Braquo

Season 3

Come on, let's go!

Hello?

Right.

How about a coffee?

Forget it.

A 4x4 just got shot

to pieces by the Arc de Triomphe.

If I've understood, you're asking

to see Roland Vogel's family record book

to check if there's

a family member you might contact?

That's right, yes.

But the police already have a file

containing this information.

I've looked for it,

but it's gone missing.

There was a fire in the archives.

The city hall's archive unit takes

better care than yours, clearly.

That's great news.

It means you'll be able to get me

a copy of Vogel's family record book.

It doesn't work like that.

Are you familiar with the expression:

"Interference with a judicial proceeding"?

Listen. We do things by the book here.

Bring me a request from the Prosecutor,

and I'll be able to help.

I hope that's the case.

Because I will be back.

Roland?

This is Adrian Lortihois, city hall.

Call me when you get this message.

It's urgent.

What's the story?

The car was armoured

from top to bottom.

Whoever was in it walked away alive.

Witnesses saw him go to the metro.

Who owns the car?

Levani Jordania,

Vissarionovitch's adopted son.

I thought there would be no war

before Vissarionovitch died.

He must have kicked the bucket.

Let's pay the Vissarionovitch's a visit.

That's not a good idea.

Believe me, it could be worse.

Are you coming?

You won't need me.

Jordania is fluent in French.

The man was seen walking

calmly from his vehicle

and entering a nearby metro station

after his attackers had fled.

Cartridge cases litter

the nearby pavements...

Well?

Vissarionovitch died last night.

And his bastard got the message.

You knew it was an armoured car,

so why send me to machine gun it?

Only dogs attack with no warning.

I'm not a dog.

I'm giving him a warning.

Our friend Viktor has heard

that the boss is dead.

His sons will be

on the next flight to Paris.

Are you OK, Rox?

Do you mind if I go home?

Of course not, you do that.

Want a lift?

No, I'll take a taxi.

I'll call you.

Hello, gentlemen. We're police.

Is Levani Jordania in?

And I'm Father Christmas.

What's he saying?

Come on, young man.

Hello. I'm Captain Caplan,

police department 92.

We'd like to talk to Mr. Levani Jordania.

Hello. I'm Levani Jordania.

How can I help you?

If you don't mind coming with us,

we'll tell you at the station.

Certainly. Just a minute.

I'm going with them.

Everything's fine.

Come on then.

Let's go.

Who are you?

This morning, we found your 4x4

full of bullet holes.

Yes, Lieutenant Delgado?

It's about Vanderbeke.

You were there.

Go on.

CCTV shows you at the scene,

entering a metro station.

Very well. OK.

Why have you come looking for me?

Shouldn't you be looking

for my attackers?

Sit down.

Do you have no idea

who tried to kill you today?

No.

Mikhail Pavlovitch, for example?

You've clearly done your research.

So I expect you know

that Mr. Pavlovitch and I

are not friends.

Rivals, perhaps. But not

to the extent of killing each other.

You're both

in the vory vzakone brotherhood,

a criminal organisation

led by your adoptive father.

He was never the godfather

of a criminal organisation.

He was the guardian of a philosophy.

Crime has never entered into it.

Talk to us, Jordania... Talk.

You got your criminal record off the mark

when you were thirteen.

It's a record as thick as the Bible.

But I didn't find anything in it

preaching love for your neighbour.

Just like the Bible,

it's a question of interpretation, Mr Caplan.

You're Caplan, right?

A few weeks ago,

your team held up a cocaine

shipment for a gangster.

Luckily, my men intercepted

the poison and got rid of it.

So let me ask you

and your police colleagues,

does holding up this shipment

make you complicit in drug trafficking?

And does the fact

that I flushed it down the toilet

make an honest citizen of me?

You're a condemned man.

Like Cicero, I'm a philosopher.

A philosopher's life

is spent in preparation for death.

Cicero was murdered.

Without even defending himself.

We are drastically different

in that respect.

Is that everything?

For now, yes.

What do you want?

All I can say is,

if you try anything, I'll kill you.

What have I done to you?

Have you finished?

I need to use the toilet.

You held up the shipment

for Paradjanov.

Why you did that

is none of my business.

But why would the Armenian get

involved in drug trafficking?

In any case,

Jordania has trashed the goods.

Paradjanov must have

passed them on to him.

The Armenian has chosen sides.

If that were so,

Pavlovitch would not have

dared attack Jordania.

And today he would have died.

Bloody hell...

I'm totally lost.

He must have felt safe

to attack Jordania.

Talking to Paradjanov

will give me a clearer picture.

With the big boss dead,

how long before it kicks off?

The corpse will be on show,

and then it'll be flown to Georgia.

That gives us 24 hours.

There's sure to be a weepy

get-together somewhere.

Find the funeral parlour, Andreas.

Everything will be OK.

I've arranged for the vigil

before the body's return home.

Will you accompany it

with your son?

I'll send a hearse

at the end of the day

to collect your father's body

and prepare it for the vigil.