Raid dingue Page #3

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- A retired RAID agent trains her.

Enough, Rousseau!

RAID agents keep their cool. Out.

Get out.

Sorry, Jo. You all right?

Come on, up.

There.

- Good fight. You got guts.

- Thanks.

If you're sore tomorrow, ask for Lopez.

I do Portuguese massage.

Portuguese massage? New to me.

A little like Brazilian,

but more sensual.

- Get my drift?

- Oh yeah.

Let's go! Everyone in the showers!

Move it!

Wash her back

with Portuguese soap, too?

What is it, Gene? Jealous?

Give me a break.

She's my recruit.

That appropriate behavior?

Is this Spring Break?

Chill out. What's wrong?

Drop it. Keep your distance from her.

Or else what?

- Or else?

- Yeah?

I'm listening.

- It was me.

- Nothing happened.

Nothing?

Look in a mirror?

You mean this?

No, that's nothing.

It's just...

We were teaching the rooks

new fight techniques.

Right, Gene?

Yeah, that's right.

Street combat in realistic conditions.

With actual blows. Violent.

Violent, yeah.

- Street combat, realistic conditions?

- Yeah! SCRC.

Street Combat Realistic Conditions.

SCRC.

SCRC. That's new, right?

- It's Portuguese.

- Portuguese? That so?

I forgot that.

So Portuguese SCRC?

Get the hell out.

- Froissard.

- Yes, sir?

You have an appointment Monday.

With who?

Would you rather talk lying down?

When I lie down with a woman,

it usually ends badly.

Talk about your break-up?

It's not a break-up.

That's when you separate.

I had the ultimate betrayal.

That's true.

A double betrayal.

Your wife left with your brother.

Sh*t. You know about it, too?

Unbelievable. Who told you?

Tell me about your group relations.

We're close, supportive.

No, that Jo person

is stirring up trouble.

You don't like her much?

I hate her guts.

Typical rich b*tch with connections,

who doesn't belong here.

A total zero, stupid, ugly.

Yep, you don't like her.

Fine.

Thanks, Gene.

What, it's over?

You didn't want to talk.

- But you said a lot.

- I said nothing.

Come see me again?

Certainly not.

What's going on?

No trainees allowed!

I know, I want to help.

Stay out of the way, that will help.

...but that has yet to be confirmed.

A hostage situation!

...in Villeneuve-les-Essonnes.

Witnesses say they heard gunfire,

or explosions.

Let's go live to our correspondent,

Sonia Fessenheim.

It may be an armed Islamist group,

threatening to ki/I officers,

citizens and prisoners

being held in this po/ice station,

in a Villeneuve hot zone.

Something's happening now.

What's she doing?

Stay behind the lines.

Is that RAID squad about to go in?

Not now. Stop filming.

What are they doing?

You're endangering hostages!

Stop! Turn that camera off.

Back it up! Back!

Gunfire! Film it, come on!

This sucks...

/ see an agent, wounded,

being dragged along the ground.

The scene here is one of total chaos.

DAD:

Where are you?

At RAID, I'm fine.

Just worried about my fellow officers.

Ah, darling.

Thank God you're alive.

I'm watching TV, in a panic.

How horrible!

I'm not there, Edward.

I don't go out on ops yet.

Thank God.

So. Anyway, I sent you 2 seating plans

Mom and I drew up.

Have you seen them?

With what's going on,

I can't think about that.

Yeah, I imagine.

You don't have to see it through.

The world is so crazy and dangerous.

Risking your neck for a crappy salary.

I don't care about money!

Understand me.

Maybe I'm risking my life,

but I feel alive.

I was meant to be in RAID,

I knew it as a child.

The worse it gets, the more I know.

You're very emotional right now.

When the dust settles...

Got to go. Speak to you later.

You've reached the voice mail of

Jacques Pasquali.

Mr. Pasquali, it's Edward.

Jacques. You must be very busy now.

Sorry to disturb you,

but we have unexpected trouble.

She loves it.

Hey. Eric is strong. He'll pull through.

My partner. It was my fault!

Stop. Bastards saw the news.

They knew we were coming in.

Minister.

Legrand, sit down.

How are your men?

Their courage was exemplary.

3 wounded.

Could've been a lot worse.

Unfortunately, I can't outlaw cameras.

News overkill is one thing,

but influencing events?

Not news, it's a show!

It's irresponsible.

I'll speak to the media.

About my daughter.

I'm very worried.

I've just been told that...

she loves it there.

She's actually not doing badly.

- She could make the squad.

- No! Out of the question.

Fine. I'll throw her out today.

No... first get her sick of it.

Now she loves it.

Change her mind.

We'll wear her down,

demoralize her, break her.

Don't break her. She's my daughter!

Patrick, you must have kids?

So you know how complicated it is

to convince them,

without cornering them.

The decision must be hers.

Her mother's death traumatized her.

Since then,

Joanna feels she has a mission.

She wants to save the world.

I see but we don't do social work.

I wasn't tugging on your heartstrings,

but it's such a pleasure

to open up to you.

Sorry, but what do I do with her?

Just bore her to tears.

RAID isn't boring, Minister.

It's not the minister asking.

It's the father.

Patrick...

Fine.

Good afternoon, sir.

The Presidential Palace?

Legrand wants you on a special detail.

What detail?

Politician bodyguard, 24/7.

Fantastic.

Earpiece.

Jo? What are you doing here?

My job.

I'm on the president's security detail.

- My God.

- Dad, please don't.

Don't humiliate me.

Trust me for once.

Fine, but be vigilant.

He's our nation's president.

I know, Dad. Trust me.

Coming out!

Pasquali, calm down.

Who are you?

Pasquali of RAID, sir.

Increased security.

Oh, fine.

Oh sh*t!

Oh sh*t.

I'll be fired.

No cameras. I'll speak to him. Go!

Philippe?

Philippe? You all right?

I don't see anything. Go, it's raining.

There you are.

After what happened to the president.

Having her in the field is risky.

She's in training.

Orders from upstairs.

Couldn't we listen to common sense

from downstairs for once?

Keep her in the stakeout truck,

and very bored.

- What?

- When she cracks, we toss her.

Don't like that idea?

Sure! Sure!

About time.

No! Don't touch.

Who's that?

Jihadist sleeper cell.

Linked to the police station attack.

Oh, I get it.

I get it...

See that? Funny.

Getting bigger, bigger...

Shrinking, shrinking...

What fun!

Going up!

Everything OK?

No, she...

Pasquali...

We're going to watch them 24/7.

This will... Pasquali?

What?

This is RAID, too. Long hours,

boredom...

They're calling! Record!

It's already recording!

Sh*t, she answered it!

Pizz'halal?

Pizz'halal!

Hi. 2 large pizzas, please.

I lost the menu. What kind you got?

We have pizza...

Four-cheese pizza.

And there's the... Romana.

What's in the Romana?

That's got...

Tomato.

Olives...

Lettuce, tomato.

Herbs, herbs.

Oregano. Pepperoni.

Pepperoni?

Not pepperoni!

No, sorry.

Pepperoni, of course not!

No, it's pepperooney.

Hot pepper sauce.

Chicken sausage

with hot pepper sauce.

Very spicy.

All right.

One cheese and a Romana pepperooney.

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