Diamond 13 Page #2

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of a member of parliament...

You got the wrong woman.

Following his client's statement,

her lawyer, Mr. Baumann,

charges you with...

They're new.

What?

The glasses. They're new.

They suit you.

It's five years since we split up.

Five years already.

The chief of police here

has already been informed.

It's the end of the line, Mat.

You're being suspended.

What's the deal?

Watch this.

You remember Maretti,

the super grass?

Our team was staking out

the restaurant

where that sh*t usually ate.

And, bingo,

you and Franck turn up,

Like in a crime movie.

What do you say?

Interesting, huh?

A happy memory?

What is it you want?

We'd been watching Franck.

His "personal" approach to work

got us intrigued.

My predecessor passed this on to me.

Drop it, Calhoune,

that's ancient history now.

Is Maretti history too?

The judges ruled it was self-defense.

The law wasn't his only problem.

His colleagues were too.

The main thing on Maretti's ass

was a contract.

But he never foresaw

that a cop would carry out the hit.

Know him?

What's your view

of the unnatural alliance

between a leading narc officer

and a major drug lord?

You want the answer?

Your pal Franck has dealt for years

with that scumbag Ladje,

the great coke emir.

Maretti wanted out,

Franck asked you to plug him

and you did.

And don't tell me

you never knew what Franck was up to.

You have no proof.

I have convictions.

What's the deal?

Your hide for Franck's.

I want to know what he's planning.

Am I in custody?

All right.

They had me up just before you.

I couldn't warn you.

They came to my place.

I kept mum.

It's ok.

I don't need anyone's help to fall.

Calhoune's stirring it up?

She mentioned Maretti too?

We all drag sh*t around.

In my case, it's Maretti.

Professional misconduct won't wash.

The disciplinary committee...

The disciplinary committee

does as it's told.

It's already settled.

I won't defend myself.

I'll be in the guardroom.

Man the phone. Wake me in an hour.

We're on our way.

Night service...

Hi, princess. Put Mat on.

He's resting.

Want me to fetch him?

Tell him it's started.

He'll understand.

I want to see you now.

That's impossible.

Why?

It wouldn't be good for you.

Gotta go.

Yeah.

Don't worry. I'm on my way.

It's ok, I said.

We do everything as planned.

Sh*t...

- Need a piss?

- No thanks.

Have one anyway.

Move!

This is too big,

even for a cop like you.

Who mentioned cops?

Don't screw up.

There's back-up outside.

I'm dead so don't piss me off.

- Open it!

- Cut the crap.

Franck...

Shut up!

Let's work this out.

Strip, you f***er!

Don't piss me off!

Move it!

Move it, you f***er!

Your pants now! Drop them!

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