04x05 - Cherif contre Cherif

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Guilty

Interpol

The woman with the golden g*n

Sébastien Briard case

This is Justine.
Leave me a message.

Justine, it's me.

I was going to suggest...

we could have lunch together?

Maybe?

I was thinking
the Voltaire at o'clock

would be nice.

Let me know. Bye.

Justine, listen.

There's no easy...

No.

Justine, well,

I want to talk about us.

Yes.

No. I can't say that.

Justine, it's best to cut to the...

Ouch!

Haemoglobin on toast.

I love watching True Blood,

but it's a bit early.

Don't rush to help your poor dad.

No plaster?
No disinfectant?

No. Female solidarity.

That'll teach you to dump
your girlfriend like that.

It's none of your business.

When I dumped Quentin,

do you remember,
this wise man told me

my boyfriend
deserved better than a text.

Do I know him?

Yes, you do.

I need to talk to you
about the States.

I really want to go, Dad.

- I'm not giving up.
- We'll discuss it.

Too right we will.
You can count on it.

- Yes, Baudemont.
- Kader,

I've got a girl on the street,
but not in that sense.

- Where are you?
- , rue Victor Hugo.

On my way.

I want to make a joke,
a horrible one.

Don't. Show some respect
for the victim.

- But you...
- Never mind me.

Off you go.
You're both annoying me.

Sorry. They're new,
he isn't trained yet.

I didn't think it would be funny.

Cherif versus Cherif

- Hi.
- Hi. Thanks.

In the Mr Men collection

we have Mrs No.
No handbag, no cameras,

no witnesses, nothing.

Writing down Baudemont's jokes?

- No.
- It wasn't a jibe.

- Hello, Adeline.
- Hi.

sh*t in the stomach,
she d*ed around midnight.

Good, isn't she?

I can smell vanilla...

Not me. I use lavender water.
You should try it,

for your complexion.

What's wrong with my complexion?

You have a lovely complexion.
Lovely.

Vanilla. I was right.

What are you doing?

It's her car.

Our victim is Vanessa Langlois,
years old,

taxi driver.

There's no glass on the ground.

It was broken elsewhere.

A car-jacking gone wrong?

She was att*cked,
went after the thief.

Or she didn't notice
before driving off.

When she stopped,
she was att*cked.

We need to find
where it happened.

I've found a car-park ticket

from yesterday. Must be
where the window was smashed.

Cherif?

Forgot something?

No, not exactly, darling.

Are you OK?

Yes. What's wrong?

Has your grandfather
tried to get in contact?

Yes. He left me a message
days ago.

I didn't call back.

I didn't tell you because
of what happened last time.

I think your grandfather
is involved in something.

I need to speak to him.

Did he leave a number
or an address?

Forged banknotes again?

I think your grandfather
has surpassed himself.

Thanks, darling.

Don't tell anyone.

Especially not Gran.
No need to upset her.

Sarah, finally you call me.
I'm pleased...

It's me.
Don't hang up, please.

If you want to play games,
let's play.

Roche, it's Cherif.

I need you to look into a forger,
years old,

called Farid Cherif.

Vanessa had worked
as a taxi driver for a year,

and I see she'd been in prison,
like you.

Cops are all the same.

I just want to find out

what happened to Vanessa.
I know rehabilitation isn't easy.

That's why I set up this business.

I only employ former inmates,
to help them

and stop them returning to that hell.

I had to fight to find premises,
fill out all the forms...

The girls are all legit.

They're like sisters to me.

What time did Vanessa
start work yesterday?

She wasn't working yesterday,
but since she didn't have a car

I sometimes let her
borrow one of ours.

Do you know
where was she going?

No. But if I were you,
I'd speak to Mathis.

Boyfriend?

Her son.

She had him at .

She gave him up.

She was always talking about him.

She wanted to make up
for lost time.

Express service for Captain Cherif.
Nothing. Nada.

No prints.
It's a forgery.

OK, thanks.

Don't forget the box set!

Promise.

Where were you?
Everything OK?

Yes, fine.

Were you worried?

It's nice that you were worried.

Leaving the crime scene?

It's Sarah.
Teenagers!

But it was a false alarm.

Have you heard from Dejax?

His initial report?

Not yet.
But I did see the victim's boss.

Vanessa had a -year-old son
who she gave up.

He's in a hostel.

They were together last night.
He's coming in.

We're sorry about your mum.

"Mum."

That sounds weird.

I called her Vanessa.

We'd met up a few times.

But I was used to living on my own.

Then she turns up months ago,

messing it up.

I see from your file you ran away.

A record of incivility, damage.

I'm training as a pastry chef.

I get up at am.

I don't have time
to do stupid things.

Did you have dinner together?

Did anything happen?

We argued.

And...?

She said she'd found
somewhere to live.

She wanted me to live with her.

Wasn't that good news?

We hardly knew each other,

I needed time.

I was frightened. OK?

How did she take it?

She started to cry and left.

It's the last time I saw her.

What did you do after dinner?

I went to the cinema.

They were showing
The French Connection.

You can check.

Right.
The kid was at the cinema.

He could have left

during the film.
- There were only people.

people
for Friedkin's masterpiece!

Since it's
the usher's favourite film,

and Baudemont's,
she stayed to watch.

No one left.

- Thanks, Joël.
- There's more.

Since I don't do things by half...

This is for you:
the video from the car park.

The guy who broke the window
of the taxi,

know who it is?

An old friend.

- Jacky.
- Jacky...

Jacky, homeless guy,
always sleeping it off in the cells.

He shouldn't be hard to find.

We can reconstruct the evening

from the video
in the underground car park.

pm, Vanessa argues
with a homeless guy,

Jacky. Then,

she left on foot, and at : pm

Jacky breaks the window
with an iron bar and steals a bag.

: pm Vanessa comes back
from the restaurant,

and doesn't notice the theft.

No sign of Jacky.

She notices the broken window,

stops, and is k*lled.

At midnight.

This Jacky waited all that time

to finish the argument?

Maybe she was k*lled
because of the bag.

According to Dejax,
she was k*lled with a Tokarev.

A g*n used by organised crime.

If it isn't Jacky,

maybe her criminal past
caught up with her.

The taxi's GPS log
shows nothing unusual

about her journeys.

It must be linked to the bag.
We need to find it.

- Baudemont is on it.
- Baudemont...

- Kader.
- Yes?

Anything you want to tell me?

No. I must go.

Adeline will say
she's doing all the work.

- About time.
- Sarah?

Don't worry, she's gone.

She won't even know I was here.

- Looking for me?
- You had to come back.

Hello, Farid. How are you?

Forgotten your manners, son?

You lost this.

Any chance of a drink?

In the arabesques, the olive branch,
is that your signature?

Yes. In memory of the olive tree
we planted

the day you were born.

I found it in the taxi
of a m*rder*d woman.

Vanessa Langlois. Ring a bell?

I'll help myself to a drink.

She wasn't just a taxi driver,
she worked for you.

You used her car
to transport forged notes.

The perfect cover.

You always asked
too many questions.

Even as a child.

I don't know anything
about her death.

But she worked for you?

Listen to me.

I came here for one thing, Kader:

to warn you.

The people I work for
are not small-time crooks

like you're used to catching.

All I ask

is that you look the other way
for a few days.

Who do you work for?

People who appreciate my genius.

It's great.

The law recognises your genius.

What was it last time?

years.

Not enough.

Who are you working for?

You have to come with me, Farid.

I'll still find you.

Keep out of it,

please.

No hard feelings, son.

No hard feelings, Farid.

Captain?

Back to the cells.

I said I'd bring him in.

- It is your job.
- Yes.

We can ask him
why they argued.

He already told me.

She nearly ran him over
in the car park.

- He's got an alibi for the m*rder.
- And the bag?

This? He clung to it,
like a rope to a hanged man.

- Is that an expression?
- I just made it up.

You'll see why.

Look.

- Must be , euros.
- At least.

I wouldn't have wanted
to give it back either.

All new, the same numbers.

Forgeries.

It all points to organised crime.

Vanessa went back to her old ways.

She was transporting the notes
but with the theft,

the deal went wrong.

It's possible.

Or a client may have left
the bag in the taxi.

I'll check if the cars are cleaned
each day.

I'll contact Interpol
about the forged notes.

They normally handle it.

Where is Kader?

He had an errand to run.

An errand?

Ask him to come and see me
when he gets back.

Do you have a magnifying glass?

Hi.

Alright, darling?

- Did you see Grandad?
- I saw him. But you know,

family reunions
have never been our thing.

He left.

Were you going to arrest him?

Hold on.

OK for lunch at the Voltaire.

I need to reply to this.

Stop playing with your phone!

Sorry. Have to cancel.

Dad, I'm not ,
you can tell me.

I know.

A woman has been k*lled.

Things connect
your grandfather to the m*rder.

He wouldn't do that.

You think he's capable?

Him, no, but...

his friends.

Thank you.

It's important to me.

- Yes?
- You had hold of Farid?

- I'm listening.
- Yes and no.

What does that mean?

I know, I'm in the wrong,
I know,

but I needed to know
if he was involved.

Kader, Farid is mixed up
in a m*rder!

I tried.
I hoped he'd co-operate.

- Co-operate?
- Yes.

Jean-Paul, Farid is a thief,
a crook, sure, but not a m*rder*r.

- Did you learn anything?
- Yes.

He made the forged banknotes
and Vanessa worked for them.

They used her taxi, but he knows
nothing about the m*rder.

But, I did steal his phone.

One number comes up
regularly: Malek.

- I'm checking it.
- You should have told me.

Straightaway.
I've had to take action.

What do you mean?

- I contacted Interpol.
- Why?

They handle forged banknotes.
We don't.

One of their officers
is on their way.

At any minute.

Don't take it out on the files.

- Am I a bit annoying?
- A bit?

Do you ever think, Cherif?

Withholding information
could scupper our investigation

and wastes my time.

And don't say:
"Feel better now?"

Feel better now?

When I found the banknote,

I wanted to be sure.
And believe it or not,

I was thinking of you.
- Me?

- I didn't want you involved.
- I'd have preferred to know.

Got any other secrets?

Who doesn't?

Captain?

This way.

Cherif, Briard,
Commissioner Delmas, Interpol

and her right-hand man,
Captain Brossault.

Good to meet you,
Captain Briard.

- Commissioner.
- Delighted

to see you again, Captain Cherif.
- Commissioner.

Let's go to your office.

Given the calibre used
and the fact the bag was stolen

from the victim's vehicle,

she was k*lled
for not delivering the , euros.

That's all?

The same notes
have been in circulation in Italy.

We've been investigating.

Your victim hasn't appeared
on our organisation chart.

Have you got any names?

I'm afraid it doesn't work like that.

I've listened to your summary,
Captain Briard.

There's nothing to prove

the m*rder is linked to our case.

So I'll ask you
to hand over your file

and the money.

I thought we'd work together.

I'm sorry if I gave that impression,
Commissioner.

We wanted to be sure

you weren't jeopardising
our operation.

You've got nothing.

- Brossault, take over.
- Allow me.

- You're a good sport.
- Always.

I've got a lot of work to do
with Captain Briard.

We need to arrest Malek.

I hope that doesn't jeopardise
your operation,

I'd be so sorry.

What have you got?

An informer.

Does he have a name?

We'll keep that information
to ourselves.

I see.

With Commissioner Doucet's
permission,

we can arrest
Vanessa Langlois's k*ller

and bring down the network.

We'll give you all our information,

as soon as you share yours.

Fine.
Brossault will handle it.

The priority
is to dismantle the network

and arrest everyone involved.

I'll show you out.

Adeline!

- I prefer it when you tell me off.
- You know what?

When you play the solitary hero

in family matters,
I can understand it.

But you didn't know Delmas
when I first mentioned her.

Did you follow me to the restaurant?
I told you not to,

but you couldn't help yourself.

It was a bad idea
for me to come back.

Adeline...

Time to debrief?
Meet you at La Tête d'or. Delmas

Hello, Adeline.

Yes, I know, you cancelled.

But it's been a week.
I wanted to see you.

Got minutes?

It's not the best time,

but we can have a coffee.

I'm working on an unusual case.

Here.

I think I know why you wanted
to eat at the Voltaire,

but I want to be sure.

Do you want to leave me, Kader?

I feel good with you.

Really.

But I'm not in love.

Yes, you are.

With Adeline.

Well, at least we're clear.

Know what I think?

Nothing will ever happen
between you and Adeline.

You'll always find a way
to avoid each other,

because you both know
that nothing is stronger

than desire that remains desire.

Very well put.

Not my words.

Adeline and you are...

It's like in Moonlighting,
if you prefer.

Once Bruce Willis
and Cybill Shepherd slept together,

the best was behind them.

No?

It's true I like fiction,

cop shows and all that.

But I like reality even more.

So you're leaving me for a fantasy.

What do you want?

Very amusing, Captain Cherif's
little number.

- Enough games, Adeline.
- What do you want?

I just see a cop
talking to an informer.

Yes. The one he mentioned earlier.

Farid Cherif
has no record as an informer.

I'll tell you what
an examining magistrate will see.

An old crook and his cop son
involved in Europe-wide trafficking.

It'll be his word against yours.

I doubt Internal Affairs will agree.

Cherif's career would be over.

A bit like your brother, right?

Only Cherif isn't the type
to throw himself under a train.

We can still avoid it, Adeline.

I know you've compiled a file
against me.

Just give it to me.

And I thought you had nothing
to be ashamed of.

I won't let some paranoid cop

destroy my career
because of a rumour. So...

it's your file or Cherif's career.

You should've found it
when you searched my flat.

Thanks for the photos.

I'd like to speak to Commander Dupré,
Internal Affairs.

- Camille, got a second?
- Yes?

I'm looking for Captain Briard.
She's not answering her phone.

- I've not seen her.
- OK.

Thanks, Camille.
Look what the wind's blown in.

- Evening.
- Evening.

How was your honeymoon
in Lapland?

Perfect,

except for the trick
the Americans pulled.

Really?

Yes, Krenpool and Schmidt
withdrew their job offer.

They really don't give a damn,
do they?

Right. I'm really sorry for you.

Then again, it's not all bad.

It means Sarah
won't be going to the States.

It's got nothing to do with it.

We have to talk before
it blows up in our faces.

I already gave you my answer.

Kader, this is unbearable.

Normally you're great with Sarah,
but this...

What father would refuse
his daughter a year in the USA

in ideal conditions?
- Me.

An average dad.
I admit it.

It's bad for teenagers
to have too perfect a father.

Yes. Apparently
it disrupts their character.

Do you speak from experience?

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

- But you did.
- I was wrong.

- But you said it.
- Enough.

Kader, you'll hate yourself so much
for stopping her.

Yes. Well, look...
Hang on, Roche.

I've a client to see.
We'll talk again.

Yes, OK.

Yes, Roche.

What do you mean, nothing?
Nothing, nada?

Do everything you can.
I have to know, OK?

Thanks.

Kader, weren't you going
to invite me for a drink?

Yes, sure.
In an hour's time?

No. I'm really thirsty now.

In that case, so am I.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- You're welcome.
- So?

So, Farid has disappeared.

You think he told his associates?

No. Why would he?

To tell them his cop son
was investigating them?

No, I doubt it.

Farid won't get away with it
this time.

It may even be you
who puts the handcuffs on him.

Are you ready for that?

Yes, I know.

He's still your father.

My father...

A father's someone who's there
for you when you need him,

who keeps you
on the straight and narrow,

someone you can count on.

Farid doesn't really match
that description.

I'm thinking of Sarah too.

- I'm not sure she'll understand.
- She will.

Right, I'm off.

OK.

- Have a good evening, Captain.
- See you tomorrow, Jean-Paul.

- All right, Didier?
- Evening, Captain.

I've been looking for you, Captain.

You work too hard, Adeline.

OK, it's true. I followed you.

I was worried about you.

It's the only time I've done it.

Well, there was last year too.

At the restaurant,
with your fireman.

But that was different.

Our mutual friend Sylvie Delmas

used you and your father
to blackmail me.

She threatened to give these
to Internal Affairs.

Threatened?

I finally had proof
that she used her position

to put an entire neighbourhood
in danger,

lower house prices and buy them all
via shell companies.

And I gave her all of it.

I've got nothing left.

My brother d*ed because of her
and I have nothing.

There must be copies,
e-mails, a trail...

It was all pirated.
I've lost everything.

Sorry.

Yes, Déborah?

And?

I thought as much.
Nothing here either.

I don't know.

I forget. I'm with Cherif,
I'll call you back. OK?

I asked Déborah
to help me with the file.

I asked her not to tell you.

You lost everything for me.

I'm sorry, Adeline.

I'm really sorry.
I don't know what else to say.

I don't know what I'll do yet.

But believe me,
Sylvie Delmas will pay.

I promise.

- On the plus side...
- Don't.

There always is one.

Just don't.

Or I'll take the photos
to Internal Affairs myself.

You both look terrible.

Thanks. It's for a good reason.
We worked all night.

We found a link
between Malek and our victim.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Call Interpol.
- Bravo.

Be patient, Captain.

We'll offer you a win-win deal.

Yes. We can catch Malek at it

and lean on him
to talk about Langlois's death.

That way, we solve our case
and dismantle the network.

Yes, but my team hasn't yet found
Malek's workshop.

But we have.

Thanks, Commissioner.

The GPS data from the taxi

shows it's the same car
that delivered for Malek.

And we know from the taxi firm
that Vanessa was driving.

Malek may just have been a client.

That's what we thought.

But...

this warehouse uses
more electricity than the others.

The money-making machines
consume more energy.

We'll go in together,
but we're in charge.

Agreed, Commissioner?

If we can question Malek
and his men over the m*rder.

To bring them in,

we'll take up positions here,

here and here.

A good example of synergy
and trust between us.

Captain Brossault,
go over the details

with the Commissioner.

So, how do you wish to proceed?

Why are you stopping?

- Because we're there.
- We're not meant to wait here,

but in D , at the other end.

Patience, Captain.

All teams to their positions.

- Alpha in place.
- Bravo in position.

Charlie ready.
Nothing to report.

Delta, I have individuals in sight,
they are armed...

The most interesting stuff
doesn't always happen on stage.

The target is Malek Rouha.

All units,
you are go in seconds.

, , , go.

- We have to go, Cherif.
- Patience, Captain.

Don't move! Lie face down!

All that racket, all that shouting,

it's so overrated.

You can get that in any cop show.

Against the wall.

But what really counts

is being in the right place
at the right time.

I quite agree.

Repeat:
Malek Rouha apprehended.

The stage door.

Farid?

Hi, son.

Come to give me back my phone?

No more sleight of hand.

So that's it:
you're going to arrest your father.

What about Sarah?

She's all I think about.

I'd rather be handcufffed
by your Captain Briard.

Really? She's very conventional,
you know.

Farid Cherif, today at : am,

I'm arresting you for counterfeiting
and associating with criminals.

Yes, call me back, darling.
Love you.

- I can't reach Sarah.
- Hello, Captain.

I want to tell her
about Farid myself.

I understand.

Malek, we've no time to lose.

So don't come
the respectable businessman

who's been wrongly accused.

But that's what I am.

Look, I have a workman's hands.

We don't care about
the fake money.

That's Interpol's concern.
Ours is m*rder.

So, Vanessa Langlois
worked for you,

delivering your notes in Italy.

- Never seen her.
- You have.

She stole , euros from you,
remember?

So you had her k*lled.

She didn't work for me.

But I believe you have a Cherif
among your colleagues.

Which is funny,

because I too have a Cherif
working for me.

Farid Cherif.

I believe they're related?

No?

Malek won't talk.

Nor will his men.

What about Farid?

Him neither.

He's no saint,
but an accomplice to m*rder...

I can question him.

No, no. I'll do it myself.

You have to tell me what you know
about that woman's death.

With any luck,
the judge will take it into account.

What do you think?

In prison, Malek will take revenge
if he knows I talked.

He probably thinks
we're in it together.

All the more reason
to co-operate, right?

This woman,

Vanessa Langlois,
was just out of prison.

She was trying to make a go of it
for her and her kid.

He's a right to know
what happened to his mother, no?

Why am I bothering?

The idea of someone trying
to make it up to their child...

goes completely over your head.

It wasn't her delivering the notes.

Your Vanessa is a thin brunette,
like your Captain Briard,

whereas our driver is blonde.

You gave us false work rosters.

You were driving the taxi
to the warehouse.

You also took the money to Italy.

What happened
the night Vanessa d*ed?

She stole the bag,
you told Malek

and he did the foul deed,
is that it?

No. You'd never have done that.

Vanessa was your friend,
your "little sister".

You'd have spoken to her first.

The firm's losing a lot of money.
We were going bankrupt.

I couldn't let the girls down.
They depend on me.

So you agreed
to be a mule for Malek.

It wasn't enough
to pay off the debts.

So you stole from Malek?

days ago I went to the warehouse,
I was alone for a second...

And the temptation was too great.

You helped yourself.

I put the money in a bag
and hid it in the taxi.

I went back to base.

I went up to my office
to calm down.

And I realised I'd made a mistake.

Malek would k*ll me
if he found out.

You wanted to get the bag

and give it to Malek,

but Vanessa had taken the car
to meet her son.

She took off without telling me.

She wasn't answering her phone.

I was going crazy.

I managed to reach her
and we arranged to meet.

The back window was broken
and the bag was gone.

She told you she'd been robbed.

But you thought
she was swindling you.

I was terrified.

I thought of
what Malek would do to me.

I panicked.

I took out my g*n,
just to scare her.

She kept denying it.

The g*n went off on its own.

Only Vanessa told you the truth.

She didn't touch the money, the bag.

All these years I've tried my best

to stay on the right path,

so as not to relive
the nightmare of prison.

And I wanted us all
to keep our jobs,

our dignity.

How could I have believed
she'd betrayed me?

Philippe, do you mind?

What...

A procedural error
during his custody.

But I didn't...

It's not your fault.

Farid asked to see a doctor

and Gabriel forgot to follow it up.

And his lawyer
jumped at the chance.

Let me go!

Dad! Please don't hurt me!

Dad, come and get me!

Dad, come and get me, please!