yelps]
- Come here, son of a bitch.
- What are you doing?
- What is this sh*t?
- I don't know, Kamel.
- It wasn't me, I swear!
- Don't lie to me, Nabil. What is this?
- The Indian made us sell it.
- Oh, the Indian?
Who do you listen to?
Do you listen to me or that piece of sh*t?
Huh, assh*le? We said no rocks here.
- Right, m*therf*cker?
- He paid us double to sell it.
- We wanted to trick him, make money.
- Where'd he get that stuff?
- I don't know, I swear on my grandma!
- You don't?
- I swear!
- You're doing this on Saïdi turf?
Don't f*ck with my uncle.
Don't f*ck with Ali Saïdi.
Know what I'm gonna do?
It's nothin' personal, Nabil.
- I won't say anything, you know it.
- Yeah, pal, I know you won't.
- I know you won't.
- Why are you doin' to this me, man?
- [man 1] Come here.
- [Nabil] What are you doing?
What is he doing?
- [Kamel] Nabil.
- [Nabil] I swear, you have my word! Kamel!
- f*cking shut it.
- [Nabil] I told you it wasn't my fault!
[Kamel] If I don't do this,
you'll keep making mistakes.
- That's what you get.
- No! No, Kamel!
For sucking the Indian's d*ck.
- [loud cr*ck]
- [Nabil screams]
Let's go.
[Nabil wailing]
[PA] Please keep clear
of the edge of the platform.
Please make sure you have
all of your belongings.
Thank you so much for traveling with us.
[tense music playing]
- [car horn blares]
- [child squeals]
- Hello.
- [woman] Hello.
- Let's put your bag in the trunk.
- I'd rather keep it with me.
Yeah? Why?
What you got there, gold? Jewelry?
- It's dr*gs!
- [driver] dr*gs?
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi. Go ahead, get in.
- Okay, so where to?
- [woman] Hôtel Vieux-Port.
Then to the, uh,
police headquarters, please.
[driver] Sure, no problem.
First time in Marseille?
- Uh, It is.
- Are you staying for long?
Well, I guess it depends.
Once you get a taste of this city,
you can't do without it.
[Audrey] All right. End of the ride.
[siren blares]
- [door beeps]
- [man] Where are we at with that
Hey.
How you doin'?
- [Audrey] What's up?
- Hey. I'm good.
[Lyès] Get him searched.
Call a doctor to see if
we're good to take him into custody.
No problem. What happened to him?
Hit by a bus or something?
- Worse.
- Okay. Let's go.
Next time you decide
to pocket the cash,
try to do it when I'm not around.
Since when does that bother you?
I don't know, maybe since Internal Affairs
started breathing down our necks?
I'm not judging you, Lyès.
I'm just telling you I don't wanna know.
[laughs] The look on your face!
I'm just kidding.
- No sense of humor.
- Ha ha.
[beeping]
Peretto, what's the word?
- The word is go f*ck yourselves.
- [chuckles]
No more of Franck's bouillabaisse
for you. Too bad.
- Huh.
- [Tatoo] Just jail food.
- Hah! That your real hair color, princess?
- [Tatoo] Shut the f*ck up.
Ah, no, I bet it's dyed. [laughs]
I was in jail
before you ever saw a p*ssy, kid.
Tease me all you want,
I don't give a f*ck.
You'll be in so long,
you'll forget what a p*ssy looks like.
[laughs]
Hey. Buying dr*gs while on probation?
- Really? You're a real genius.
- Mmm.
Don't be a smart-ass with me, Benamar.
People talk a lot in Marseille.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
You've also got a spot in the clink.
And bein' a cop doesn't
get you of it, believe me.
So, tell me. In that little bag,
there was 150k.
If I asked you to count it,
how much would be there now?
What are you insinuating?
Nothin',
I'm asking you to count it, is all.
All right.
- Mom's waiting for you in her office.
- [laughs] Yeah, go and lick Mom's p*ssy.
Hmm!
- [Tatoo scoffs]
- [Audrey laughs]
[knocking at door]
Come in.
Close the door.
[door closes]
A g*n fight on the beach next to
a bunch of families having picnics.
A dealer in custody
looking like Stallone in Rocky.
And to top it all, a stray b*llet got
a 16-year-old to end up in the hospital.
- [Lyès sighs]
- Bravo.
That's quite a list.
Why is it,
whenever sh*t happens in Marseille,
you happen to be involved, Benamar?
The kid's name is Samir Benmeziane.
He'll make it,
that's the good news for ya.
The bad news is that
he happens to live in Frais-Vallon.
So I'm expecting lovely interactions
with his neighbors
and other people from the projects.
Thanks.
I'll go and check on
Benmeziane later today.
Really? Do you really believe
that's gonna make them feel better?
What made you jump in for an arrest
at such a time in such a place?
I am not the one who decides
the details of a transaction.
Would you prefer I let
100,000 worth of cr*ck hit the streets?
We've been onto Peretto for a month.
It was the way to catch them in the act.
What happened is, we got sh*t at.
We could've fired back, but we held off.
It was a thug's b*llet
that hit Benmeziane.
Not ours.
So what? Are you saying
you want a medal for that?
I should've fired you
a long time ago, Lyès Benamar.
But regrettably,
I have a soft spot for you.
You may go. Dismissed.
Oh wait, one sec.
[tense music playing]
Here.
Your Internal Affairs notification.
If they miraculously
let you get away with it,
you'll have to team up with a new recruit
straight out of Interpol.
Alice Vidal.
[tense music playing]
[man] Paul, you hear back
from the boss yet?
[beeping]
- Hey, how's it goin'?
- Hello.
Captain Alice Vidal.
I've just been transferred here.
Okay. You got your transfer documents?
Yeah.
I have an appointment with Mrs. Fabiani.
Mm-hmm. You can wait here.
- I'll go tell her right away.
- Okay, thanks.
[radio chatter]
[sighs] Captain Vidal, what a surprise.
I didn't expect to see you here.
- Are you on a mission?
- Uh, yeah.
Long-term mission. It's my first day.
Hmm. And, um what department?
Narcotics squad.
And what are you doing in Marseille?
Internal Affairs department.
I was sent here to bring some order,
clean up the mess.
- Welcome to Marseille, Vidal.
- Thanks.
[man sighs]
I'd recommend being very careful here.
Marseille has really unpleasant surprises
if you can't tame it.
Sure, I will. Thanks.
Great. Take care.
[beeping]
This way.
- Alice Vidal.
- Thats right.
- [Fabiani] Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
This is Captain Benamar.
Starting on Monday,
you'll be working on his team.
- Sounds great.
- [Lyès] Hi.
All right. See you later.
- [Fabiani] Please, come in.
- Thank you.
POLICE CHIEF FABIANI
Have a seat.
Why exactly did you decide
to come to Marseille?
Needed a change of scenery,
To put it simply.
Hmm.
You know, I read your complete file,
Miss Vidal.
And it's impeccable.
I know who you are.
[tense music playing]
I, um was lucky enough to know
your father and also to work with him.
He was an excellent cop,
no matter what people said about him.
Thanks.
I hope you're not in Marseille
to get revenge.
Why would I want revenge?
The man who k*lled my father d*ed
somewhere in South America.
That's right, Murillo's gone.
But he wasn't alone.
Maybe what you want is
to find his accomplices.
Look, the best way
to honor my father's memory
is to just do my job well.
- Nothing else.
- Perfect.
So, from this day forward, you're under
my command and my responsibility.
In this respect,
I won't allow any deviation
from our code of ethics
defined by police regulations.
If that's any kind of issue for you,
then the last train to Paris
leaves at seven o'clock.
Copy that.
Then, welcome.
[seagulls calling]
Internal Affairs appointment, guys.
First thing tomorrow.
- With Miranda at 10:00 a.m.
- f*ck!
- What are we gonna tell that bastard?
- Well, the truth, right?
[ship's horn blares]
- Any news? You question Peretto?
- Peretto made a bunch of random sh*t up.
He was in his restaurant,
then a guy he didn't know
walked in with a bag of cr*ck.
Said he wonders
why we showed up right then.
I've had enough of that assh*le.
The lookout on the bike. What does he say?
Keeping his mouth shut so far.
He's too scared to open it, you know.
We ran a thorough search
on the encrypted phone.
It was a burner SIM card, dead end.
I tried to dig up some info on the Indian.
Nothing. [scoffs]
People are scared as sh*t,
they won't spill.
No clue where
these m*therf*ckers come from.
They got all of Marseille shaking
in their boots. It'll trigger the Saïdis.
You're from the projects.
No idea who they could be?
[distant clattering]
[truck reversing alarm beeping]
You still in touch with the Comorians?
Lyès, Comorians don't spill.
You know that.
Give it a try anyway.
We need to know who's f*cking
around on Ali Saïdi's territory.
Okay, yallah.
Tomorrow morning at 10:00.
- [Arno] Okay.
- [Lyès] Oh, by the way.
Um we'll have a new girl on our
team starting Monday morning.
- Awesome.
- Is she hot?
It's Alice Vidal.
Pierrot's daughter.
Ciao.
- [mimics] "Is she hot?"
- [Arno] Good news all over today.
When is Ali coming back?
Given the mess we're making,
I'd bet soon enough.
That piece of sh*t's
gonna pay for my son's death.
Then I'll disappear.
We gotta steal his business first.
Get rid of his nephews.
Then m*rder him after that.
I'm gonna need you
to tell my mother I'm here.
I can't be seen out there.
Give this to her.
Those are instructions
so she can talk to me.
Shall I also bring her chocolates?
["DNLGO" by Banguiz, Sat & Stone Black
playing inside]
[Murillo sighs]
Kamel Saïdi, the assh*le who did that,
he'll come to see you.
- I don't know, man, I'm
- And you're Sh, sh, sh.
He'll come back
and you'll give him this address.
Tell him one of your bosses gave it to ya.
That's where the Indian is, hmm?
What the Indian's doing is wrong,
dealing cr*ck on the Saïdis' territory.
Will you tell him?
- If I do, Kamel's gonna k*ll me. I can't.
- You'd rather be k*lled now?
[click]
Think of your mother
and your two sisters, those b*tches. Huh?
[sighs]
- [Murillo] Here.
- Ow! Ow, f*ck!
[Murillo] Don't make me come back. Got it?
[Nabil groans]
[Murillo] Good.
What are you lookin' at?
[Nabil] f*ck.
[door opens]
- Yo, dude, is it payday?
- What did I tell you, Bakari?
- Don't worry, I don't work for them.
- You must think I'm stupid.
I'll call your school counselor.
- You think I don't know him?
- Call him, bro.
You'll see,
I didn't skip a class this semester.
I better go. If anyone sees me
talking to ya, I'll be in trouble.
That's right, go do your homework
before I kick your ass.
Say hi to Tatoo. Tell him we're ready
to kick his butt at soccer.
What? You can't even juggle.
[Bakari] More chicks, less cops!
More tricks, less cops!
More chicks, less cops!
[starts engine]
Hey, Assia, it's me. Can you come down?
'Sup, potato head?
You split it up, as usual. Oh, and tell,
uh, the Lopez family they're good.
I called about the eviction. It's settled.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Don't you wanna stay a bit?
Your morning commutes,
don't you get tired?
[chuckles] No.
I listen to music,
I read on the bus. It's chill.
I could get you in a boarding school.
Somewhere nice. No need to commute. Huh?
So Mom can live here alone?
I promise, she'd much rather have you
in a boarding school than stuck here.
Assia, you can achieve great things
with that brain of yours, come on.
You need a school that paves a way
for excellence, a boarding school.
- My school's awesome, it's not bad.
- [tuts]
If it's good enough for Pagnol,
it is for me.
- Pagnol!
- [sighs]
Uh, I need to stay and help Mom.
She really needs me.
You'll have to leave someday.
You know, my life is here for now,
and that's fine.
[in Arabic] You. Go back home.
[in English] Wait, let me help.
[in Arabic] Move. Move.
Let's talk. Come up.
[in English] It's fine.
[tense music playing]
- [Lyès] Hello.
- Hello.
Captain Benamar.
[door closes]
[woman] What do you want?
I work with narcotics.
I was at the beach when this happened.
How ya doin'?
I'm fine. It hurts, but I'm fine.
That's good, means you're alive.
The doctors told me you'll be out soon,
they said the b*llet just grazed you.
Lucky, huh?
- If you need anything, call me.
- [Samir] Thanks.
What are you doing here?
[sighs] Can I speak to you for a minute?
[beeping]
[door closes]
I got myself in some deep sh*t.
I gotta leave Marseille,
or they'll k*ll me.
Who's "they"?
I'll tell you if you promise
to protect me and my family.
That's not how it works.
You wanted to speak, I'm listening.
I want your word first.
- You know who I am?
- Yeah.
- Where I'm from?
- La Castellane.
The Indian, you heard that name?
[man whistling]
He'll try to k*ll Kamel Saïdi
at this address.
Tomorrow morning.
- Are you absolutely sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
I trust you.
[Lyès sighs] Okay.
[foreboding music playing]
INTERNATIONAL ARREST WARRAN
FRANCK MURILLO
VENEZUELAN POLICE INCIDENT REPOR
FOLLOWING THE DISCOVERY OF A CORPSE
DEATH CERTIFICATE
CORPSE IDENTIFICATION: FRANCK MURILLO
[sighs]
CORPSE OF FRENCH FUGITIVE
FOUND IN VENEZUELA
RÉSIDENCE LES OLIVIERS
AN ELDERLY CARE HOME IN VALMOUSSE
[dramatic music playing]
[gentle piano music playing inside]
[woman 1] Yes, well,
we'll be having lunch in a bit.
- [woman 2] Right.
- [woman 1] Maybe
We could go to the park
after lunch, right?
Are you here for a visit?
I'm here to see Mrs. Murillo.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Murillo
doesn't want to see anyone.
- I drove a long way. Just five minutes.
- I'm sorry, it's not possible.
Thanks.
[nurse] So
[tense music playing]
Where's Nabil?
Easy. Hey, I work for you.
- Where's Nabil?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
- He left. I don't know.
[Kamel] You watching p*rn?
Huh?
Naughty bastard.
What's your name, anyway?
My name's Gonzo.
You see, Gonzo
You smoke too much, don't you?
That's why you get caught easily, pal.
What is it?
Are you scared of me?
- Hmm?
- [breathing shakily]
Well, if you're scared,
answer my question.
Where's Nabil?
I don't know where Nabil is.
- He went away.
- I know he went away.
I know that.
But I'll ask you nicely one more time.
Gonzo
Whoa whoa!
[Kamel] Where's Nabil?
I don't know where he is.
Calm down, Kamel.
You're gonna answer me.
I asked you, where is Nabil?
I know where you can find the Indian.
I know where you can find the Indian.
[gasps]
[Arno sighs]
Where the hell is Kamel?
[Lyès] No idea, man.
[Audrey whispers] f*ck.
If your bulletproof vest is bothering you,
you know, you you can take it off.
- Really?
- Well, yeah.
Really? I mean, how nice of you.
- Okay.
- If if, uh
If there's anything I can do
for you, I'm here.
Uh, you know what? If you wanted a peek,
you could've just asked.
Hmm?
Been a while since you saw some tits, huh?
- Take a look!
- You're a jerk.
- You wanna touch 'em? Be my guest. Huh?
- God damn it, stop it!
- What's wrong?
- Wow Stop it, all right?
[Audrey laughs] What?
Don't wanna get spicy?
No? No spice, huh?
[laughs]
- You're a moron, you know that?
- [sighs]
[radio] Tatoo, it's Lyès.
We already checked the Mercedes
with a diplomatic license plate.
The car's plates are fake.
- Keep your eyes peeled.
- [Tatoo] Copy that.
[tense music playing]
[knocking]
[door opens]
Mrs. Murillo?
My name is Alice Vidal.
Ring a bell at all?
February 20th.
That's the day your son k*lled my father.
You saw it all.
Just leave me alone, will you?
[Alice] He made one mistake.
He didn't come to k*ll me too.
I need you to pass him a message.
My son is dead.
You should know that,
you dirty little bitch.
Now get the hell out.
[dramatic music playing]
[Tatoo] Here.
This is Tatoo, Lyès.
Our friend Kamel Saïdi just got here.
[Lyès] Copy.
[Tatoo] Be careful, hide.
[Lyès] Oh, sh*t.
They're armed to the teeth,
some sh*t is about to happen.
Stay put, let 'em have at it,
and hit 'em on the way out.
Sounds good.
What if things go south?
Do what we always do.
[tense music playing]
[Arno] That's the Indian, isn't it?
[Lyès] Looks like it, yeah.
Tatoo, it's Lyès.
Another guy just got here,
matches the Indian's description.
Heavily armed, all right?
We're goin' in. Go, go.
[g*ns clicking]
What the hell is she doin' here?
Damn it.
- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing?
- An operation. You shouldn't be here.
- I'm on your team now.
Oh, yeah? Is it Monday?
Come on, put this on.
- Thanks.
- How the hell did you end up here?
I'll explain later.
Tatoo, it's Lyès. We're about to go in.
Proceed with the plan, okay?
We're five now, Alice Vidal's with us.
[Tatoo] Okay,
we'll take the old railroad tracks.
[g*nshots]
[Lyès] Go, go, go, go.
- [screaming]
- [a*t*matic g*nf*re echoing]
[screaming and g*nf*re continue]
[Lyès] Psst.
Listen up, everyone.
We found three dead men,
Kamel Saïdi and his two lieutenants.
- [Arno] Okay.
- [g*nf*re]
[Arno] Hands up, hands up, now! Now!
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
You okay?
[tense music playing]
[audio fades]
[emotional music playing]
[Alice gasps]
[audio fades in]
[Lyès] Yep, taking him to the ER. Okay.
- Yeah, I'll call you back.
- [beeping]
[radio chatter]
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine,
but he was hit pretty hard.
Clean your nose, there's some blood.
Fabiani's on her way, she's fuming.
- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah.
[siren blaring]
- There she is. Here we go.
- Damn it.
Stay cool, guys, okay?
[car door slams]
Are you feeling up for an explanation now
or do you need time?
Well, you're all safe and sound,
that's what matters.
As for you, young lady,
you definitely know how to make an entry.
- Are you okay?
- Mm-hmm.
The Chief of Police
and District Attorney are on their way.
After what happened at the beach,
I hope you have good arguments
to convince them
you're efficient police officers.
Hmm?
Can you explain this whole mess, then?
It wasn't just a settling of scores.
- They wanted to send a message.
- To whom, exactly?
To Ali Saïdi, Kamel's uncle.
Knowing him, he's already left Dubai.
We can expect the worst.
[ominous music playing]
01x01 - Episode 1
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A group of police officers with particular methods who track down a dangerous criminal in order to prevent Marseille from plunging into a bloodbath.
A group of police officers with particular methods who track down a dangerous criminal in order to prevent Marseille from plunging into a bloodbath.