Colt 45 Page #3

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Everyone was happy, except for Christian.

There was no evidence,

but he harassed me.

They sent me away so he'd forget it.

When I returned to anti-gang

Christian had calmed down.

Why?

They promised him a promotion,

Commander of BRB.

It just shows... that everyone has a price.

Everyone.

Vincent...

You're a good person.

Mistakes can be corrected

but you must pay the price.

Well...

If you need me,

you know where to find me.

Later on!

Police!

Don't move!

Down on your knees!

Thank you, gentlemen.

- What do you want?

- You know why we're here.

Of course he knows.

Right Angel?

Start the search.

Vincent, did you search that room?

Uh, no.

Where were you on April 12

and the night of April 16 and 17?

You participated in the Suresnes robbery

and in the attack in Sartrouville.

You killed nine men.

We know you're behind it.

I'm sure Denard is part too.

Commander, we're here for Denard?

You have no evidence.

Are they the same?

Take him.

Isa?

Sh*t! Joseph, call for help.

Look at me.

Breathe slowly.

Isa ...

F***!

Forgive me, Isa.

Forgive me.

The investigation must continue.

Carmini made the cartridges.

We must have his accomplices.

Luc Denard and Anti-gang boys.

Again?

They were close. When his unit

dissolved, his people joined Denard.

All cases that Carmini was suspect went

to anti-gang and closed without followup.

Courage.

- Thank you.

- Condolences, Christian.

- You're going to pay for this.

- I have nothing to do with it.

As if you had nothing to do

with Carmini's robberies.

- That case is closed.

- Really?

No matter how long it takes,

I'll get you eventually.

If the kid was on my team

she would still be alive.

- Stop!

- Be quiet.

Luc, stop it.

Good... Good...

We are gathered here to provide our

respect for Captain Isabelle Lefranc.

An exceptional woman.

A wife...

A mother, a sister and a friend.

- F***, I can't stop...

- An irreplaceable life...

- that ended too soon...

- I can't be quiet. I can't...

- Stop, Christian!

- In Sartrouville he left nine dead bodies!

- Stop, Christian!

- Huh?

- Stop, Christian!

He comes strutting around ... huh?

- Does nothing ... no principles!

- Hold up.

Work in the anti-gang unit

and get immunity to the end!

He's an assassin, he is one...

pay for your crimes ... huh!

I'll kill you!

I'll make you pay!

- He never stops. - Stop, Luc!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Show a little respect for the family.

Shame on you ... Have you no shame?

She was my family!

Worth ten times as much as you!

What family? You die alone!

You have no friends or family!

Keep looking up!

You have to pay for her death!

- You don't need me anymore?

- No.

Thanks for helping to

get that motherf***er.

I won't help with getting Denard.

If you refuse, Isa died for nothing.

Getting Luc,

won't bring her back.

You have a soft spot for Denard, right?

I learned more in one year with him,

than 15 with you.

That's what you think.

It's Ricaud.

We need weapons.

We must replenish inventory, and I

need all the original requisitions.

I'll take care of it.

F***ing Chavez.

I have nothing to do with it,

but he won't let it go.

I'm hungry.

(Shouting in Arabic)

- You deal with it?

- We can take it.

- What did they use?

- Regular 5.56.

- Do we know who it was?

- It was you.

What does that mean?

You accused Denard of robbing

go-fast...in front of everyone.

Arabic telephone did the rest.

Looks like Malik Al Sadr's method.

That's what happens to those

who attack his network...

...you get the picture?

Denard's team is here.

You better brace yourself.

Chavez, motherf***er!

- You killed him!

- Guys...

It's your fault!

- Yes, hello?

- I won't be long.

You put a trap for Carmini...

to what and why?

- What is this?

- Listen carefully.

You belong to me. Understand?

So, no initiatives.

You're crazy,

I'll turn myself in to Christian.

The more you talk, won't

make more or less corpses.

And this time,

I won't be there to clean up.

My 'Request for Transfer'.

I want you to sign it.

I'll return to the armory.

I've got no more to do here.

What is it?

Take a look at this...

A friend at Interpol

sent me this info.

There's no chance Carmini

participated in the attacks

in Suresnes and Sartrouville

since he was seen in Spain.

Carmini wasn't there, so...

Luc Denard wasn't involved.

I was wrong.

What were the cartridges

doing at his house?

There is very little time

to find who f***ed us.

A banknote from the attack

at Suresnes surfaced.

Good timing.

You stay where you are,

we're not finished here.

The Derkaoui brothers.

Tarek and Kais.

They paid with a banknote

from the attack of Suresnes.

Amateurs ...

Former Special Forces Group.

Elite military - Algerian.

- Now they rob drugs and banks.

- Ties to Carmini or anti-gang?

No...not that I know,

my contact can tell us more.

Vincent.

If things go wrong,

don't hesitate to shoot.

OK.

That's him.

He killed Carmini.

You know them?

Yes, Derkaoui brothers.

True psychopaths.

Do you know where they live?

Anything for me?

A hideout, it's new.

They're flush with heroin and MDMA.

MDMA?

It's for little girls.

I want something more.

What?

Approach.

I get a delivery in three days.

Make sure I'm not bothered...

...and that it all goes smoothly.

- I'll do what I can.

The Derkaoui's have several hideouts...

I recommend that you check-

215 Rue Colbert, in Clichy.

I hope you're right.

The Derkaoui's are heavy-weight.

If I was in your place, I'd take ninja's.

I don't want to lose you.

- Why one can know?

- Don't count us for a ride. - Oh yeah.

You know what they call

the shooter's in BAC?

- What?

- Skulls.

- The Skulls?

Forget anti-terrorist group

they support anti-gang unit.

- We need a break, let's drop it.

- No, I don't give up.

- Without the anti-terrorist group?

- We do it ourselves.

I hope you're joking.

With a marksman and rubber bullets

we can surprise them.

- We need them alive.

- It's suicide, we won't make it.

You no, Vincent yes.

I know what he's capable of.

You're in the apartment,

we're in the hallway.

You flush them out,

we cover the exits.

- Sound right?

- Hmm.

- Well?

- We lost Isabelle...

... isn't that enough?

Do you have a better idea?

- Then shut up.

- What are you doing?

- And you say nothing?

- I can do it.

Can't you see it's suicide?

He's gone over the line.

He won't stop.

He'll get you killed,

with his madness.

As if he can stop the earth

and save the world.

15 years I've been with him.

You think he asks how I feel?

But he asks you?

- Leave it alone.

- I swear...

Christian is my friend.

I'd give my right arm for him.

But this is too much.

He's been occupied

by Denard for years.

It eats him up.

You saw him at the funeral.

You can still refuse.

It will be an hour,

before he comes with authorization.

Do you know him?

No, but I thought.

- Here, rubber-bullet gun.

It's utter madness.

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