01x01 - Les liens du sang

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Wait! Come on.

Captain Briard.
Good morning, Superintendent.

I'm delighted
to be transferred to Lyon. Yes,

after five years at HQ,
I thought it was time...

Really! Opposite the police station?

You're new.
I haven't seen you around.

Observant, too!

Come on.

- Where are the cells?
- Down there, on the right.

Captain Briard?

Jean-Paul Doucet,

Division Superintendent.

- It's not what you think.
- That's original.

I was meant to be in your office
at 9.30 and...

What Adeline means is,

she got held up showing me
her Parisian arrest technique.

Most effective.

I see you've met Captain Sharif.

Captain Kader Sharif, Crime Squad.

Welcome to Lyon.

I forgot my keys when
I went running. I live opposite.

Right.

You'll work together.

You'll see, we're just as good
as our Paris colleagues.

Aren't we, Sharif?

Can I have my stuff back?

Thanks.

I'm going to change. Get settled in.
Relax. See you outside

in 15 minutes.

CAPTAIN SHARIF

BLOOD TIES

This is a good start.

Really!

Shouldn't you be in school?

I thought my history homework
was at Mum's, but it's at yours.

Sarah, Adeline Briard,
my new teammate.

- Captain, my daughter Sarah.
- Delighted.

Ditto.
I hope the same thing won't...

What about your English homework?

Embarrassed, daddy?

Funny! She takes after her father.

Run along.

See you soon,

I hope.

- Shall we go?
- Where?

A swish hotel. A man was found
beaten to death tied to his bed.

OK.

What are you doing?

That's not my car. That is.

It was seized.

Not bad, eh?

It's a Peugeot 504 V6 Coupé Sport.
1981.

I know what you're going to say.
Classy!

No hard feelings about before.

You make me look a fool
and say no hard feelings? Thanks!

It was too tempting!
You'd have done the same.

An Arab hoodie breaking into
an apartment looks suspicious.

I see.

You know what I mean.
And show some respect.

You're kidding!

You're not?

It's like on TV.

New partners who can't stand
each other, then sleep together

- at the end of the series.
- Are you serious?

Believe me, we'll get along fine
by the end of the week.

Good morning, madam,

sir.

- I reserved the bridal suite.
- Police.

- You fit what I know about you.
- Really?

Yes. Captain Adeline Briard, 34,
first in her year,

5 years at HQ in Paris.

Excellent record. Single, no kids.
That much was easy.

- It's in your file.
- There's more?

You like to show off.
You could have called for back-up,

but you preferred to go it alone
and make an impression.

The super cop came to Lyon for
the recognition she lacks in Paris.

Captain Briard and Captain Sharif.

Mrs Ribot, the boss's wife.
We work together.

My husband's in a meeting.
We're trying to avoid a scandal.

Would you follow me?

Miss Rhône-Alpes, 1992.
I voted for you.

That's kind,
but it was a long time ago.

The flowers need changing
every day! Every detail counts.

- Get your team in order.
- Very good, madam.

The secret

of 5-star hotels,
attention to detail.

And strictness.

That's what makes the difference.

I can't believe it happened here.

My husband always says
our team is our family, and...

..the hotel is our child.

It's over there.

Room 28.

If you need anything,
I'll be in my office.

Can you print off
the key-card history?

Obviously.

Thanks, Jacques.

Captain Briard, Sergeant Baudemont,
Police Officer Giraud.

- The Captain's from Paris.
- Is she lost?

The victim is Eric Leroy,

22, receptionist at the hotel.

The body was found
by a maid and a bellhop.

- They went in to...
- Have a shag on their break.

The Pink Room, they call it.

When you work together,
it happens.

The guy's tied up.

Obviously a f*gg*t job gone wrong.

I'll never get used
to the Sergeant's delicacy.

Gel found on the abdomen and back
of the victim, possibly a lubricant.

Also a large head wound,

and numerous bruises
to the torso,

making su1c1de seem unlikely.

Captain Briard. May I?

Please.

Captain, I think..

Where's he going?

You'll get used to it.

Rigor mortis has set in.
He d*ed between 1

and 3am. You concur, Doctor?

Call me Philippe.

SOUL AND SPIRIT

I think I'm in love. Hope it doesn't
end up like the last two.

What's that?

Bruise, birthmark...

Maybe eczema or psoriasis. For your
friend the pathologist to say.

What did you find?

Come on.

I'll show you.

I think Eric Leroy
was att*cked here.

His attacker banged his head
against the painting.

- There'd be blood on the wall.
- Yes.

Or on the painting.

The attacker bangs his head
on the painting,

it falls to the floor
and the victim is knocked out.

The k*ller puts
the painting back up.

- But in his haste...
- He got it upside-down.

The victim's unconscious.

The k*ller drags him

as far as the bed.

He ties him up and strangles
him with a robe belt.

Let's go and tell the boss the news.

Leroy worked here for four years.
An excellent employee.

He virtually forced my hand.

No appointment, nothing.
Bluffed his way in.

I did the same for my first job.
Local supermarket,

taking out the trash.

- You've come a long way.
- Know what?

I can spot the willing ones,
and Eric was one of them.

I was right about the kid.

Did he have any enemies?

I really couldn't tell you.

You know, for my wife and me,
the hotel is our child...

"..and the team, our family."

Yes.

That's right.

Only our family has grown.

Not long ago, I knew everyone.

Literally.

We celebrated everything together.

Births, marriages, everything.

But that was before.

- Before?
- The remodelling.

That's how we got our fifth star.
Three years ago.

We had to re-organise,
take on extra staff.

Now I take care of the finances

and keep an eye on recruitment
so as to avoid people

who don't know how to behave.

- Do you have what I asked for?
- Yes. There's also his CV

and a list of staff on duty
last night.

Did you know about the Pink Room?

Yes.

There were rumours among the staff.
I fired the people concerned.

We can't have that sort of thing.

When you left the hotel last night,
did you notice anything?

What time was it?

You left when, around 12, 12.30?

I left soon after.

I imagine you have CCTV outside.

Everything OK?

For now, yes.

Don't get me wrong.
Captain Sharif is a great cop.

Things haven't always
been easy for him.

Everyone has a past.

My father called you, I see.

What did
the National Police Chief want?

Just to catch up,

talk about staffing problems.

He also told me to put you

- on the first train to Paris.
- And?

I said your transfer

was in order and I had no reason
to make you leave.

Thank you.
The first chance I get...

So, Eric Leroy's shift
ends at midnight.

By the time he's changed...

Wait. Wind it back.

Let the machine do its work.

- Any record?
- I doubt it was his first offence.

Eddy Janzik.
as*ault convictions

and a member
of the Patriot Alliance.

The Alliance? I like it!

- The Dome?
- Patriot Alliance's f*ring range.

A Lyon extreme-right group.
They spend half their time here.

- Shouldn't we call for back-up?
- No.

Just avoid making fun of them
or provoking them. Can you do that?

They're keen to help the police.

You'll see, they're much
more sensitive than they look.

Hey, wog! You lost, sonny?

The whole elite guard is here!

The crème de la crème.

Is this where you gather
to prepare for the next w*r?

Didn't you hear?

Get lost!

Get rid of this assh*le.

I really can't join your club?

I've got a loyalty card.

No?

Too bad, then.

We're looking for Eddy Janzik.
He's won the prize

of the guided tour of police HQ.
He knows why.

Hey, woodcutter, put that down.

Yeah.

Think your cop card scares us?

We're soldiers.

He's going nowhere
unless he's ordered.

A little reminder:

this is private property.

Move it, Eddy.

Your mates have to get back
to their games.

Stay where you are.

You want Eddy?

We'll sort it out
on the f*ring range.

If you win, he goes with you.

Put the targets up.

If I win,

you two get lost. OK?

Eight cartridges.

Four double-tap return sh*ts.

On the clock.

What is this?

You can b*at him easily.

What's up?

Is she scared?

- It's out of the question.
- We've no choice. I'm a lousy sh*t.

And the target in your office?

Just a doodle to impress you.

Don't tell me
you're hiding behind a girl.

Of course I am.

Sounds like fun.

4.06 seconds, 74 over 80.

Come on, darling.
Let's see what you can do.

3.78 seconds, 77 over 80.

Why are you arresting him?

For the m*rder of Eric Leroy.

It wasn't me, Franck.

Two bull's eyes.

I don't know why, but I'm dog tired.

Bye, girls!

You didn't need me.

- What if he'd beaten me?
- Twice sh**ting champion.

In your file.

That's a nice tattoo you've got.
You all have it.

You want one?

Just imagine for a second
you want to join the priesthood.

You're funny!

You know, having a tattoo removed
to hide your degenerate past

can give you a skin disease.

- Like Eric Leroy had.
- Exactly.

The victim was an ex-member.

I left my phone at home.
I'll be five minutes.

I'll leave him with you.

Take your time.

You, in here!

Did you att*ck Eric
because he was an ex-PA member?

I did nothing.

I see.

These pictures are from the hotel
CCTV. Sure you did nothing?

Don't look at me like that, bitch!

I met guys like you in Paris.

What's your story?

No family?

Period of unemployment,
online contacts,

then meetings in cellars
and brainwashing.

Nothing original.

Scary cop! I know all your tricks.
I prefer the wog. Where is he?

You didn't know that one.

We're not going to let you go.

The only service you'll be doing
is in the prison shower.

I want my lawyer, now.

We'll call her.

JEWISH SCOUTS
MEMBERSHIP APPLICATION FORM

PARENTS' SIGNATURE

Déborah, it's me.

I need to talk to you
about our daughter. It's urgent.

Maître Atlan!
What a pleasant surprise!

I was in the area,
luckily for my client.

No way!

Since she got here,
he's not said a word.

Obviously.

I love that game.

But not as much as yes-no.

So...

Violent behaviour,
racial as*ault, speeding.

What happened? Was Eric Leroy
behind on his subscriptions

to the PA?

Eric left years ago. If we
wanted to, we'd have got him then.

- Jean-Luc gave orders.
- Jean-Luc Leroy?

It's OK. Yes, Jean-Luc Leroy,
Eric's father. That's the rule.

Turn your back on your comrades,
we forget you.

No contact for four years,
you're a ghost.

Mr Janzik!

My client elects

to remain silent.

Then change his mind! You specialise
in influencing teenagers.

Despite what you think, some
are responsible for their actions.

Of course. How convenient.

My client

respectfully asks you
to go screw yourself. I'm quoting.

Then our poet can wait in a cell.

- What's up with you and the lawyer?
- I don't know.

- Our relationship is professional.
- If we talk now, I'll k*ll you.

I'll defend myself and get off.

Our daughter...

Now it's professional.

My Jewish ex-wife defends
self-proclaimed neo-Nazis!

Everyone has a right to a defence.
You still don't get it!

Are you the new one?
Good luck.

What's all this about Jewish Scouts?
We had an agreement.

We said we'd talk
about religion together.

Is that it? Have you talked
to Sarah about it?

If you had, you'd know
I had nothing to do with it.

Her friends told her
about the Jewish Scouts.

That's why she wanted to join.

She's looking for herself, Kader.
When will you understand that?

Sharif?

Here's all the stuff on Eric Leroy
and the PA.

It's a tough read.

Thanks, Pascale.

Glad to see
you're making yourself at home.

Where'd you find that?

Is this how it's going to be?

You mess around
and I put up with it?

My mother makes them.

They're great!

Not for me, thanks.

Intelligence has a file on the PA.

From their personal collection.

Is that how it works?

Recognise anyone?

Franck Leroy, the sh**ting monitor.

Victim's brother. In the middle,
their father, Jean-Luc Leroy.

Runs a small transport firm
and is also head of the PA.

And here, Eddy Janzik.

A very hierarchical group.

- Paramilitary structure?
- Yes.

That's what bothers me.

Eddy beats up Eric, OK.

We have the video.

He takes him to a room to k*ll him,
fair enough.

But I doubt he made the decision
alone. That's not the PA.

And why would Jean-Luc Leroy
go after his son four years later?

Maybe he did something.
He's no saint.

v*olence, racial att*cks...

Must have been
when he was in the Young PA.

He was 14 at the time.

At 17, he left the Alliance
and his family.

Asked for his freedom and got it.

Given the family,

I'm not surprised.

That's when he joined the hotel.
A good career.

Until his past came back

in the shape of Eddy Janzik.

Stop eating

and talking at the same time!

Jean-Luc Leroy hadn't seen his son
in 4 years.

- Why now?
- So Janzik says.

But not according
to Eric's mobile log.

He called Jean-Luc regularly.

Or not. Look.

Eric called him every week,
Tuesday

and Friday afternoons.

Look at the time.

Between 3 and 4pm.

You said Jean-Luc ran a company?

What are the chances of reaching
his father mid-afternoon?

He was calling his mother.

All the calls last over
half an hour, except the last.

7 minutes,
the day before the m*rder.

Maybe Jean-Luc came home
early from work.

Please wait in here.
The Captain's on his way.

I hope so.

He learnt of his son's death
this morning.

We call him in,
and not only

does he ask no questions,
he's ultra cool.

You'll get nothing out of him.

Maybe after 96 hours' detention,
but otherwise...

Got a loudspeaker on your phone?

The least one can say
is you don't do things by halves.

A father in the OAS,
editor of Right Identity.

Head of the PA for 6 years,
expelled from the NF 3 years ago.

And head of a firm
employing 17 people for 9 years.

Can we make this quick? My wife's
outside. Eric's death hit her hard.

Yeah.

You've no right to question me
without my lawyer.

I'm not questioning you.
I want you to check your statement,

just to be sure.

Am I under arrest? No.

- Formal questioning?
- No.

- Just an informal conversation.
- Then let's converse.

Is that supposed to worry me?

Is that your method?

Just visible enough
for me to see that it's about

the phone calls to my home.

Know what your problem is?

The regime's police force.
You've always underestimated us.

Really?

Jean-Luc Leroy
is here, being questioned.

That'll be fun.

Our theory is that you found
your wife talking to your son.

As Eric disobeyed the code,

you told Eddy
to give him a reminder.

m*rder: six to ten years.

You know,
and I'm talking hypothetically,

if I had asked Eddy to do it,
he'd never have told you.

The soldier thing, the code,
the whole bit.

I know what you think
of guys like him.

I doubt that.

To you,

Janzik is a piece of sh*t.

A school drop-out who I took in
and treated like family,

and who would go down
for Eric's m*rder

at the click of my fingers!
Janzik is more than that.

Janzik is a soldier.

France needs him!

Guys like him
are the pride of the PA.

The pride!

Watch out.

- Thanks.
- What for?

Columbo, season 4, episode 1.

I adapted the technique a bit,
but times change.

What did you do, assh*le?

- What did...
- Keep him warm, I'll be back.

You're right, it's fun.

So what do we do now?

Shall I call your lawyer?
By the time she gets here,

Leroy will have fingered you.

Dickhead! He can shove
his code of honour! Bastard!

Got any more insults?
Did he ask you to att*ck Eric?

He called me yesterday.
Wanted it done fast.

Told me to teach him a lesson.

- Give him a thrashing.
- Did he say why?

No. He never could stand him.

Madam, I'm Captain Sharif.

I'm sorry about what's happened.

Where's my husband?

Would you like to talk
over some tea?

No. He told me to wait for him here.

Don't worry, it's just opposite.

I won't lie to you.

Your husband will be staying
with us tonight.

I don't understand.

We think your husband
asked one of his men to att*ck Eric.

You don't know what kind of a man
Jean-Luc is.

When Eric was 13, Jean-Luc took him
to an Alliance meeting.

He hated it.

He cried in his room for hours.

One day, they tattooed his arm.

Eric said yes to everything.

He wanted to be part of a group,
not be alone.

I couldn't protect him.

Even when he came home
covered in bruises, I...

I didn't say anything.

Jean-Luc said
it was an initiation rite.

He hated my son!

It's my fault.

You did what you thought
was right for your son.

When did you tell Eric
that Jean-Luc

wasn't his father?

When he left the Alliance.

He was so unhappy, I was afraid
he'd do something stupid.

So I told him everything.

He cried with joy and wanted
to know who his father was.

It was 23 years ago.
I was working

at the supermarket.

No-one had ever looked at me
like that.

I shouldn't say it, but they were
the best weeks of my life.

But Prince Charming hadn't a clue.

So I married Jean-Luc.

Is that why Eric
chose to work at the hotel?

Because his real father
is Gérard Ribot?

You have my card.

Call me whenever you want.

I ask you only one thing.

When you arrest my son's k*ller,
I just want to look him in the eyes.

Can I count on you?

Drive on, please.

I was looking for you.
Where were you?

Did Janzik and Leroy confess?

Only to the b*ating.
Where were you?

At my place.

It's less stressful for them.
They're more likely to talk.

- You questioned a witness at home?
- Yes.

I mean, no. I didn't file a report.

Is this a joke?
You can't take people home!

Didn't you go to police school?

We may have a motive.

The end doesn't justify the means.

Good first day!

Is there a problem?

Why didn't you say
you'd joined the Jewish Scouts?

Oh, that.

You could have talked to me.

If you have questions
about religion, I'm here.

Ask you about Judaism?

Why not?

I lived with your mother, remember.
If you have questions about Islam...

Quite the expert, aren't you?

You're non-practising,
but you don't eat pork.

You hardly ever speak Arabic
at home.

You don't fast,
but dare not tell Granny.

- It's not that.
- Dad, I've seen you.

- Let's just say it's complicated.
- I've never seen you pray.

You don't believe in God,
so why don't you eat pork?

As I said,

it's complicated.

Anyway,

that's not the question.

Whatever you're looking
for in the Jewish Scouts,

you won't be going.

Why not?

What about me and my history?

You ask why I don't eat pork.

That's not what matters.

It's part of my heritage,

which I want to pass on to you.
You see?

Not really, no.

Like I said, it's complicated.

You wanted to see me,
Superintendent?

Yes, come in and sit down.

What happened just now
in the street?

Nothing.

Nothing? Really?

Fine.

Just so you know, Captain Sharif's
methods have proved effective.

I don't doubt it for a second.

I know him well.

He's unorthodox,
but he's not corrupt.

I never said he was.

But being honest will count
for nothing with Internal Affairs.

Look, I know why you're here
and what happened to you.

If your brother's superiors...

If he'd followed the rules,
IA wouldn't have got him

and he wouldn't have k*lled himself,
simple as that.

Your father has lost a son.
Obviously he wants you close by.

My father?

He never helped my brother.
He can go screw himself.

Adeline, this may seem harsh to you.

But for your own good,

you have to get over this.

Seems they argued.
She seemed nice, though.

Have you looked at Briard?

I bet she's got the Penal Code
tattooed on her arse!

She and Sharif
call each other "Captain"!

Remember what happened
to the other two?

All the same, making Captain at 34
and at Paris HQ!

What's she doing here?

Who knows? Maybe her dad's idea.

He's the Chief of Police in Paris.

Forgive me if I'm not blown away
by his little girl's CV.

- Ten says she's gone in two weeks.
- Don't overdo it!

I've got four kids to support.

Hear that?
He's a responsible father!

Classy mug.

What's wrong with my tit mug?

50 says I'll be here next month.

Well played.

Captain Briard.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Thanks.

Instead of spying on me,

get back here.

I know who was in the room with
Eric Leroy, and it wasn't Janzik!

- So, who is it?
- First things first.

What happened earlier

must never happen again.

I agree.

Really?

Yes, really.

It's pointless

you getting worked up like that.
Start as you mean to go on.

We'll talk again. It's not over.

Whenever you like.
So who is it?

You first. What's the motive?

OK. Eric Leroy
was Gérard Ribot's son.

She slept with him 23 years ago.
But Ribot doesn't know that.

OK.

Dejax called. They identified
the substance on Eric's body.

It wasn't lubricant, it was
an ointment containing arnica.

Ointment? I doubt Eddy

- would have applied it.
- It wasn't him.

I watched the video to see
if anyone came out during the night.

I found this.

What's the connection
to the ointment?

Where are Sharif's
observational skills?

A first-aid kit.

- It's not her bag.
- She was in Eric's room.

Who knows why?

Why would Eric

infiltrate his father's hotel
without saying who he was?

Mrs Leroy says he wanted Ribot
to hire him on merit.

He was going to tell him
when he was head receptionist.

Eric's career was exactly the same
as his. It can't be a coincidence.

It makes sense.

Some people spend their lives
looking for paternal recognition.

He was close to getting it,
but he met Eddy and Mrs Ribot.

Accomplices?

Janzik says

he got to the PA at 12.30,
after b*ating up Eric.

They'll all back him up. So what?

I'll find out
if Eddy is telling the truth.

And while we're at it,

we'll ask Miss Rhône-Alpes!

Maybe not at 2.13am.

Did they find you an apartment?

Because if not,
you could sleep at my place.

No funny business.

Of course.

But no thanks.
I've got an apartment

in Croix-Rousse.

The way we've started,
we won't be sleeping together

tonight.

Not tonight, not this year, not
in this life. Sweet dreams, Sharif.

We've got three vehicles
assigned to us. And they all work.

Looking for a fight this morning?

Eddy Janzik got flashed
by a speed camera at 12.30am.

He didn't lie about that.

How did you find it?

There are two routes from the hotel
to the PA. I'd have taken that one.

I asked a mate to check. Exit
Janzik, which leaves Mrs Ribot.

Take a look on the back seat.

I found a lot on her.

Poor family, eight children.

- Quite a career.
- She did what she had to.

She made the most of her figure.

Glamour photos didn't work.

Twice married before Ribot.

She cheated on each husband
with the next, who was richer.

- I see.
- She married Ribot 13 years ago.

She was 26, he was 49.

- All that since last night?
- I didn't leave right away.

Ribot had no kids,
then suddenly he did.

That was a risk for her
and her inheritance.

We know

you were with Eric in room 28.
What happened?

- I've nothing to say.
- Fine.

We'll question all the guests
while we're here.

- Ladies and gentlemen...
- Stop.

- Why would I do such a thing?
- You were scared of losing it all.

Why would I lose it all?

I love my husband and he me.
We fight for this hotel.

It's our joint success.

You love your husband?
Like the two before?

Two love stories that ended badly.

At least, for them.
You did rather well.

The ex-beauty queen
who slept her way to the top.

You have no idea what it takes to
run a 5-star hotel after all that.

I don't mean the stress or the staff
who shut up when you enter a room.

But the rest.

On the Internet, nothing goes away.
I hope you never have to wear

those labels.

OK.

So why did you lie
about your movements that night,

if you've nothing to hide?

Mrs Ribot, you're under arrest
as from now.

Not here. Not like this.

OK. Follow me.

- Are they arresting her?
- No idea.

How did she know about Eric?
No phone calls, no e-mails...

Maybe Eric told her.

Maybe when they were in the room.
There are no witnesses.

We have to make her cr*ck,
which won't be easy.

- Did you see that?
- So?

In the hotel room,
the painting was upside-down.

She would have put it
the right way up.

You can't! She's with her lawyer!

You didn't k*ll Eric Leroy,
but you know who did.

You have no right.

You're on

the CCTV footage.

You're calm, relaxed.

Not like someone
who just witnessed a m*rder.

You only realised later,
when you got home.

Your husband.

He can't stand other men
looking at me.

He's always been jealous.

He fired

two staff members
he thought I was sleeping with.

He thought I was sleeping with Eric.

Nothing said here

can go on record.

My client hasn't specifically
mentioned her husband.

Gérard Ribot doesn't know
he k*lled his own son.

Well, here I am.

- Can I see my wife?
- Later.

The good news is that
your wife won't go to prison.

I should hope not. She's innocent.

Obstructing an investigation...

She's done nothing!

I see.

I get it.

Is that your little game?
Hoping I'll blurt something out?

Not exactly.

I don't have any good news,
Mr Ribot.

Eric Leroy
was more than an employee.

He was your son.

You'll stop at nothing
to bring someone down.

You know I have no children.

That's Eric's mother, Mr Ribot.

I've got it.

Mrs Leroy!

Eric went to the hotel
because of me.

You know
it's more complicated than that.

I was looking for my wife
so we could go home together.

I couldn't find her.

I thought she was doing her rounds.

I could easily have seen nothing.

But I saw them
going into the Pink Room together.

So I knew...

Or I thought...

I was always afraid
someone would take her from me.

She's so beautiful.

I know what they're thinking
when they look at her.

So I waited until she came out,
alone.

I went into the room and Eric...

Eric was there, in front of me.

Is that when you hit him?

Yes.

I wasn't myself.

I felt betrayed.

I'd welcomed him into my family,
helped him get on in life.

I strangled him.

When I got home,

my wife knew something horrible
had happened.

I told her everything.

We have your wife's statement.

She found Eric in the car park.

She begged him to call an ambulance,
but he wouldn't.

He didn't want you to know
about his Alliance past.

I k*lled my son.

Gérard Ribot will be going to court.

What a mess.

Eric wanted to find his place.

The Alliance and the hotel:
same discipline, same rules.

Can we avoid our fate?

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MEMBERSHIP APPLICATION FORM

- I'll let you finish the paperwork.
- Right.

Thank you.

Hi.

Fine. Getting my bearings.

Did you get the information?

WEEKLY DEBRIEFING AT SHARIF'S
DOOR CODE 1789

Really?

Both his partners?

OK.

Thanks. See you soon.

This was on my windscreen.
"Weekly debriefing."

You can come in
as long as you don't handcuff me.

Not yet, anyway.

Drink?

You got everyone worked up
with your bet.

Good work today.

Especially as you were 77th
out of 358 in your year.

You've done your homework.

Three reprimands,
all for insubordination.

You respect the man, not the rank.
It's all in your file.

There's more?

Your mother is very important
in your life.

No mention of your father,
so I'm guessing

he left home when you were a kid.

I think
that's why you love cop shows

with macho characters.
You're looking for

- a father substitute.
- An interesting theory.

Secondly,
you didn't become a cop by chance.

The immigrants' son
upholding French law,

the tricolour card, etc.

Nice place.
I didn't have time to see it before.

So, can we drop the formality?

No.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I know what happened
with the others.

No danger of it happening again.

You're not my type.
Not at all.

Dejax!

- Want me to give you a lesson?
- Sure!

Sorry. Here.

- You're blue, I'm red.
- OK.

Aim straight.

Yeah, aim straight.

You're good!