Diamond 13 Page #2

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They came to my place.

I kept mum.

It's ok.

I don't need anyone's help to fall.

Calhoune's stirring it up?

She mentioned Maretti too?

We all drag sh*t around.

In my case, it's Maretti.

Professional misconduct won't wash.

The disciplinary committee...

The disciplinary committee

does as it's told.

It's already settled.

I won't defend myself.

I'll be in the guardroom.

Man the phone. Wake me in an hour.

We're on our way.

Night service...

Hi, princess. Put Mat on.

He's resting.

Want me to fetch him?

Tell him it's started.

He'll understand.

I want to see you now.

That's impossible.

Why?

It wouldn't be good for you.

Gotta go.

Yeah.

Don't worry. I'm on my way.

It's ok, I said.

We do everything as planned.

Sh*t...

- Need a piss?

- No thanks.

Have one anyway.

Move!

This is too big,

even for a cop like you.

Who mentioned cops?

Don't screw up.

There's back-up outside.

I'm dead so don't piss me off.

- Open it!

- Cut the crap.

Franck...

Shut up!

Let's work this out.

Strip, you f***er!

Don't piss me off!

Move it!

Move it, you f***er!

Your pants now! Drop them!

What're you doing here?

Did I sleep long?

Nearly an hour.

What's up?

A girl up a pylon at the station.

The cops are there.

She's threatening to jump.

Is that all?

Yes, that's all.

The station...

A pylon...

All right.

Drive!

All clear.

You stand no chance.

Every exit is covered.

Depends on the exit. Drive.

Douse the lights and veer right.

Stop the car.

What now?

Lock it.

Did you ever imagine

I might refuse to cooperate?

Not for a second.

What's up?

The keys.

HQ, we're on site.

What?

He's up there, ok.

You think I told him to play King Kong?

Pull your finger out and get him.

I'll call you back.

Pain in the ass.

If you're doing it, do it now.

If you wait, it gets harder.

Plus it's f***ing freezing.

Who the hell cares?

Got a name?

Sure, only dogs don't have names.

What's your name?

Your first name.

Farida.

I'm Mat. Mathieu. It's up to you.

Screw that!

Just piss off and leave me be!

What made you come up here?

Those cops wanted to screw me.

Didn't they tell you?

Let's talk on the ground.

Come on now.

Come here.

I don't want to!

Whatever.

Look at this.

This is what you'll look like

if you decide to jump.

Like the idea?

Well?

Why are you here?

Sit down.

Suspended sentence?

Insults and violence

towards a police officer.

What were you busted

for last time?

Drugs.

What d'you reckon I'll get?

Using and dealing drugs,

that'll cost you.

I should've f***ing jumped.

Don't talk crap.

This way.

You're wasting your time!

Enough!

Kill me.

I don't have what you want.

Ok, Nono? Still on beer?

Want to move on to harder stuff?

Leave the bottle!

- Get off.

- Where's Lon gone?

Why would I know?

Because I'm asking.

I'm not married to her, ok.

Give me that!

Stop taking the heat out with you.

Something bad could happen.

Give me that. Just cut the crap.

You're pissing me off.

Franck...

A madman.

This is for the Disciplinary Division.

Nothing useful.

Whoever did it had gloves.

Looks like the top brass is wired.

I won't leave it at this!

You missed a real spat.

The pretty Calhoune wanted the case.

Thanks a lot, sir!

Heard the rumor?

She has a finger up every chief's ass.

She must have a reason

to react like that.

Don't try to keep anything from me.

You've been suspended?

Not officially yet.

Anything to add?

- Give me the autopsy.

- Internal inquiry.

If you've something to sell,

deal with Moll.

Come on, it's ok.

You can go.

Sign this.

Custody terminated.

Take your belongings,

then get out. Sign here.

What's the catch?

No catch.

Hurry or I'll change my mind.

Why?

It'd take too long to explain.

Off you go.

Thanks.

A fag thing.

Strangled

in a service station crapper,

pants around his ankles,

coked up.

Never even got hosed.

Quickly, you fuzz, I'm running late.

Two low caliber bullets

caused internal hemorrhaging.

Before dying,

he was struck with a blunt object

causing non-lethal fracturing.

Then they blew his brains out.

High caliber going by the damage.

I'll spare you the medical jargon,

but this guy was a goner.

Cancer.

God knows

how he was still standing.

Couldn't you have spared us that?

No one made you come.

Put this in the safe for me.

This too.

I'll sign for it later.

What'll you do,

now you're suspended?

My laundry.

I could've pinched the rest.

I only wanted your address.

I found your place.

The door was open.

I thought

you wouldn't be far away.

I never thought

I'd make love to a cop one day...

We didn't really make love.

That's ok.

It was nice anyway.

You fell asleep.

You had nightmares.

You looked like a child.

All cops have nightmares.

It comes with the job.

You don't have to stay a cop.

Nothing says I have to change.

Is this your wife?

She was.

How was she?

Pricey.

What about me?

You're pretty.

Pretty?

That's all?

That's not bad.

Sh*t!

Is this you?

Who else, d*ckhead?

You crazy f***er!

Who's your boss?

The chief of police good enough?

I'll keep this.

What's it about?

A suspended cop with a friend

killed in suspect

and mysterious circumstances.

A friend with a good memory.

This came by registered mail.

Take a look.

You took Maretti out to prevent him

from ratting on Franck

and their deals together.

But your pal wasn't that crooked

if he left this time bomb.

They could reopen the case with this.

Sh*t...

Why me?

Why don't you go?

You can keep it.

You know the documents are worthless

without the originals.

What's going on?

This area's private.

Ali Baba Mike is dead.

What do you know?

I'm listening.

Ali was my squeeze.

He had a meeting last night.

He never came home.

This morning, three guys turned up.

They were animals.

One rammed his gun in my mouth.

They cuffed me

and then trashed the place.

They wanted Ali.

Before they left,

the one in charge beat me up.

Not hard blows but it hurt.

I was freaking out

because of my vocal chords.

Singing's all I can do.

They were cops?

No idea.

What now?

What are we playing, pal?

At asking no questions, pal.

Just get in the car.

It's my daughter's birthday.

She's 18 today.

Any kids, Mat?

Never found anyone

to have them with.

Franck...

When did he join the big boys?

The day he helped out

and gave us Maretti.

Maretti was becoming a big problem.

For a lot of people.

What did you lose yesterday?

A safe channel

and a trusted middle man.

I lost Franck.

Don't forget the raw material

and the money.

You know the proverb:

money won't kill you.

But it can leave you wounded for life.

Law and order, Mr. Policeman,

aren't we both committed to them?

What do you want?

I don't mean you any harm.

There's no sense in men like us

being at war.

Save that act

for your girl's boyfriends.

- What do you want from me?

- Everything.

Get it back and we'll be quits.

You're allowed

to take your cut, of course.

What's to say I know?

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