Colt 45 Page #4

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- And if it goes wrong?

- Don't worry about me.

Police!

Drop your weapons!

Don't shoot!

We surrender!

Vincent, it's good.

They surrendered.

You did fine, don't worry.

Come on, get up.

Banknotes are from Suresnes job.

The numbers correspond.

Nicolas confirms the drugs are

from Malik Al Sadr's network.

What?

It's Ricaud...

I know why you avoid me.

It's you who stole the guns,

but you were not careful enough.

Out of respect for Chavez,

you get a choice.

You can turn yourself in to me,

or I send the federal police.

- He released them?

- I'll come.

I have the money and the drugs!

I don't give a damn!

What do you mean by "classified"?

Are you kidding me?

The Chief Constable has

ordered them released.

He's gone to

fix it with him.

Christian!

Move...get the hell out!

What's with you?

- Listen to me!

- Move!

It's f***ing serious.

Get out, it's serious!

What is it? Huh?

- What's wrong with you?

- It's all my fault.

- What are you talking about?

- Isa and all...

- Isa what?

Her death, the Derkaoui's,

all that happened...

What are you saying?

- It's all my fault.

- No, what's going on?

Come here.

What are you talking about?

Calm, breathe.

It's my fault...Luc's death

and all the others, it's my fault.

- It's all my fault.

- What are you talking about?

Here, join.

Sit in the car.

What have you done?

I take charge of it all.

I dare not tell you,

because...

- I will do what he asks.

- No.

You do as I say.

By order of the Commissioner,

I am classifying this case...

...then Milo, we go after him together.

This case will stay between us.

Had I been closer to you,

this never would've happened.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

Forgive me.

Christian ... Christian ...

F***!

Where are the Derkaoui's ?

Where?

- Give me an address!

- F*** you!

Give me their address!

Now!

- It must be now!

- It's OK

OK, OK.

I'm protected.

I'm protected.

Come here! Don't move!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Look at me.

The guy this morning, Milo.

What do you know about him?

- What do you know?

- F*** you!

What do you know about him?

What do you know?

What do you know,

you dirty sh*t! What?

- Speak!

- I gave him a tip about Sartrouville.

- Where is he?

- Stop, I'll tell you.

No, No, No, don't do it!

You compromised the mission.

You killed a Police Commander.

- He had tracked us.

Why so hard?

The kid is no longer a priority.

- You lost control and

it's not the first time.

A few more days,

then he is ready.

Milo, you failed.

Drop it. That's an order.

Listen, I'll manage I'll manage!

Alright? Trust me.

Who are you motherf***er?

Who?

Did you kill Chavez?

I told you - shut up.

Stand up.

You don't get it, do you?

I made you a war-machine.

Join me,

You can not return.

Look at me.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

FRESNES PRISON:

Miles.

Get dressed.

Mr. Miles

Please sit down.

You are serving a life sentence.

This is a presidential pardon.

It can take effect immediately.

I command a special unit

attached to the French army.

Our mission is to operate

outside the legal system.

Officially we don't exist.

To wipe out terrorism,

we use methods...

...our government can

not condone publicly.

Recovered money from

Suresnes robbers...

...provided funds necessary

to finance the group.

Attack at Go-fast was our first mission.

We had to destroy a network...

...that financially supported

international terrorism.

I've had my eye on you

since the competition.

I was hoping that Milo could

convince you to join us.

But after he proposed buying

your explosive cartridges...

...probably too quick,

you severed all contact.

Milo was given carte blanche

to make you change your mind.

But he went too far,

and I am sorry.

Join us ... and you are free.

I want you under my command,

Vincent.

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