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Hold on a second.

I'm the police, okay?

Look! I am the police.

I ask the questions,

you answer them.

Why won't you talk to me?

'Cos I'm a woman?

Shame on you.

Go home

and look after your husband and kids.

Shame on me?

Don't talk to me like that!

Respect, okay?

You're sure you read the Qur'an?

Prove it.

Tell me,

if you're a man and a good Muslim,

tell me just where it says

a father

can force his daughter to marry.

Show me.

You think you can teach me the Qur'an?

Where does it say

a woman isn't allowed to work?

Show me!

Call yourself Muslim?

You taint us.

The Qur'an teaches respect. Got it?

- Is there a problem here?

- No, no problem.

There is no problem!

- You want something to drink?

- Water!

Mehdi.

My father.

Is it couscous?

A tagine.

Child Protection

covers lots of things like vice

and narcotics, no?

Minors get caught up in drugs.

Sure, but we mostly handle

vice-related cases.

He arrests pedophiles.

Not only pedophiles.

That can't always be easy.

Isn't it tough, constant insults?

No. Thanks.

People hate the cops.

They're never there when you need them.

Okay...

What do you dial for the police?

- 12, isn't it?

- No, it's 17.

Is it really 17?

What's Melissa like day to day?

It's not easy for me to talk

about Melissa with her dad.

And it's not easy to talk

about someone sitting next to you.

Granddad...

Do you like my new love?

Sure.

Do you like him?

Whatever you like, I like.

Feels great, giving you stuff.

Are you pleased or laughing at me?

It's so ugly!

I was sending a text or something.

I had my phone in my hand.

And this girl comes over,

like, let me see that.

So I show her and she takes it,

and I'm like...

Can you get to the...

When you met the boys.

That's what I'm telling you.

So the girl's taken your phone

and you say...

They've got your phone.

After that, what happened?

I ask for it back.

She's like,

sure, if you give my friends head.

I'm like, okay.

Okay to what?

To blowing them for my phone.

You really liked your phone.

No kidding.

And for a laptop?

Sorry, slipped out.

Take no notice.

It's not you...

We can't do this with those two...

Stop it!

Sorry, don't mind us.

In the police,

we're not usually like this.

You don't give head for a phone.

You realize that?

It was a smartphone.

Sorry.

Sit down and let's finish up here.

You followed the whole group.

I need 20 volunteers for a special op.

- What kind?

- That's all I have.

We'll go next door.

This is chaos!

Check it out. You never know.

Go with them and fill me in later.

Where were we?

We can talk seriously now, Caroline...

I've lost my phone.

An informer says

the Emeralds

will hand the Beggars stolen jewels

worth 1 million euros.

The drop's tomorrow at 2 p.m.,

at Domus mall.

All we know is they'll come by car,

most likely with wives and kids.

And armed.

Which one's Chrys's hubby?

Black shirt by the cabinet.

Over there?

We'll tail them,

let the drop take place...

Not what I imagined.

We follow them to their cars

and we arrest them

only when they're inside the vehicles.

Look at the photos.

You'll get a list of car plate numbers.

As for the CPU,

I'll be honest,

you're extras tomorrow.

Everybody in position?

Okay, Alex. Standing by.

Martin in position in the garage.

Copy that.

Hey, kids!

We're on a mission.

Beggars in view on the escalator,

Eastern Gate.

I repeat, at the Eastern Gate.

Nadine, CPU.

They just passed the desk.

Gabriel, CPU.

Beggars right in front of me.

They're looking all over, on-edge.

Iris.

They just passed by me.

We have them on visual. Stay in position.

Emeralds arriving,

opposite direction.

The drop's imminent.

Stay alert.

Meeting outside the bed store.

Outside the bed store.

What's up?

This is it.

Stay calm, act natural.

It's them.

Be discreet.

Discreet.

Be discreet, please.

Put it away.

Hands UP!

Get down!

Everybody on the floor!

Take it easy! Calm down.

Back off!

Hands behind you!

The cuffs!

We'll take over!

F***ing CPU!

What the hell happened?

Back off, I said.

We're everywhere.

Shut it!

Put your gun away!

Stop!

Where you gonna go?

Shut it!

Back up!

Stay there!

There are cops everywhere.

Back up, a**hole!

He's your son!

I don't give a sh*t!

He's not my kid!

He's a kid, that's what counts!

Where are you going?

Stop there!

Sir!

Don't move!

Don't touch it!

My arm's numb.

Even with a vest,

I still f***ing get shot!

That really is dumb.

It's okay, you're not dead.

You're not dead.

- Couldn't even be an extra.

- We are the extras.

Don't worry, We did a great job.

It's okay.

Don't look at it.

Sign here.

What?

What?

Chrys!

Don't run!

Can you hear us, kid?

What?

He wants Pepitos.

- What?

- Pepitos.

I'll go.

You'll get the wrong ones.

I'll take it with.

You okay, fella?

Does it hurt?

You were starving.

Don't they feed you here?

He makes such a mess when he eats.

I'm going for a smoke.

I'll be back in 5.

You love me a bit, don't you?

2 wives, so you're polygamous?

- No.

- What do you mean?

Polygamy means several wives.

So you'd say you are...

A bigamist.

Bigamist, okay.

What's your sex-life with your wives?

I'm a romantic.

I like fellatio.

Do you?

Fellatio!

What's that?

Sh*t, I'll start a fire.

Keep it down. I'm working.

Jesus!

So, fellatio,

you've never heard of it?

Okay, fine.

That's it for today.

I'll talk to your daughter

and be in touch.

I'll see you out.

You okay? Not too tired?

No, I'm fine.

And you?

You think I don't see you on Facebook?

$0?

Don't we have work to do?

You're my boss?

Do I report to you?

I'd no idea you're my boss!

I can discuss work.

Aren't we a team?

Okay, let's talk work.

I just saw the split vagina

of an 11-month-old baby,

then I saw her mother,

who's suicidal because

her girl's been raped for months.

Sure, let's talk work.

I'm a good cop and I do a good job

even if I'm not like you.

Let me chill

with my virtual friends

before I move onto my next case.

Get off my back!

The lady speaks.

Something's bugging the lady.

Get off my case, Iris!

This is not the time.

It never is.

It's always the time to chat.

Shut your big mouth.

Just shut the f*** up!

Got that?

Shut it.

You get all the tough cases,

I get all the "raves"?

Cut it out, Iris.

We're partners.

We can discuss our work.

We're partners?

Partners communicate with each other.

Where's the communication?

You tell me what to do

and what not to do.

What I can do, what I can't do.

You grade me, you judge me...

Just get the f*** off my back

and stop lecturing me!

That's the thanks I get

for listening to your troubles

and your little hassles with hubby.

But this is about work.

You're way off, Nadine, that's all.

I'm just saying.

You have no right to talk about my man.

Because of you, I left my husband,

when I was partly to blame, too.

Just because you think

men are all shits.

You can't give any love.

I'm ashamed I listened to you.

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