01x03 - Episode 3

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PREVIOUSLY

A serious kidney condition
chronic in the victim.

Explain the cause of death.

They tried to force dismissal
by accusing Malik of what happened to him.

It's always the same with cases like this.

You mean when it's a Maghrebian victim?

[Aïcha, in Arabic]
Now they need to return my son

so I can bury him with dignity
beside his father in Algeria.

And he was French.
We should have the funeral here.

[Ben Amar] Hasn't she already suffered
enough? That Malik wanted to convert?

[Cassini] They found this on him.

Please tell me that wasn't the reason
the police beat him to death.

Nothing's more important than family, huh?

I said nothing.

There were rioters.

We dispersed the gathering
in a proactive manner.

My bike went into a skid.

[interrogator]
You did enter the building.

I dropped my g*n.

When you reached the place
in order to look for Schmitt's g*n…

[Giorgi] There was just one guy.

Sir!

-[Marc] Fatna Oussekine? Don't move.
-No!

Shut up!

[Kiejman] A witness came in.

[cries] No, no, no, please! Don't, please!

[screaming]

The first time I saw Malik Oussekine,
he was being chased by the police.

DECEMBER 5, 1986

[people chattering]

Good luck on your first day!
Mom

[Schmitt] No.

-[Schmitt] What's your partner's name?
-[Giorgi] Garcia.

[Schmitt] Garcia! Sit with us.

Man, you belong with this group now.

I don't mean to…

Pleasure.

-It's better with us, isn't it?
-Yeah.

[Giorgi] Duruisseau's here.

Bring it in.

Gentlemen, I've finally received orders
from headquarters.

[all exclaim]

So, we're finally good to go?
Been here since this morning.

-[officer] They should've sent us home.
-All right, hold on.

The Latin Quarter is pretty calm now.

Yeah, now it's all calm,
until the next time the rioters attack us.

[all murmuring]

Right, men, it's calm,
but they want us to secure the area.

So stay in groups,

and if you see any rioters,
disperse them in a proactive manner.

-Is that clear?
-[all] Yes, Commissioner!

Let's go, Motor Units!

[officer] On your bikes!
All right, let's stay awake, guys!

That's it, man. It's time to ride.

[Schmitt] Come on, guys. Let's go!

This is it! We're riding!
We're on! Let's go!

[Sarah] Forgive me, but I--
I don't understand.

Why don't you file a complaint?

Why are you acting as if it's nothing?

I told you.
I don't want them to see me suffer.

And I don't wanna worry Mom unnecessarily.

It's just going to happen again, Fatna.

Do you really think it would stop
if I go to the police?

Sarah, we can't have
the president publicly defending us

and then be shocked
these fascists are angry.

-So what? We let it go on?
-[Mohamed] Sarah, quit it!

-Why should I quit it?
-[Fatna] Please!

There's no point in this.

We have to stay united.

At least for Mom's sake.

AUGUST 20, 1977

[people chattering in Arabic]

COURT OF ORAN

The Property Records Office?
I can't find it.

-[person] Second floor.
-[Miloud] Thank you.

[person] You're welcome.

[speaks in Arabic]

[chattering continues]

[official, in Arabic] Come in.

Hello.

Hello.

[Miloud] My family and I have been
on the road for three hours.

We came from Msirda.

Do you have an appointment?

We've been staying with my wife's family
for a week now.

Ma'am, come in with your children
and close the door.

-[Miloud mutters]
-Have a seat.

[Aïcha mutters]

-[Aïcha] Hello.
-[official] Hello. What do you want?

I have a house here in Oran.

Mmm.

I worked in France for a long time,
since before Algerian independence.

I used to send money to one of my cousins
to oversee its construction.

And now that the house is finished,
he lives there with his children,

and they don't want to leave.

I have here a property deed

which proves that I am the owner.

We want to return home.
As our president said,

"Return to your homeland."
And that's what we've done.

We no longer wish to live abroad, brother.

Is this your signature?

Yes.

What your cousin had you sign
is a property deed in his name.

It's written right here.

You can't read?

[in English]
Now the house belongs to him. That's it.

[in Arabic] Pardon me, brother,
but can't we find a solution?

Can't we produce other papers
to show my cousin cheated me, brother?

I'm not your brother.

[in English] There are laws here as well.

What were you doing over there

when you should've been learning
to read Arabic here?

What was I doing?

[in Arabic] I was paying for the
revolution with the sweat of my brow.

And what were you doing, eh?

-Miloud.
-What were you doing?

Miloud. Let's go, kids.

Let's go. Let's go, Miloud.

[official] May God help you.

[Miloud breathing heavily]

[in English] Mom!

Mom! Dad fell down!

Mom!

[Aïcha] Miloud? Miloud!

Miloud!

[in Arabic] Help! My husband!

Miloud!

Call an ambulance! Call the medics!

-[Aïcha, in English] Malik, get help!
-We need a doctor! Please help us!

Hey! Help!

I've just come back from court,
and I have news.

The results of the expert testimony
have just come in.

And they establish a probable connection

between the effects of his injuries
and Malik's demise.

So, will this lead to an indictment?

Potentially. But there's more to it.

A witness came in, a young man
who lives at 20 rue Monsieur-le-Prince.

Paul Bayzelon. He saw everything.

There were three of them.
The witness, too, was beaten.

He recognized Sergeant Schmitt,
the second policeman.

With Garcia's confession,
we can get two indictments.

And the third one gets a pass?

-What about his indictment?
-[Kiejman] The third one?

I don't know if you realize,
this witness changes everything.

There is no burying this.
They'll have to do a reconstruction.

That's how we get them.

But this witness, he's the last person
to see Malik alive, right?

Yes, undoubtedly.

MALIK DIED HERE
OF "KIDNEY FAILURE"

-[lock buzzes]
-[door opens]

[Ben Amar] Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Are you Paul Bayzelon?

Malik was my brother.

So sorry about your brother.

I didn't mean to bother you.

I just wanted to talk a while.

I told the police everything.

I know that, yeah. Thanks for that.

I, uh-- I have a quick question.

Did Malik say anything to you,
uh, before he passed?

No.

There wasn't time.

Also, uh, I wanted to know, did he…

Was he dressed up or…

Because a few hours earlier,
I went past his house.

We had planned to eat at my mother's.

He didn't wanna go.

He was dressed up to the nines.

He put a tie on.

[chuckles] I teased him a little.

He got kind of upset. He was mad at me.

I, mean, well, I thought he was.

Well, could you say…

if he was wearing a tie or not?

[exhales] Listen, I don't…

remember much.

It was dark, I mean…

So sorry.

Malik Oussekine, 22 years old:
He wanted a job, fast

"I hope you're doing well
where you're living.

Hope you didn't hurt anything skiing."

[chuckles]

"Mom told me you would write more
if she learned to read.

It won't be easy, but please write to us."

[chuckles]

"Or is it too hard to lift your pen now?

Please send us some news, big sister.

-Hugs from us all…"
-[door opens, closes]

[sighs] You okay?

[Sarah] Mm-hmm.

[Yann sighs]

It's a bad idea
to be unearthing all these things.

Sarah?

For your peace of mind.

You knew it.

What?

The day Malik died,

when they found him by the building,

did you know he was dead?

But you kept quiet…

for my peace of mind.

I'm sorry, Sarah.

You know how I found out?

From a voice on the phone

saying these words…

"One less rat."

That's how I was informed
my brother had been k*lled.

So now when it comes to
what's best for me,

I prefer to decide on my own.

[dialing]

-[phone rings]
-[Romain] Hello?

Hey, Romain. How are you?
What's happening?

[sighs] Hey, I've been trying to reach you
for two days, Mo.

I know things are complicated
for you now, okay?

But-- But it sucks for us too.

-Our clients are all leaving us.
-What do you mean?

I mean, they're dropping us,
one after the other.

They're switching to other suppliers
since this business began.

-I mean, I don't know what to do anymore.
-[line beeping]

Well, uh, call them back, eh?
We just call each of them back and try--

No! I've tried that already, okay?
They all said the same thing.

What?

Uh, well, they, uh…

-Romain, what are they saying?
-They're freaking out, Mohamed!

I'm not sure, but I get the idea
that they were threatened,

or they were told that if they keep
working with you, they'll be in deep sh*t.

Deep sh*t?

Listen, try calling the laundries
in Asnières and Amiens.

Try talking to them face-to-face,
reassure them,

because I don't know what to do.

I can't deal with this anymore.
It's overwhelming and exhausting.

-[line beeping]
-I can't keep doing this.

Sorry, but there's nothing more I can say,
I just… [sighs]

Hey, I'm about to be cut off.
I'm out of change.

Do you hear what I said?
Mohamed, I'm trying to tell you that--

[line clicks]

[exhales]

[Sarah] "I'm a mother like you,
and I share your pain.

I wish you courage and strength.

I hope justice will be done,
and you will find peace.

I know that your mourning
will be difficult.

You and your children are in my thoughts.

Yesterday, I went to 20 Monsieur-le-Prince

with my children to leave flowers
in memory of your son, Malik."

[door opens, closes]

[both speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[in English] Hey.

I'll go and change.

[in English]
Mohamed, what is in that envelope?

Nothing.

Sarah.

The left's lies
OUSSEKINE CASE: THE SETUP

[Aïcha] What is it? Is that us?

No, Mom. It's nothing. Sarah, please.

-[Aïcha] What does it say?
-[Mohamed] Nothing important.

This country has to get rid of
your entire family of criminals

[Mohamed] Sarah.

I saw your sister's face changing.

-Sarah! Tell me what.
-It's nothing, Mom. I promise.

[Ben Amar] What is that?

-Nothing!
-[Sarah] It's sh*t!

[Mohamed] Right, it's sh*t!

OUSSEKINE CASE
Mohammed, head of the family

-[Ben Amar] What's this nonsense?
-So what is it?

You read it?

I just spoke to the lawyers
about suing for defamation.

-It's coming off the shelves.
-And you said nothing?

I haven't had the time, okay?

So, it's falsified?

Did you just ask that?

Of course it's falsified!

Read it to me right now.

[in Arabic] Just because I can't read
doesn't make me stupid!

Ben Amar, read for me.

"Mohamed, head of the family,
a very strange person.

This Oussekine travels around the world
as a specialist of global finance.

He's surely one of the few immigrants
who puts up anti-r*cist posters

-while wearing cashmere."
-There's no need to suffer through this.

It's just to smear me, Mom. It's nothing.

It's not about only you, Mohamed.

[in Arabic] Go on.

[in English] "The litter.

The Oussekine litter meets at the home
of their mother Aïcha most weekends,

much like any French family."

Okay, that's enough.

What's this word, "litter"?

-It's just a way…
-[clicks tongue]

It's puppies, Mom.

[speaks Arabic]

And that means that they called us dogs.

-You've said enough, Sarah.
-What? Don't you hear her?

She wants the truth.
We can't keep on protecting her.

She wants to understand.

-Isn't that true?
-[Ben Amar] Sarah, please.

Mom, the truth is, there are people
who are angry because we want justice.

And they'll do anything they can
to stop us.

The same ones who pissed on the doorstep
and the same ones who wrote this junk

-and the same ones who assaulted Fatna.
-Shut your mouth!

Fatna?

-What happened to Fatna?
-Nothing.

Sarah!

Sarah…

Sarah? Sarah!

Listen, please.

Just talk to me. What's the matter?

What's the matter?

I am sick of you making
all the decisions on your own.

And I'm sick of being quiet.

Can't be my dad or the big boss of us all.

Okay. What's this about?

Talk to me.

You don't think I see the looks
you give Kiejman when I speak up?

But you're always so hostile, Sarah.

I feel like maybe you don't see
how lucky we are to have him.

"Hostile"? Just because
I want those people in jail?

And the complaint?
Yesterday, you told Fatna to stay quiet.

Now, you file a complaint
without informing us?

But you know what
I've been going through lately over this.

Because I have to save my business
before it's too late.

Or we'll end up with nothing. That clear?

You understand?

I'm doing all of this for you, Sarah!

Everything I've done,
it's all been for you!

Well, I hope you're fine with the results.

[footsteps descending stairs]

SEPTEMBER 16, 1977

Everything okay?

Get me a little water.

[Malik] Uh, sorry.

[Miloud] It's all right.

[breathing heavily]

You been keeping busy?

I'm out of things to read.

The time doesn't exactly speed by.

And it smells like sheep here too.

Malik.

My boy king.

But Dad?

Yes?

I'd rather be living in France.

Don't worry, Son.

Very soon, you will go there.

You'll go back with Mohamed.

[Malik] And you?

I'm staying here.

Mohamed?

[in Arabic]
You're responsible for the family.

You're the boss, the head of the family.

Eh?

[in English] And you, little Malik.

You listen to your big brother, okay?

Stay together for me.

The family is most important, Son.

[people shouting]

[Schmitt] Get him!

[Malik] Sir!

Excuse me!

Please, sir!

Please, please! Sir, help! Open the door!

-Help, please!
-[breathing heavily]

Open the door, will you, please?

Sir, will you please let me in?

Open the door.

-[banging on door continues]
-[breathing heavily]

[Schmitt, indistinct]

[Jeannin] The lobby is too narrow,

so we'll remain outside
while observing what happened.

All right, Mr. Bayzelon.

Uh, explain to me where you were

and how you found
Sergeant Schmitt's weapon.

-[Bayzelon] Um…
-[officer] Step back now, please.

Okay, uh, the g*n was there,
right next to Malik.

[shutter clicks]

I picked up the g*n,

and I was gonna call the police
from my apartment

-and ask them to come retrieve it.
-Excuse me, my name is Garaud.

I represent Officer Schmitt.

He is certain
he never entered the building at all.

How do you explain how it happens
his g*n was found inside?

In reality, you picked it up
off the sidewalk

where Sergeant Schmitt dropped it
after he skidded out--

Hold on. This is a reconstruction,
not a game show on TV.

So please refrain from interrupting as a--

Precisely. We're supposed to get
to the bottom of what occurred,

and I'm pointing out
that this witness has been inconsistent.

Speaking of inconsistencies,

I see a much larger one
in Sergeant Schmitt's version.

He says he fell off his motorcycle

at the corner of rue Racine
and rue Monsieur-le-Prince.

And shouldn't he logically have looked for
his g*n near where he fell,

instead of inside a building
down the block?

-Right.
-This isn't a game show.

Isn't that what you just said?

Assuming that Schmitt had
simply lost his weapon--

Brigade Sergeant Schmitt!

Assuming that the sergeant happened
to lose the weapon after his fall,

as he would have us believe.

Come with me. Pardon me.

-Excuse me.
-Oh, certainly. After you.

Close the door for a minute.

[clears throat]

We can agree that it was impossible
for Mr. Bayzelon

to see anything on the outside.

So, to spot a g*n on the sidewalk…

Come with me. The door, please.

Excuse me. May I?

Pardon me.

What are you doing?

Trying to see how the g*n might have
jumped the curb and got into the building.

But as you see, it just can't be done.

That's because the g*n was in the building
when it was found,

which is all the confirmation we need
that Sergeant Schmitt did go inside.

Your Honor,
if Sergeant Schmitt hung onto his weapon,

even when wiping out on his motorcycle,

then you can imagine how viciously
he worked at beating on Malik.

All right, Mr. Bayzelon,
you may finish the demonstration.

So, as I was saying,
I was gonna go home and--

At what point did you use the weapon
to threaten Giorgi?

[scoffs]

You kidding me here?

-If we consider the testimony--
-I will not abide these accusations!

Excuse me, hold on.

If Giorgi's statement is correct,

obviously Mr. Bayzelon's version
can't be true.

Position him facing Officer Giorgi,
and you'll see just what I mean.

-[bystander] Oh, my God.
-[Bayzelon scoffs]

[Jeannin] All right, then.
Officer Giorgi, come here.

Go search for the weapon. Demonstrate.

-So when I arrived, he was turned around.
-[camera shutter clicks]

He turned around and aimed his weapon
directly at me as if to sh**t.

-[scoffs]
-So I disarmed him by grabbing his wrist.

Ah, give me a break!
That-- That's impossible!

Complete and total fabrication.
We both know you're lying.

-Listen, Mr. Jeannin--
-This reconstruction is a joke!

And I refuse to participate
one second more.

-Pardon me.
-[chattering]

-Can't someone go after him?
-I'll go.

Mr. Bayzelon, please.
You're falling into their trap.

This is a disgrace!

[Jeannin] Find me a stand-in
for Mr. Bayzelon!

Step back.

[bystander] A stand-in?

Okay, you can be our witness.
Continue, Officer Giorgi.

[Giorgi] Like I said,
he had his back turned,

and then he turned around
and pointed the g*n at me,

-and I thought he was gonna sh**t.
-[Jeannin] Mm-hmm.

-So I grabbed his arm and disarmed him.
-[Jeannin] Mm-hmm.

[Giorgi] Then I came back outside
with the weapon.

[Jeannin] So you say
you disarmed Mr. Bayzelon to keep…

He won't come back.

-[Jeannin] Is that right?
-[Giorgi] Yes, sir.

[Jeannin] He was a danger to you
as well as everyone else.

That was your duty
as an officer of the law,

is that correct, Officer Giorgi?

And the weapon, what about the weapon?

What became of the weapon
after you disarmed Mr. Bayzelon?

ONE YEAR LATER

Do you like it there?

[continues indistinctly]

It's all right. It's not far.

As soon as you leave to go there
with your mom? Yeah?

We can have our own place there, just us.

It will be nice.

[officer] One set of keys,

a credit card, ID card,

a watch…

a Bible, a comb,



That doesn't belong to Malik.

All these things are his, ma'am.

Sign here, please.

OUSSEKINE CASE

[Ben Amar] You okay, Mom?

Mm-hmm.

So, glad we're all going to Fatna's?

Mmm.

[in Arabic] It's been a long time
since I've seen my children all together.

[baby crying]

She's hungry.

We'll be there soon.

I have to say my prayer, also.

[Saba] Oh, you were so hungry,
my little girl.

[baby fussing]

Who's Mommy's sweetest little girl?

-Who's my sweet girl?
-It's me.

[journalist] Good evening, everyone.

We're now in the second round
of presidential elections.

Less than nine minutes from now,

we'll be showing you, right here
on this program, the face of the newly…

[Mohamed] Here. It's not bad. You'll see.

[Sarah giggles]

We've arranged with Europe 1
and Paris Match

to set up this system to inform you
of the results…

-as soon as possible.
-All right, Mom?

You sure you don't want some juice
or anything to drink?

[in Arabic] No thank you, my dear.

[in English] I'm all right.

[Jean-Louis] Aïcha, please try to relax.

-Thank you, Jean-Louis. You are so kind.
-[baby fussing]

…and all throughout Africa
and more than 20 countries.

[Ben Amar] Where's your boyfriend?
Why isn't he here?

Ah, so you're interested now?

He's on election duty.

Actually, Ben, did you vote already?

-I told you I prefer you call me Amar.
-Oh, that's right. [chuckles]

Guess he never mentioned
that he used to go by the name Ben.

From when he used to party in the clubs.

He wasn't spending much time
at the mosque. [chuckles]

-Come on. We can laugh, right?
-Only you laugh at those things.

Okay, Amar?

Who'd you vote for anyway?

I didn't vote. I lost my registration.

-Not a bad excuse.
-[Mohamed] What excuse?

-[Sarah] You're gonna get scolded.
-I didn't vote.

You didn't vote?

I told you this was important.

The election of Mitterrand is
our last chance for due process.

[Fatna] We voted at the community school.

Everyone around here votes Communist,
just so you know.

Between Uncle Francois and Chichi,
they just stay home.

-[Mohamed] You call him Chichi?
-[Fatna] Stop!

I should remind you that with Chirac,
there is Pasqua and Pandraud?

The one's we've been up against
for two years!

Let me take her.

No, that's all right.
I can hold her a little bit more.

So, would you say Mitterrand is better?

It's odd because back then
you weren't big on socialists.

[in Arabic] Stop it. That's enough.

[in English] Mitterrand came in person
to express condolences to Mom.

He didn't have to do that! He was sincere.

His little circus for the cameras after,
was that sincere as well?

Stop. Not everyone is that cynical.

Well, you're the ones acting naive.

He was using us and Mom and Malik.

If he gets reelected tonight
then he should thank Malik.

[Jean-Louis] My father always said,
"Families should avoid two subjects.

That's politics and religion." [chuckles]

Anyone hungry? Time to eat. Come on.

Must be tiring
lecturing everybody constantly.

We're with Mom every day.

I was always there her side.

Mohamed did everything for her
to make sure Malik could do as he pleased

and you could as well.

What did you do, huh? What?

-I'll put her to bed.
-[Sarah] Me?

Exactly.
You have no idea how much I've done.

And now you're defending Momo?

[in Arabic] I'll be back.

[Sarah] After you talk about him
behind his back? as*h*le.

Maybe that's religion.
It affects your memory.

[Ben Amar] Just stop it, Sarah.

[Sarah] You're full of sh*t.

[Ben Amar] You don't know
what you're saying.

[Sarah] Oh, and you do?

You have no idea
what I've had to go through.

-Apparently, you live in another world.
-[clattering in distance]

[dog barks]

All right, Sarah, that's enough.
That's it.

Just stop lecturing everyone.

You wanna talk about contradictions?

Like that cop you live with?

[Aïcha]
Fatna, there's a strange noise outside.

Don't be worried, Mama.

There's gonna be noises.
We're in the country.

Come sit. We're having dinner now.

Well, at least I'm not using anything
as a shield, unlike some of you.

Oh, come on! Tell me.
Where's my shield, huh?

You can see everybody's problems,
sure, except your own, Sarah!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

I wanted all of us
to come together tonight.

All of us gathered around Mom.

Would you look at her!
Don't you see how this is affecting her?

[sighs]

[Aïcha, in Arabic] I never thought I could
accept so much out of love of my children.

My God, I didn't think it was possible.

[in English] I can accept you as you are.

You each have your own way of living.

Not what I wanted it to be.

That makes no difference.

Such is the heart of a mother.

You are my children.

I love you the same.

If I'm willing to live with this,

why can't you do the same for each other?

Tell me why?

[Fatna] Look what you've done to her.

[dog barking]

-Can't you all just--
-Wait. What was that?

-[Jean-Louis] What is it?
-What?

Something's burning. Fire!

-Out! Everyone out! Quickly!
-Rania!

-Hurry up! Mom!
-[Ben Amar] Rania!

-Mom, come quick!
-[Jean-Louis] Everyone outside! Fire!

-Hurry up!
-[Ben Amar] Go, go!

[Fatna] Get out, everyone!

-[all shouting]
-Where's Amar? Amar!

-[Jean-Louis] Go, go, go!
-[Fatna] Jean-Louis! Jean-Louis!

-[Mohamed] Amar!
-[Ben Amar] I'm here. I'm right here.

-[Fatna] Has anyone seen Jean-Louis?
-[Sarah] He's right here!

[Fatna] Okay, he's here!

[Jean-Louis] I called the fire department.

Oh, sh*t! I don't believe this.

-Yeah, okay?
-What did they do?

FRANCE FOR THE FRENCH

[indistinct]

[journalist]
We'll find out in the news up next.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Here is the face of the next president
of the Republic of France.

François Mitterrand is reelected
with 53.9% of the vote.

[chattering]

-Sir.
-[Garaud] Hello.

Hello.

Mr. Garaud!

Thank you for coming in.

Sorry, but I can't ask you to sit down.

These men on the left won't
even lower themselves to sit

in the same chairs we do.

It has to be modern.
Like Prouvé or Perriand or Starck.

Every syllable of what you said
went over my head.

Mmm.

The socialists think they're too good
to sit in Louis XV chairs.

It seems to weigh on their conscience.

You know, I really hate them.

Especially the ones
of the silver spoon variety.

You know the ones,

who live on family money
but give you lessons on morality.

Hmm. You won't be forgotten.

[chuckles] Come now, Garaud. None of that.

Tell me what's going on with Oussekine.

With the left in power,
a trial is almost inevitable, I'd say.

Sure, yeah, but what else?

There is no more. Nothing in the file.

It's all about Kiejman.

Kiejman…

Funny you should mention his name.

I'll read you this quote
I just saw about him.

Listen to this.

"This bald
and slightly hunched over man can stare

with hard, black eyes
that look straight through you.

A stylish lawyer,
he has an unbearable self-assurance,

and yet he is deathly afraid
that no one will love him."

Hmm. Nicely turned.

Not by me. It's Henri Nallet.

Socialist.

Not all leftists are bad.

[chuckles]

Listen now, Garaud.

It's crucial for me to continue
to protect this institution.

It's unbearable to imagine
my men getting fed to the lions,

treated like mere criminals.

Don't worry about that.
They won't be convicted.

They're not culpable, and it won't happen.

Very good.

-[knocking]
-[door opens]

-Hello.
-[Dartevelle] Hello.

Didn't Ben Amar and Sarah come with you?

Um, no.

Sit down, Mohamed, won't you, please.

[sighs]

There's a development,
and it's a positive thing.

Two developments. May I?

Mohamed, we won the case
of libel against the magazine, Minute.

You and your family have been awarded


My thanks.

Too bad your brother and sisters
couldn't be here today.

Mohamed,

the trial will proceed.

The two police officers
who k*lled Malik will face charges.

And the third one?

I'm sorry, but there isn't any proof
against him, Mohamed.

The only thing we know for certain is
that he went to search for the weapon.

[exhales]

[Kiejman] Believe me, Mohamed.
We have come a long way.

It exceeds expectations

that these two policemen
would face these battery charges.

[Dartevelle] Mohamed,
it's not a victory. Far from it.

But for you and your family,

it's a step toward recognizing
what happened to Malik.

Between now and the trial, I want you
and your family to save your strength.

You're gonna need it.

[door opens, closes]

[Yann] How are you?

What's wrong?

What?

It's over, Yann.

-W-What do you mean?
-It's over.

You need to get your things
and leave the apartment right away.

Are you joking with me?

Hang on. Tell me what I did wrong.

Nothing.

You didn't do anything,
but that's the problem.

Sarah…

After my brother died,
you said you'd quit the police,

that that job wasn't for you.

You looked me in the eye
and gave your word.

Do you think it's as simple as that?

-To go and find myself a new career?
-But you haven't even looked.

You're not stupid.
There's plenty of stuff you could do.

The truth is, you like being a cop.

I can't be with a cop.
I've tried everything.

I can't. It's impossible.

[song playing on radio, indistinct]

So, I have to make a choice, is that it?

Either you or my job?

No.

This is the choice that I'm making.

Leave your keys in the mail slot, please.

Sarah.

Give me a chance. Sarah, please!

Let's not make this decision so fast.

Oh, I'm not making a fast decision.

You and I have nothing in common.

We can't be together.
We have nothing in common.

Sarah, please. Sarah!

[song continues]

[performer singing in French]

[song continues]

[song continues]

[song ends]

[Ben Amar] Such a good girl.

[cooing]

[whispering, indistinct]

There.

That's good.

Oh, careful, careful.

There you go. Such a sweet baby girl.

Warm bath.

Perfect. Yeah.

OCTOBER 21, 1978

[people chanting prayers in Arabic]

[chanting continues]

And now, the helmet.

"Schmitt. Garcia."

Batons.

"Schmitt. Garcia."

CASE RE: SCHMITT AND GARCIA

[Malik] Open the door, please!
Open up, I beg you!

Mister, can you open it?
I'm begging you! Open it, please! Please!

[breathing heavily]

[footsteps approaching]