Go Fast

This story is based on true facts.

I'm in place.

I read you, Sylvain.

Watch the bike.

BMW's starting up.

See it?

You bet I can!

Coast clear?

All clear.

Showtime.

Cops!

This wasn't planned.

They're heading out!

By the back. Let them run.

15 points, as usual?

15 is fine.

Don't move!

Against the crates!

Hands up!

One down, one on the run.

I repeat:
One on the run.

Paris - Anti-Gang Brigade

Looking for me?

Why did you jump out the window?

Seemed believable.

I'm on the run, right?

Come inside.

We got a big drug bust

in the works.

These projects

house the main suppliers

of cannabis and cocaine in the area.

The boss, Lucien Martinez

and his associate, N'Diaye,

have developed

a fail-safe security system.

Look-outs on scooters

on constant patrol

for suspicious faces.

We nabbed some guys,

and planted some bugs.

Now it's time

to squat their turf.

We have an apartment

but getting in and out of it

is hairy.

The team will comprise

Luigi, Nadia,

Fred, Sylvain and myself.

AGB and GRB will hide out nearby

to secure the shifts.

I want Marek on wiretaps. Clear?

No questions?

Get to work.

Jean-Do,

monitoring taps is not for me!

I work the field.

Sorry, pal. I can manage

with street slang. But Arabic?

Find someone else.

You finally made into deep cover.

You can't risk being seen with us.

You're a criminal on the run,

so lie low.

What are you up to?

Come eat at the house.

Stop sulking.

I'll be done in a minute.

Aren't you opening my present?

I owe you something better.

Fins! Great present, Dad. Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Happy birthday.

Uncle Marek!

Can you come along to the pool?

He wouldn't get wet

for a billion bucks.

Not even 10 billion.

Your beer's warm.

Take care of it.

It was a present from my father.

The gas goes in there.

On a flat road it'll go 40 km/h.

I'm an old fart.

Thanks.

Like it?

Or I'll take it back.

Base 1, up and running.

Sh*t.

Fred for Marek.

All quiet.

Got a light?

They're playing soccer?

Same kids.

Things will pick up.

They'll pick up.

See you later.

They're waking up.

There's Martinez.

Marek?

What do you hear?

It's busy as hell here.

Lots of screaming, tons of blabbing.

But I don't know why.

They're nervous but...

smart sons-of-b*tches.

/t's okay.

Ditch the marks.

Keep the look-outs running.

Ditch the marks.

Keep the look-outs running.

Something's going down.

Okay, over.

What do you see?

It's picking up.

Didn't hear?

The drive-in's closed.

Come on, man.

No more tonight.

We came for that.

You understand or don't you?

Get out or you're dead.

Dead meat.

Get lost.

Beat it/ Get out/

They're talking fast.

Just a sec.

No sleeping tonight.

You'll get a bonus.

Now get going.

Block off the whole sector, okay?

/ trust you.

What are they doing?

Locking down the area.

It's underway.

Beat it! Get lost!

What's that ass doing?

Move it!

Zoom in. Get visuals.

Faces, plates.

Go fast.

It's a go-fast.

These aren't punks. They're pros.

They're done.

Zoom in!

License plates...

Track in.

Get the Porsche!

What do we do?

Nothing. Forget the dealers.

We've got the boss.

AGB is tailing the Porsche.

Pretty high-speed.

F***, Marek!

Who told them to tail?

This is a go-fast. Call it off!

- Sure?

- 1000/0! Call it off!

We're done for now.

I have an air-tight case.

Stop them.

I'm counting on you.

Pain in the ass!

Control to T4. Axe the tail.

I repeat:
Axe the tail.

It's over. Pack it up.

Cut the walkie-talkies.

We're out of here at dawn.

Lucien, I saw something moving

on the 10th floor.

N'di, it's me.

Sh*t! They spotted the hide-out.

Jean-Do, answer me. Answer!

Shut it off.

Cut it until we leave.

F***!

Stay concentrated.

Let's go.

Get rid of this scum.

If it's a right-angle triangle...

Its hypotenuse is a diameter

of its circumscribed circle.

If the side of it is a diameter...

Mom, it's Uncle Marek.

You wait here.

Finish your exercises.

The cops!

N'Diaye!

N'Diaye!

Freeze!

Where is he?

I lost him.

Sh*t!

I want to see a lawyer.

What do you think?

You're in America?

What do you got on me?

You're a loser. Beat it.

- Stay put.

- Beat it!

Shut your trap. Beat it.

We found none of what they filmed

except kids playing soccer.

And the others came up clean.

The drugs we found belong to no one.

And Lucien?

Nothing on him

except some rubbers.

And N'Diaye vanished.

We have jack-sh*t.

I'm going to Archives.

Them, Narc Squad.

Him, Homicide.

I didn't kill anyone.

How dumb do I look?

Move it!

Easy does it.

He's showing off.

Why am I going to Homicide?

No idea. I do 20 round trips a day.

You think I ask why?

Hold on.

This way is faster.

Entry Forbidden to Detainees

Move!

You'll do prints

and get mug-shots as a souvenir.

Walk fast.

This way is forbidden.

Where's N'Diaye?

Answer or I'll shoot!

Where's N'Diaye?

- We're in deep sh*t.

- You are!

Move it!

- What are you after?

- The murderers.

And then I manage alone?

Don't you care if they get off?

It's drives me crazy!

They'll end up convicted.

I'm patient. Call it experience.

Tell Paoli's kids.

I'm no rookie.

I've lost men before.

If we shoot each time one gets off,

imagine the carnage.

Get some rest.

No way.

Friendly advice. Rest up

and come back clear-headed.

Central Office for the Repression

of /llicit Traffic in Narcotics

- Evrard.

- I need a favor.

I need to transfer someone.

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