Raid dingue

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Joanna!

- What time is it?

- No idea. You busted my clock.

Come back to bed, it's 5AM.

I lack core muscle tone.

I lack sleep.

R.A.I.D.

Special Unit

YOU'RE SEXY

YOU'RE A PAIN

YOU'RE SWEE I LOVE...

YOU SAY ''I LOVE YOU''

Sorry, honey.

You got that as a child.

No big deal.

You're so rough!

And clumsy!

Leave it, you'll cut yourself again.

I'm sorry.

Can't you nix the body building?

- Why?

- You're more muscular than me!

How will I look on our wedding day?

I'm not feminine enough for you?

Look at yourself.

Keep this up, you'l/ carry me

over the threshold.

Want me to wear make-up more often?

No, that's not it...

Sit down, honey. Read the paper.

I'll take care of you, and breakfast.

OK, great.

Could you..?

Here we are!

Sorry!

- Be careful!

- Sorry, honey.

It's burning hot. Stop, I got it.

Sorry, I'm sort of hyper.

I'm going to RAID.

Again?

You went 3 months ago.

You can't apply twice!

Wait for a response.

It's a demo day. Aime invited me.

I was thinking,

in case they turn you down again,

you should let it go...

Not get depressed.

Relax. This time I get in. I know it.

I can feel it.

We train every day.

We constantly strive,

and humility is our watchword.

R.A.I.D. means Reconnaissance,

Assistance, Intervention,

Dissuasion!

Our rifles bear the motto,

''ultima ratio''.

Last recourse.

We are not gung-ho.

Killing is never victory.

- Get away!

- Drop it!

Show me your hands!

We must master every environment,

adapt to every situation.

Our elite unit's motto:

''Serve, never falter!''

You all right?

Fine.

I'm all right. I got this.

Don't help me.

And that is why we train.

Nothing serious, Gene.

You're in good physical shape.

- So what was it?

- I don't know.

A dizzy spell due to fatigue.

- Lack of sleep.

- And age.

Gene, you're 44. You're OK.

What? Go ahead, give it to me straight.

The whole unit feels you've changed.

Very somber, since...

Nothing to do with it.

What did you hear? From who?

No one, nothing. Nothing against you.

Do you get out? Have fun?

Seeing anyone?

I'm fine on my own.

No betrayal, no let-down.

Smile. No one remembers

if you have any teeth.

There. Bye.

Take him off active duty a while.

No, he's one of my most experienced men.

Even off his game.

- A troubled vet hurts the unit.

- He's irascible.

Since his break-up,

he's in a slump.

Everyone wonders

if he's really... jinxed.

He needs to find his confidence.

I'll think it over. Thanks, Doc.

Morning!

Carry on, I don't care.

I just want coffee.

Unless you want help on a case?

No, we're fine.

Thanks anyway.

Thanks, Pasquali.

Come with me.

Your answer from RAID.

I can't believe it!

Declined. Once again.

Yeah, but why'd you say

I wounded a fellow cop on the range?

Because it's true.

You want me rejected.

I want to see you

at the heart of the action,

and far from my police station.

Don't make fun of me, Captain.

Pasquali, you have good qualities.

A keen sense of justice.

But you're too invested.

I need action.

In the field.

That's how you really become a cop.

I have a super-cop mentality.

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Listen up.

A little understanding for Pasquali,

once again turned down by RAID.

- No!

- Really?

- That's crazy.

- Enough!

Include her.

Find her some interesting cases.

The retired prefect just called.

Another car parked in his driveway.

That's good.

There you go!

Come on. In the saddle!

Hello. P.O. Pasquali.

Where's the tow truck?

I have to go. My doctor's waiting.

Hang on. Let's run the plates,

dust for fingerprints,

make sure there's no car bomb.

Car bomb?

Why would there be?

I've lived here 53 years.

It's a quiet neighborhood.

Too quiet, right?

This is about some yokel

who parked in my driveway!

Look at this.

Stupid b*tch!

I got this. The door!

Good to go.

Let's go.

Don't move.

Woman out!

Wait! I was just leaving!

- Wonderful!

- I'm sorry, sir.

- This is your vehicle.

- I'm leaving.

- Son of a b*tch...

- ''B*tch''? Insulting an officer.

That a goddamn joke?

Two counts.

- Sh*t!

- Three.

Hang on there!

You're hurting me!

What are you doing?

Let him go!

Armed robbery in progress.

A ve n u e de S u ffr e n.

That's near here!

Responding to armed...

Get away! There's a robbery!

Go! Quick!

Your bag!

Don't move.

No what?

Sorry I pistol-whipped you.

Bleeding stopped!

They had good disguises.

Captain?

No, I won't touch anything.

See you in a few!

Back-up's coming.

Sh*t...

Whose gun is that?

A robber's.

Those amateurs!

New one on me!

Do you have a plastic bag?

There. Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh sh*t.

Careful...

It's loaded.

Good news.

You're on the robbery case.

Why?

Because you already

did so much at the crime scene.

I have a theory. Disguise, M.O.

The Leopard Gang.

Spare me your theories.

The central figure

has already been identified,

thanks to fingerprints,

DNA.

You know him.

Who?

5'9, slight build,

size 6 shoe,

shoulder-length brown hair,

absent-minded,

favors blue clothing.

Doesn't jibe.

I have tall, hairpiece, phony beard.

- Don't recognize that?

- No.

Want to see a sketch?

Of course.

Oh thanks.

I can't believe

what an idiot she is!

- What?

- You are the suspect!

Your DNA is all over the scene!

And your prints!

On the suspect's gun.

The one you helped escape!

I'm sorry...

Sorry!

- I tried...

- You're suspended!

Enough!

Get out of my sight.

Sorry, Aime.

Killing your trainer

won't get you into RAID.

Sorry, I'm a little on edge.

Jo, whatever your emotional state,

you must maintain self-control.

Come on.

What's the matter, kid?

I meant to tell you...

I got suspended

and I got turned down by RAID again.

Sorry.

Never give up, you hear?

Now the lovebirds

choose their wedding starters.

Perigord foie gras

on a bed of lamb lettuce,

or sea scallops with radicchio.

- Enjoy.

- Thank you.

What do you say?

I'm not hungry. You choose.

Joanna, take the RAID rejection

as a sign.

You're getting married.

You've made a very good match!

- Don't interrupt me.

- I'm not, Bernard.

- I'm adding on.

- You're interrupting!

Not everyone marries the heir

to the top European tire company.

Marie-Caroline, calm down.

I am calm.

- Mom...

- What?

I'll probably leave the police and...

Finally, you're talking sense!

Let her finish.

What? I paid her a compliment.

Hang on.

Leave the police and do what?

No! Not the French Foreign Legion!

Months before your wedding,

join the Legion?

That's what you're thinking?

I don't get you.

There's Dad.

My big girl!

- Evening.

- Minister.

Sorry. Urgent business at the ministry.

The nation comes first!

Let's not go overboard.

Two armed robberies in a week

by that Serbian gang, the Leopards.

It's worrisome.

We've moved up to alert level 4.

I hear the police

helped the robbers get away!

New bodyguard, Dad?

Leave him be.

What's your name?

You Krav Maga or Pencak-Silat?

Jo, give him a break.

Darling, come sit down.

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