Braquo (2009) s03e02 Episode Script
Nos funérailles
Braquo Our Funerals Tell me something, Vibert.
How do you know that bitch, Orianne Beridzé? Don't talk about her like that.
But she sent me here.
- To think you were once a supercop.
- You think you're any better? My work hasn't changed: I still get rid of dumbass cops like you.
It's not just your life that you fucked up.
You couldn't even manage your own suicide.
I'll show you how it's done.
But only once, so watch carefully.
If the barrel's horizontal, it's not going to do the job.
You want it to be pointing upwards.
Like this.
The driver fled the scene before police officers arrived, to find the lorry was carrying twenty young women being kept in inhumane conditions.
Most of them died in the accident.
Levani? Levani! Levani.
You need to come and see me.
Something serious has happened.
a vast prostitution ring with close mafia ties.
Get the fuck out of here, theres nothing to see, nothing to film.
Please leave.
What's wrong with her? I can't understand.
Miss Beridzé.
I need your help.
My name is Orianne Beridzé.
Im the police interpreter.
You can trust me.
Her name is Marina Kalachenko.
Shes 18 years old, from the Ukraine.
The son of a bitch.
It could only be one man.
That son of a bitch Mikhail Pavlovitch! We know who was driving the lorry.
A blyad, Grigoriy Kantaria.
They think they can just give the job to any old blyad and we won't give a shit if he gets caught.
Find this blyad before going to look for Pavlovitch.
I want him to spill the beans before we do away with him.
Even if he grasses up Pavlovitch, it won't change things.
A blyad's word is worth nothing against the word of a boss, father.
I know.
But the meeting can serve as both a warning and a humiliation for Pavlovitch.
- So this is war? - I'm sorry, my boy.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine.
that I would be leaving you a war as part of your inheritance.
Maybe it can be avoided.
There is only one way to avoid war, and that is to die.
When youve got the blyad to talk, send out these invitations.
- Good morning, Minister.
- Minister! Minister! Let us through, please! Let us through, please! Good morning.
- Good morning.
Is she okay? - She's got a fractured wrist.
Okay.
You're going to be okay.
Good luck, and thanks for being here.
Caplan.
You're never far away when disaster strikes, are you? - This mess is a perfect alibi, too.
- For what? Tell him, Bernardi.
Lieutenant Wachewski died last night.
Someone blew up a car and set off the fire alarm in the hospital as a distraction.
"He" or "she" then made their way to Wachewski's room.
- They stopped his oxygen supply.
- It must have been Vogel.
Why not Lieutenant Delgado? - Where is she? - At home.
She'd never do such a thing.
Vogel's your man.
Do you have any proof of that? The guy who grassed you up is your night watchman.
His name is Romain Vibert.
Can you confirm Caplan's claim that he only pursued the lorry after you gave the green light? Yes, sir.
In that case, you can sort this chaos out, Caplan.
- What about Wachewski's killer? - The State knows its responsibility.
Fargette, I want to know who killed Lieutenant Wachewski.
Right.
I'm going to do rounds.
If I'd denied your story, I'd have looked inept and out of control.
Never do that again.
In 2008, the European Council restarted the investigation.
Two years later, scores of new witness have confirmed that organ trafficking was taking place in 1999.
Members of the UCK removed organs such as kidneys from civilians in order to sell them abroad.
A kidney costs more than Over here.
The grass is dead.
He was already dead when we arrived.
Call the cops.
The cops? What for? Can't we just get out of here? Micha, your father was a genius.
How did you turn out so stupid? The neighbours saw us coming in.
We can't leave a body behind.
In France, when someone innocent finds a body, they call the police.
Call the police.
Smile! Hello.
What the fuck are you doing? I've been trying you for an hour.
Have you heard about Theo? Drop what you're doing, and come to headquarters.
Okay.
- What's going on? - Vibert has been found at home.
Dead.
Executed.
Did you get hold of Roxanne? Yeah.
She's on her way.
What a mess.
How come you know Vibert? - That's my business.
- Asking me to kill a cop makes it my business too.
He was no longer a cop.
You put him away, didn't you? So you've done your research.
I thought Caplan was your target.
Don't worry.
You're not in my sights.
Vibert was going to become a problem if he stayed alive.
Tell me how you know Vibert, dammit! He was my dad.
What did he do to make you want him dead? Here's some advice, Miss "I killed my daddy".
Try anything funny, and I'll kill you.
And unlike your father, there'll be some special Vogel foreplay for you.
- Where were you yesterday? - At home.
If l'd been at the hospital, Theo would still be alive.
It must've been that arsehole Vogel.
You must at least believe that? What I think doesn't matter.
Fargette's heading the inquiry.
What? That fat bastard.
Fuck that shit, he couldn't even organise a piss-up in a brewery and he's supposed to find a cop killer? Do Walter and me have to be bumped off too by what motherfucker before you'll do anything? Roxanne.
Any one of us would have done the same to disconnect Theo.
But would Vogel really have gone to so much trouble to finish him off? If you'd wasted Vogel so badly he needed a machine to breathe, - would you have unplugged it? - This is bullshit.
I know what really happened.
Okay? Caplan, Morlighem! Thats just as well, Roxanne.
The shrink will be happy.
- Have you been to see him yet? - I was on my way.
How did you know Mr.
Vibert? He works in the company I manage.
Why did you go to Mr.
Vibert's home? He wasnt answering his phone.
Was the front door open when you arrived at the property? In French, please.
Captain Caplan, Lieutenant Morlighem, meet Andreas Megrelishvili, police commando leader in Georgia.
Why Georgia? The haulage company is French.
Yes, but a Russian named Serdioukov has invested heavily in it.
Here he is: Igor Serdioukov.
The man with the beard is called Soldatov.
The other is Bytchkov.
Soldatov is HR manager at Delavret and Son.
Bytchkov is a mechanic there.
Soldatov is also a hitman, and the right-hand man of a vor boss.
- A what? - Vor v zakone.
A member of a brotherhood with Russian mafia links.
Bytchkov is a killer too.
And the godfather they're working for is called Mikhail Pavlovitch.
The man behind the kidnappings.
Why aren't they banged up in your country? They've done time in our prisons.
They left Georgia because vor status means certain prison, with no trial and a long sentence.
Apart from announcing the apocalypse, why are you here? Your focus on Islamic fundamentalists in France means you have neglected this new threat.
A powerful criminal organisation is taking root here.
I've come to help you.
Lieutenant Roxanne Delgado? Come in.
I'm doctor Beletti.
Take a seat.
I've been through your file and your commanders report.
Now l'd like to hear your version.
I'm sorry about the doctor It was wrong.
Look.
I'm not here to assess the sincerity of your regret.
I need to judge if you are ready to return to work without endangering the public.
I'm listening.
Please, be honest.
Don't lie to me, and you can count on my support.
Could I have another coffee, please? Orianne You look so like your mother.
It's uncanny.
- Don't you think? - Yes.
So, Orianne.
What is going on? Nikola found our night watchman dead at home.
Do you have an explanation for me? An explanation for what? You should know what your workers are up to.
Vibert was already in the company when we bought it.
Answering a guestion with a guestion makes me think you might be hiding something from me.
Vibert was a cop who was banged up.
He called a friend of his, Captain Eddy Caplan.
He's the one who intercepted your goods.
- Did you get all that? - Yes.
Eddy Caplan.
See those girls over there, the waitresses? Do you know why they'll be doing that forever and you never will? - I don't care.
- You don't care? It's because I don't like their mothers as much as I liked yours.
- You forced her to become a whore.
- I did no such thing.
She chose to become one, to give you a better life.
You'll never end up as a waitress or sucking cock.
You're too clever for that.
But be careful, Orianne.
Being too clever can get you killed.
So, you think Vogel went back to the hospital to kill Theo? No one else could do something like that.
And you're the only one able to stop this guy? Have I understood you correctly? Listen.
You dont seem too anxious to apply the law.
On the contrary.
Justice is all I think about.
Lieutenant, my background is Italian.
For us, vendetta is second nature, if you'll excuse the cliché.
Let me assure you, if you think that by getting rid of this guy, Vogel, you'll be dealing out justice, you're mistaken.
And you'll lose all you have.
Your work, your friends, maybe even your life.
Believe me, Vogel's life is not worth it.
Promise me youll give all that some thought.
I promise.
Get him! Go on! Don't miss him! Now! Now! Take him out! Sorry, Grigoriy.
I only just passed my test.
Kantaria! Can you hear me? What do you want from me? Bastards.
Well? I don't know anything.
Grigoriy.
Talk to me.
Who are you covering for? Well? I've nothing to say.
Arsehole.
Grigoriy.
Tell us who gave you the lorry.
Tell us, and we'll stop.
Who was it? - Soldatov.
- Who? Soldatov.
It was Soldatov.
What shall we do? Don't worry.
Everything will be fine.
Yes, father.
You were right.
It was Mikhail Pavlovitch who disobeyed you.
Send out the invitations and organise the meeting.
- I'll wait in the car.
- Okay.
Eddy I'm not coming to Theo's funeral.
After Max, I can't face another of your funerals.
"Our funerals"? What do you mean? The sadness and despair you cops live with is too much for a normal person.
I can't go through it again.
- When are you leaving? Now? - Yes.
Last night you said you'd never loved anyone as much as me.
I don't know if you were really thinking that.
I was, and I still am.
Then you'll have no trouble finding me.
And if it's not true, it means you're just a liar or a lousy cop.
I'll leave the keys here for you to take back.
What a start to the day.
- Excuse me.
- Are you okay? I dont know what you told the psychiatrist.
but it worked.
Here.
- Now what? - Your team is waiting for you.
Interpol has called with a fingerprint match.
The lorry steering wheel was covered in this mans prints.
- Grigoriy Kantaria.
A blyad.
- What's a "blyad"? The "vor v zakone", which translates as "thieves in law", have a code of conduct.
Break the code, and you lose your title and honours.
You become a "blyad".
A whore.
That's what Grigoriy is.
Originally, the vor v zakone organised themsolves as resistors against the authority of the state.
They never intended to grow into a multinational criminal network.
- Well, that's what they've become.
- Not totally.
What happened with this lorry and its cargo is a moral affront.
- There will be major repercussions.
- Like what? Vissarionovitch, the big boss, has forbidden his men from drug trafficking and prostitution.
Whoever broke this rule can expect a long and painful death.
Surely, whoever broke the rule also has the brains to cover his back.
That's why a war could be in the offing.
How can you be sure? I have experience, Walter.
Thýs man is Zourab Amirov.
He's a powerful vor boss whose voice counts.
But he won't take sides.
Go fuck yourself.
As treasurer of the "obshchak", the tax paid by all members of the brotherhood, he must remain neutral.
As far as this individual is concerned, I'm not sure of anything.
Atom Paradjanov is unpredictable.
Yapontchik and Roustaveli! Hows your French coming on? Arse lickers have their tongues cut out, but how do you punish a brother who betrays you? Why's an Armenian like Paradjanov mixing with Russians and Georgians? A vor's identity has nothing to do with his ethnic origin.
There are Russian, Georgian, Ukrainian and Armenian members.
As long as you keep to the code, you remain part of the brotherhood.
This man is our main problem.
authentic son of a bitch.
Mikhail Pavlovitch is an authentic son of a bitch.
Pardon my French.
If war does break out.
this man will be behind it.
When exactly is this war supposed to break out? If Lossif Vissarionovitch dies, it wont just be a war between the old and new worlds.
It'll be a war of succession between Mikhail Pavlovitch and Levani Jordania, Lossif's chosen heir.
Hi, how are you? None of this information links to the trafficking of young women.
The only one we have anything concrete on is this man.
Hello? They've just found Grigoriy Kantaria.
- Dead? - Yes.
I even started treatment for it.
- But l've stopped.
- Why? Because of this.
The ink used by the tattoo artist in prison was full of lead.
And now that lead has gone into my blood.
I can't let you do this.
I just can't.
- Do you understand? - I'm the first among equals.
No one guestions my decisions.
Not even my son.
My tattoos say who I am, who I was, and what l've done to become what I am.
These tattoos are my history, and they must continue to be visible after my death.
So, can I count on you, like you've been able to count on me? When I was a kid in prison, all I wanted was to survive.
It's thanks to you that I did survive.
You know that.
If someone had told me then that one day l'd have to kill you.
I'd have preferred to die in that prison.
You're not killing me, my son, you're giving me eternity.
It's Max Rossi's widow.
Is no one safe from you? I'm only after one man: Caplan.
I need her for that.
Here.
Put her in the cellar.
The head's on the passport but not on the body.
How do we know It's him? This is Grigoriy Kantaria, for sure.
ID papers don't tell us much.
The truth about who they are and what theyve done can be found in their tattoos.
Any idea who might have done this? Not the same people who took him on to drive the lorry.
It was probably people who wanted him to talk, to find out who employed him.
Well, I dont know about the rest of you, but lm hungry.
Hungry, Rox? No! There we go.
You see? I told you it would be quick.
No! - You'll get used to the smell.
- No! You'll get used to the smell.
No! There he is.
Wait.
Mikhail, he's with the boss's daughter.
Then he'll be at the meeting night.
Forget it.
Check out his car, the bastard.
We'll get him next time.
Arsehole.
Thanks.
Hello, Prosecutor.
Hello.
Lieutenant Delgado.
I know why you're here.
First, let me my sincere condolences for Theo Wachewski's death.
I hope you find whoever's guilty of such an abominable crime.
- You know why I'm here.
- You want Roland Vogel.
- He put you in here.
- He didn't act alone.
The things I've been through since I've been inside.
You might have thought my age would have protected me.
- But no - What do you want in exchange? A transfer to the VIP wing.
It's crazy here.
Chaos on all floors.
Not to mention the invasive behaviour of my cell mate.
I'll see what I can do.
So, tell me what you know.
The way to really get to him to take away - the thing closest to his heart.
- That's what I intend to do.
He has a sister.
Erica Weiemayer Vogel, daughter of Elena Weiemayer Vogel.
Erica is quite a traveller.
She sends him a postcard from every new country she visits.
Touching.
If you think I've told you enough to go back on your promise, beware.
- What do you mean? - She's not easy to find.
He erases any traces that lead to her.
- He loves her that much.
- I gave my word.
I know.
But now I feel sure.
When I've been transferred, call my lawyer.
He'll give you the missing information.
Goodbye, Prosecutor.
- Shall I wait for you? - No.
I'll take a taxi.
Whats the matter? - We can't do this.
- We already have.
It was a mistake, Salomé.
- Youre Niko Yashvili's wife.
- I've been a widow for three years.
Okay, maybe you're not Niko's wife, but your father lossif is like a dad to me.
- That makes you - Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Vissarionovitch blood runs in my veins, not yours.
When will you start behaving like a man.
Like my man.
Let me know.
Dont hang around.
Someone sitting at this table has broken a number of my commands by trafficking drugs and women.
The lorry driver gave us a name.
Your name, Mikhail Pavlovitch.
Some arsehole gives you my name in a deal gone wrong.
So what? Are we going to just take his word for it? If he's telling the truth, where's the proof? Yapontchik.
Open them, Mikhail.
Do as you see fit with the head, but the drugs are going straight into the bog.
Neither of these belongs to me.
Yapontchik.
Take this bag and get rid of the drugs down the toilet.
And make sure you flush it properly.
I will repeat once again that we are thieves, not whoremongers.
Nor do we peddle poison.
I will not accept any further breaches of these rules.
I think we need to talk.
I agree.
But not now, and not here.
- Leave it, dad, I'll do it.
- It's okay, you do your homework.
I need to know what you would do in the event of the boss's death.
Would you back his bastard, Jordania? French kings were always succeeded by a son of the same flesh and blood.
If my memory serves me correctly, I don't believe a king's bastard was ever allowed to assume the throne.
Very good.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Lossif is expecting me.
- Okay.
- Where is he? - In his room.
- Good evening, doctor.
- Good evening.
It takes a quarter of an hour to take effect.
Goodbye.
You're through to Héléne's voicemail.
Please leave a message.
Héléne, it's me.
I understand why you're not coming to the funeral.
Could you call me though.
Speak soon.
I'll be there.
All you can do now is look after your child.
Take care of him, and of yourself.
If you need to take a break from it all, we can help.
We can take care of the expenses.
I cant I can t have this baby without Theo.
I wanted this baby for him, because he was in a bad way.
I thought it would help him.
I thought it would give him the strength to pull through.
But I can't go through with it on my own.
It'll feel like having Theo's ghost in my arms.
There's only one thing you can do for me now.
Just say it.
Make sure I never see you, or anyone who reminds me of him, ever again.
I dont expect you to understand.
I'm just asking you to do it.
Dad? Dad? Dad! Dad! What's happened to you? Oh my God! - Hello.
Salomé.
- Levani - My dads dead.
He's dead.
- What? What do you mean? - I need you here.
- I'm on my way.
How do you know that bitch, Orianne Beridzé? Don't talk about her like that.
But she sent me here.
- To think you were once a supercop.
- You think you're any better? My work hasn't changed: I still get rid of dumbass cops like you.
It's not just your life that you fucked up.
You couldn't even manage your own suicide.
I'll show you how it's done.
But only once, so watch carefully.
If the barrel's horizontal, it's not going to do the job.
You want it to be pointing upwards.
Like this.
The driver fled the scene before police officers arrived, to find the lorry was carrying twenty young women being kept in inhumane conditions.
Most of them died in the accident.
Levani? Levani! Levani.
You need to come and see me.
Something serious has happened.
a vast prostitution ring with close mafia ties.
Get the fuck out of here, theres nothing to see, nothing to film.
Please leave.
What's wrong with her? I can't understand.
Miss Beridzé.
I need your help.
My name is Orianne Beridzé.
Im the police interpreter.
You can trust me.
Her name is Marina Kalachenko.
Shes 18 years old, from the Ukraine.
The son of a bitch.
It could only be one man.
That son of a bitch Mikhail Pavlovitch! We know who was driving the lorry.
A blyad, Grigoriy Kantaria.
They think they can just give the job to any old blyad and we won't give a shit if he gets caught.
Find this blyad before going to look for Pavlovitch.
I want him to spill the beans before we do away with him.
Even if he grasses up Pavlovitch, it won't change things.
A blyad's word is worth nothing against the word of a boss, father.
I know.
But the meeting can serve as both a warning and a humiliation for Pavlovitch.
- So this is war? - I'm sorry, my boy.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine.
that I would be leaving you a war as part of your inheritance.
Maybe it can be avoided.
There is only one way to avoid war, and that is to die.
When youve got the blyad to talk, send out these invitations.
- Good morning, Minister.
- Minister! Minister! Let us through, please! Let us through, please! Good morning.
- Good morning.
Is she okay? - She's got a fractured wrist.
Okay.
You're going to be okay.
Good luck, and thanks for being here.
Caplan.
You're never far away when disaster strikes, are you? - This mess is a perfect alibi, too.
- For what? Tell him, Bernardi.
Lieutenant Wachewski died last night.
Someone blew up a car and set off the fire alarm in the hospital as a distraction.
"He" or "she" then made their way to Wachewski's room.
- They stopped his oxygen supply.
- It must have been Vogel.
Why not Lieutenant Delgado? - Where is she? - At home.
She'd never do such a thing.
Vogel's your man.
Do you have any proof of that? The guy who grassed you up is your night watchman.
His name is Romain Vibert.
Can you confirm Caplan's claim that he only pursued the lorry after you gave the green light? Yes, sir.
In that case, you can sort this chaos out, Caplan.
- What about Wachewski's killer? - The State knows its responsibility.
Fargette, I want to know who killed Lieutenant Wachewski.
Right.
I'm going to do rounds.
If I'd denied your story, I'd have looked inept and out of control.
Never do that again.
In 2008, the European Council restarted the investigation.
Two years later, scores of new witness have confirmed that organ trafficking was taking place in 1999.
Members of the UCK removed organs such as kidneys from civilians in order to sell them abroad.
A kidney costs more than Over here.
The grass is dead.
He was already dead when we arrived.
Call the cops.
The cops? What for? Can't we just get out of here? Micha, your father was a genius.
How did you turn out so stupid? The neighbours saw us coming in.
We can't leave a body behind.
In France, when someone innocent finds a body, they call the police.
Call the police.
Smile! Hello.
What the fuck are you doing? I've been trying you for an hour.
Have you heard about Theo? Drop what you're doing, and come to headquarters.
Okay.
- What's going on? - Vibert has been found at home.
Dead.
Executed.
Did you get hold of Roxanne? Yeah.
She's on her way.
What a mess.
How come you know Vibert? - That's my business.
- Asking me to kill a cop makes it my business too.
He was no longer a cop.
You put him away, didn't you? So you've done your research.
I thought Caplan was your target.
Don't worry.
You're not in my sights.
Vibert was going to become a problem if he stayed alive.
Tell me how you know Vibert, dammit! He was my dad.
What did he do to make you want him dead? Here's some advice, Miss "I killed my daddy".
Try anything funny, and I'll kill you.
And unlike your father, there'll be some special Vogel foreplay for you.
- Where were you yesterday? - At home.
If l'd been at the hospital, Theo would still be alive.
It must've been that arsehole Vogel.
You must at least believe that? What I think doesn't matter.
Fargette's heading the inquiry.
What? That fat bastard.
Fuck that shit, he couldn't even organise a piss-up in a brewery and he's supposed to find a cop killer? Do Walter and me have to be bumped off too by what motherfucker before you'll do anything? Roxanne.
Any one of us would have done the same to disconnect Theo.
But would Vogel really have gone to so much trouble to finish him off? If you'd wasted Vogel so badly he needed a machine to breathe, - would you have unplugged it? - This is bullshit.
I know what really happened.
Okay? Caplan, Morlighem! Thats just as well, Roxanne.
The shrink will be happy.
- Have you been to see him yet? - I was on my way.
How did you know Mr.
Vibert? He works in the company I manage.
Why did you go to Mr.
Vibert's home? He wasnt answering his phone.
Was the front door open when you arrived at the property? In French, please.
Captain Caplan, Lieutenant Morlighem, meet Andreas Megrelishvili, police commando leader in Georgia.
Why Georgia? The haulage company is French.
Yes, but a Russian named Serdioukov has invested heavily in it.
Here he is: Igor Serdioukov.
The man with the beard is called Soldatov.
The other is Bytchkov.
Soldatov is HR manager at Delavret and Son.
Bytchkov is a mechanic there.
Soldatov is also a hitman, and the right-hand man of a vor boss.
- A what? - Vor v zakone.
A member of a brotherhood with Russian mafia links.
Bytchkov is a killer too.
And the godfather they're working for is called Mikhail Pavlovitch.
The man behind the kidnappings.
Why aren't they banged up in your country? They've done time in our prisons.
They left Georgia because vor status means certain prison, with no trial and a long sentence.
Apart from announcing the apocalypse, why are you here? Your focus on Islamic fundamentalists in France means you have neglected this new threat.
A powerful criminal organisation is taking root here.
I've come to help you.
Lieutenant Roxanne Delgado? Come in.
I'm doctor Beletti.
Take a seat.
I've been through your file and your commanders report.
Now l'd like to hear your version.
I'm sorry about the doctor It was wrong.
Look.
I'm not here to assess the sincerity of your regret.
I need to judge if you are ready to return to work without endangering the public.
I'm listening.
Please, be honest.
Don't lie to me, and you can count on my support.
Could I have another coffee, please? Orianne You look so like your mother.
It's uncanny.
- Don't you think? - Yes.
So, Orianne.
What is going on? Nikola found our night watchman dead at home.
Do you have an explanation for me? An explanation for what? You should know what your workers are up to.
Vibert was already in the company when we bought it.
Answering a guestion with a guestion makes me think you might be hiding something from me.
Vibert was a cop who was banged up.
He called a friend of his, Captain Eddy Caplan.
He's the one who intercepted your goods.
- Did you get all that? - Yes.
Eddy Caplan.
See those girls over there, the waitresses? Do you know why they'll be doing that forever and you never will? - I don't care.
- You don't care? It's because I don't like their mothers as much as I liked yours.
- You forced her to become a whore.
- I did no such thing.
She chose to become one, to give you a better life.
You'll never end up as a waitress or sucking cock.
You're too clever for that.
But be careful, Orianne.
Being too clever can get you killed.
So, you think Vogel went back to the hospital to kill Theo? No one else could do something like that.
And you're the only one able to stop this guy? Have I understood you correctly? Listen.
You dont seem too anxious to apply the law.
On the contrary.
Justice is all I think about.
Lieutenant, my background is Italian.
For us, vendetta is second nature, if you'll excuse the cliché.
Let me assure you, if you think that by getting rid of this guy, Vogel, you'll be dealing out justice, you're mistaken.
And you'll lose all you have.
Your work, your friends, maybe even your life.
Believe me, Vogel's life is not worth it.
Promise me youll give all that some thought.
I promise.
Get him! Go on! Don't miss him! Now! Now! Take him out! Sorry, Grigoriy.
I only just passed my test.
Kantaria! Can you hear me? What do you want from me? Bastards.
Well? I don't know anything.
Grigoriy.
Talk to me.
Who are you covering for? Well? I've nothing to say.
Arsehole.
Grigoriy.
Tell us who gave you the lorry.
Tell us, and we'll stop.
Who was it? - Soldatov.
- Who? Soldatov.
It was Soldatov.
What shall we do? Don't worry.
Everything will be fine.
Yes, father.
You were right.
It was Mikhail Pavlovitch who disobeyed you.
Send out the invitations and organise the meeting.
- I'll wait in the car.
- Okay.
Eddy I'm not coming to Theo's funeral.
After Max, I can't face another of your funerals.
"Our funerals"? What do you mean? The sadness and despair you cops live with is too much for a normal person.
I can't go through it again.
- When are you leaving? Now? - Yes.
Last night you said you'd never loved anyone as much as me.
I don't know if you were really thinking that.
I was, and I still am.
Then you'll have no trouble finding me.
And if it's not true, it means you're just a liar or a lousy cop.
I'll leave the keys here for you to take back.
What a start to the day.
- Excuse me.
- Are you okay? I dont know what you told the psychiatrist.
but it worked.
Here.
- Now what? - Your team is waiting for you.
Interpol has called with a fingerprint match.
The lorry steering wheel was covered in this mans prints.
- Grigoriy Kantaria.
A blyad.
- What's a "blyad"? The "vor v zakone", which translates as "thieves in law", have a code of conduct.
Break the code, and you lose your title and honours.
You become a "blyad".
A whore.
That's what Grigoriy is.
Originally, the vor v zakone organised themsolves as resistors against the authority of the state.
They never intended to grow into a multinational criminal network.
- Well, that's what they've become.
- Not totally.
What happened with this lorry and its cargo is a moral affront.
- There will be major repercussions.
- Like what? Vissarionovitch, the big boss, has forbidden his men from drug trafficking and prostitution.
Whoever broke this rule can expect a long and painful death.
Surely, whoever broke the rule also has the brains to cover his back.
That's why a war could be in the offing.
How can you be sure? I have experience, Walter.
Thýs man is Zourab Amirov.
He's a powerful vor boss whose voice counts.
But he won't take sides.
Go fuck yourself.
As treasurer of the "obshchak", the tax paid by all members of the brotherhood, he must remain neutral.
As far as this individual is concerned, I'm not sure of anything.
Atom Paradjanov is unpredictable.
Yapontchik and Roustaveli! Hows your French coming on? Arse lickers have their tongues cut out, but how do you punish a brother who betrays you? Why's an Armenian like Paradjanov mixing with Russians and Georgians? A vor's identity has nothing to do with his ethnic origin.
There are Russian, Georgian, Ukrainian and Armenian members.
As long as you keep to the code, you remain part of the brotherhood.
This man is our main problem.
authentic son of a bitch.
Mikhail Pavlovitch is an authentic son of a bitch.
Pardon my French.
If war does break out.
this man will be behind it.
When exactly is this war supposed to break out? If Lossif Vissarionovitch dies, it wont just be a war between the old and new worlds.
It'll be a war of succession between Mikhail Pavlovitch and Levani Jordania, Lossif's chosen heir.
Hi, how are you? None of this information links to the trafficking of young women.
The only one we have anything concrete on is this man.
Hello? They've just found Grigoriy Kantaria.
- Dead? - Yes.
I even started treatment for it.
- But l've stopped.
- Why? Because of this.
The ink used by the tattoo artist in prison was full of lead.
And now that lead has gone into my blood.
I can't let you do this.
I just can't.
- Do you understand? - I'm the first among equals.
No one guestions my decisions.
Not even my son.
My tattoos say who I am, who I was, and what l've done to become what I am.
These tattoos are my history, and they must continue to be visible after my death.
So, can I count on you, like you've been able to count on me? When I was a kid in prison, all I wanted was to survive.
It's thanks to you that I did survive.
You know that.
If someone had told me then that one day l'd have to kill you.
I'd have preferred to die in that prison.
You're not killing me, my son, you're giving me eternity.
It's Max Rossi's widow.
Is no one safe from you? I'm only after one man: Caplan.
I need her for that.
Here.
Put her in the cellar.
The head's on the passport but not on the body.
How do we know It's him? This is Grigoriy Kantaria, for sure.
ID papers don't tell us much.
The truth about who they are and what theyve done can be found in their tattoos.
Any idea who might have done this? Not the same people who took him on to drive the lorry.
It was probably people who wanted him to talk, to find out who employed him.
Well, I dont know about the rest of you, but lm hungry.
Hungry, Rox? No! There we go.
You see? I told you it would be quick.
No! - You'll get used to the smell.
- No! You'll get used to the smell.
No! There he is.
Wait.
Mikhail, he's with the boss's daughter.
Then he'll be at the meeting night.
Forget it.
Check out his car, the bastard.
We'll get him next time.
Arsehole.
Thanks.
Hello, Prosecutor.
Hello.
Lieutenant Delgado.
I know why you're here.
First, let me my sincere condolences for Theo Wachewski's death.
I hope you find whoever's guilty of such an abominable crime.
- You know why I'm here.
- You want Roland Vogel.
- He put you in here.
- He didn't act alone.
The things I've been through since I've been inside.
You might have thought my age would have protected me.
- But no - What do you want in exchange? A transfer to the VIP wing.
It's crazy here.
Chaos on all floors.
Not to mention the invasive behaviour of my cell mate.
I'll see what I can do.
So, tell me what you know.
The way to really get to him to take away - the thing closest to his heart.
- That's what I intend to do.
He has a sister.
Erica Weiemayer Vogel, daughter of Elena Weiemayer Vogel.
Erica is quite a traveller.
She sends him a postcard from every new country she visits.
Touching.
If you think I've told you enough to go back on your promise, beware.
- What do you mean? - She's not easy to find.
He erases any traces that lead to her.
- He loves her that much.
- I gave my word.
I know.
But now I feel sure.
When I've been transferred, call my lawyer.
He'll give you the missing information.
Goodbye, Prosecutor.
- Shall I wait for you? - No.
I'll take a taxi.
Whats the matter? - We can't do this.
- We already have.
It was a mistake, Salomé.
- Youre Niko Yashvili's wife.
- I've been a widow for three years.
Okay, maybe you're not Niko's wife, but your father lossif is like a dad to me.
- That makes you - Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Vissarionovitch blood runs in my veins, not yours.
When will you start behaving like a man.
Like my man.
Let me know.
Dont hang around.
Someone sitting at this table has broken a number of my commands by trafficking drugs and women.
The lorry driver gave us a name.
Your name, Mikhail Pavlovitch.
Some arsehole gives you my name in a deal gone wrong.
So what? Are we going to just take his word for it? If he's telling the truth, where's the proof? Yapontchik.
Open them, Mikhail.
Do as you see fit with the head, but the drugs are going straight into the bog.
Neither of these belongs to me.
Yapontchik.
Take this bag and get rid of the drugs down the toilet.
And make sure you flush it properly.
I will repeat once again that we are thieves, not whoremongers.
Nor do we peddle poison.
I will not accept any further breaches of these rules.
I think we need to talk.
I agree.
But not now, and not here.
- Leave it, dad, I'll do it.
- It's okay, you do your homework.
I need to know what you would do in the event of the boss's death.
Would you back his bastard, Jordania? French kings were always succeeded by a son of the same flesh and blood.
If my memory serves me correctly, I don't believe a king's bastard was ever allowed to assume the throne.
Very good.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Lossif is expecting me.
- Okay.
- Where is he? - In his room.
- Good evening, doctor.
- Good evening.
It takes a quarter of an hour to take effect.
Goodbye.
You're through to Héléne's voicemail.
Please leave a message.
Héléne, it's me.
I understand why you're not coming to the funeral.
Could you call me though.
Speak soon.
I'll be there.
All you can do now is look after your child.
Take care of him, and of yourself.
If you need to take a break from it all, we can help.
We can take care of the expenses.
I cant I can t have this baby without Theo.
I wanted this baby for him, because he was in a bad way.
I thought it would help him.
I thought it would give him the strength to pull through.
But I can't go through with it on my own.
It'll feel like having Theo's ghost in my arms.
There's only one thing you can do for me now.
Just say it.
Make sure I never see you, or anyone who reminds me of him, ever again.
I dont expect you to understand.
I'm just asking you to do it.
Dad? Dad? Dad! Dad! What's happened to you? Oh my God! - Hello.
Salomé.
- Levani - My dads dead.
He's dead.
- What? What do you mean? - I need you here.
- I'm on my way.