Spiral (Engrenages)

- Let me out! - Shut up, motherfucker!

Aziz! No, Aziz! Help!

Let me out!

Let me out, Aziz!

I beg you!

Let me out, please.

Aziz, l'II pay you back! I swear I will!

Let me out, Aziz!

- A barbecue. - He was alive?

Of course, that's what makes it fun.

Just like last year. No witnesses, no clues, unsolved case.

Will you request an autopsy, Inspector?

I already have, sir.

Tall male, lying on his side in the foetal position,

hands tied behind his back with...

wire.

Clothes incinerated...

Shoes...

No more shoes.

The head being near the petrol tank, all facial features have disappeared,

making positive identification impossible.

We found this.

That's excellent. I like that.

What do you think this is?

No idea.

I bet you anything it's a lighter.

A gold-plated lighter. The same as we found last year.

Could it be the same person?

Someone who doesn't care if we know. A barbecue is all about spectacle.

Fingerprints?

Plenty. But the fire brigade came first so...

- Any clues? - None.

No ballistic evidence. Fake number plates.

The engine number will identify the owner.

But as the car was probably stolen that won't tell us much.

- Have you asked around? - I've sent a team.

Hi, kid. Your parents here?

You are?

Lieutenant Fromentin. Police.

A car was torched here last night. Did you see anything?

Nothing.

Very well. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Once we've examined the body, we remove it from the vehicle.

Gilou, you grab the legs, Steph, the torso, and I'II grab the head.

Not up to it? We'll manage without you.

Hurry up, then. We've got work to do.

Careful...

Come on...

Ready, Steph?

One, two, three...

Shit!

Okay, Gilou, you handle the rest.

In our culture, is custom man hit woman.

Iron was accident. Usually use belt.

I wouldn't tell the judge it's a Croatian custom

to hit your wife with an iron bar.

What do I tell him? Shall I pay him?

How much? 1000, 2000, 3000 euros?

Mr Vladic, I'll let you think it over. See you when the case resumes.

You prefer dollars or euros? I can give the judge plenty of money.

I have lots of money. I can give the judge lots of money...

Let go of me!

How is today's judge on domestic violence?

Very cool. I mean towards men.

Here are your divorce papers. Just date and sign.

Thanks.

- I pulverised your wife. - That wasn't necessary.

You should ask for compensation.

- For? - Damage to your career.

I was promoted to Deputy Prosecutor. I can't complain.

Afraid of losing your gentlemanly reputation

by demanding money from your wife?

I just want to put it all behind me. Isn't that what you did?

When you worked for that minister who treated you like shit,

you resigned and started from scratch.

Yes, it wasn't a great success.

I'm sure you'll climb back up.

And do you have something to climb?

While you're moving on, I'm still paying the bill.

Which reminds me that I haven't paid you.

I advise you to avoid him. He's bad news.

Did I ask for your advice?

Hurry up.

- In the girls'? - It's all right.

Sure you want to do it?

- Is it your first time? - Yes.

- Sure you want to do it? - Yes!

- Know how to do it? - Sure.

- It stings. - That's normal.

Forget it.

Are you all right? Marie?

What's wrong, Marie? Talk to me!

Shit! Marie!

- It happened at the school? - In the toilets, sir.

- She's a minor, I suppose? - Yes, 15.

- What's her condition? - We don't know yet.

Okay, proceed as usual. I'll call later.

Miss...

Money for judge. 2000, right?

Yes... That's fine.

Thanks, Miss.

Well, goodbye then, Mr Vladic.

Goodbye.

And be more careful.

Where were you? We've been waiting an hour.

Sorry.

- Is something funny? - No, not at all.

At least it's a lead. What's his name?

Morales.

Can I help you?

We're investigating number plates traced to you and found on a stolen car.

I change dozens of number plates a year.

I can't tell you which one goes on what car.

This one had a man in the boot.

What people do with their cars is their business.

What do you want? We're busy, we've nothing to tell you.

Can you tell us who asked you to change these plates?

BMW, 5 Series.

Not your average car...

So? What are you accusing us of?

Your papers, please.

If you want to ask questions, ask me.

- Are you the boss? - No, my father is.

Mr Morales... we'll search your workshop.

Don't let them, Dad!

You search the ground floor, I'll do the first floor.

Calm down.

This is an outrage! We'll complain to the UN.

Back off!

What are you doing? Don't touch it.

Get out of it.

You're really pushing it.

It's hotting up!

Arsehole.

Don't move!

Fuckers! I'll kill you.

Let him go!

Shut the fuck up! Calm down!

Arrest this jerk for assaulting a police officer.

Sit down!

What the hell is this? Put that down!

Talk to Mr Dussart. He's in the kitchen.

Put it back.

What's going on?

Miss Karlsson? I'm Mr Dussart, bailiff.

A bailiff for being one week behind with the rent?

That's the law. By virtue of the powers conferred upon me...

All right, I'll pay!

How much do you want?

Here, take it.

Don't you have anything better to do? Now beat it.

Don't take it personally, I'm just doing my job.

Call that a job? You loser! Scram, all of you.

Get out of my place!

Beat it!

"With a warrant to conduct a search of the Morales garage..."

- And then? - Then you describe what happened.

Write that we didn't find anything.

And the telescopic truncheon? She shouldn't carry one.

It we mention it, the shit will hit the fan.

Give me the magistrate on duty. It's Police Inspector Berthaud.

Laure, are you going to Casualty?

Because I was slapped?

It would be better.

- So what do I write? - Ask Gilou.

You write that the inspector was assaulted and defended herself,

her assailant fell down a few steps

and Lieutenants Fromentin and Escoffier

used the minimum force necessary to restrain him.

Any progress on the barbecue?

Yes, the car was stolen six months ago

in a car-jacking on Avenue Foch.

It wasn't the owner in the boot. We spoke to him.

So we're waiting tor the autopsy and DNA report...

Any mishaps I need to know about?

All's well, boss.

- Calling the Prosecutor's Office? - Trying.

It your assailant appears in court, I want you there.

Sorry, but I'm too busy with the barbecue.

I insist.

Let's go.

What are you doing? Didn't you want to see him sing?

Hurry!

Okay?

- You here? - For you.

Okay, kid?

- Where were you? - Where was I?

The cops are after us. They searched the garage, they busted Kevin.

Kevin's a dumb-arse. The cops can keep him for life, for all I care.

Here. Go spend it, have some fun.

Come and have a look, sir.

Do you recognise this part?

After 35 years in the business, I can recognise a petrol tank.

Look carefully, Mr Morales. It appears the tank was divided into two parts

using this metal piece.

You can see where it was welded.

Now that you mention it, yes, it's nicely done.

Would it by any chance be your work?

Me? Why would I do that?