Oh, fuck!
All right, tell me what happened.
What happened…! Damocles fucked everything up, that's what happened!
It was a mess, and… we took the emergency exit!
Right, I know that, but what did you do afterward?
Lyna, can you hear me?
Just stick to the plan. Find another exit, I'm waiting for you.
In the field, only one voice counts, mine.
I know.
Oh, you do?
I'm pretty sure you were listening to someone else.
You have to ditch them. Now!
Right, I wasn't listening to you, Selma. Wanna know who I was listening to instead?
To the voice in my head telling me to survive and get out!
-I said "stay together," remember? -I know.
-Look at me when I speak. -There was a firefight, I was improvising!
I'm on the street! Right across from you! Grey car.
Get in!
Lyna, no, no, no!
Fuck!
Hang in there! You're all right!
You're okay. The hell's your problem?
-Harder, we're losing her! -Stay with me!
Okay. Stop it, that's enough. You know it's too late.
Lyna, you still there?
Next time, you do whatever I say. Kay?
You had me worried.
Where was that squad from?
Who are they?
I don't know.
I want information.
Let's go!
No, you're staying here.
With the others.
Hey, new guy?
Come with me.
Knowing where I hit Blanche,
she's probably dead already.
Orso, right?
You used to work for Parques.
I was the last one.
You did well, earlier.
Just did my job.
Modesty is useless here. You have talent, so own it.
'Cause mine's knowing how to exploit it.
That's all I want.
The last guy on Parques' crew…
You know what they say, right?
That your old boss died because of you.
That's right.
That a problem?
You tell me. You gonna put me in my grave too?
I don't believe in loyalty. But neither do you, right?
I believe in competence.
Amen.
You wanna prove yourself here, find the kid.
Do what you have to, make it fast.
You can go.
All right, uh… I'm honestly kinda stumped.
We won't get anything out of this kid.
See that look? He's far gone already.
You're right, let's try something.
Here.
Wipe your hands with this.
You hungry?
Nope.
I'll put it here. Or I'll give it to my dog.
There are other ways to make him talk.
Niko, a little truth serum and the whole thing takes care of itself.
Give him a little, he'll open up quick.
Mm.
What? Oh…
-A little violent. -Come on.
The kid's been vaccinated, he can handle it.
No, that is not something we do.
-Out of bounds, huh? -Mm.
Okay. Then we move on to the next step.
I'll accept the meeting with The Carny.
-The Carny? -Mm.
-He's been trying to off you for years. -Right.
Asking for his help is a very bad idea, Selma.
Sure but we don't have a choice.
Plus, without him, we won't be able to fight.
Whether the boy speaks to us or not, we need an army if we're gonna capture Oz.
-You know it's true. -Okay.
We're coming with you, though.
You mean you're deciding the terms now?
It's fine.
Once the meeting's set, I'll let you guys know, okay?
Until then, try to act normal and keep a low profile, people. Got me, dummy?
Here we go. Shots came from every direction, and what do we have?
No casings, no bullets, no bodies.
Yeah, well, it's always the same with Damocles. They cover their tracks.
Is Elie here?
First one in.
Ah.
LYNA - CALL IN PROGRESS
Hi, you've reached Lyna. Go ahead.
Well, well, it's Mr. Overachiever.
Always first man on the scene. Do you sleep at all?
I was in the area when I got the call. I rushed over, that's all.
So fast that you arrived a full half hour before the first shot was fired.
You knew this was going down, and you stayed quiet.
Tipping you off would've put my informant in danger.
I don't give a fuck about your informant. They set the place on fire.
We're seven minutes from the ministry. Know what a fucking mess this is?
So what do you want?
We could stop punks from trashing a nice hotel or we could think a bigger
and take down the mastermind behind this.
You better watch your tone, you bastard.
Tell me everything, right now.
The name of your informant, their place in the organization, everything.
-No. -No?
Now, just keep it up,
and I'll fire you so fast you won't know what hit you.
Okay.
Go ahead, fire me.
But you'll be losing the most valuable informant you could hope for.
Best of luck explaining that one.
So?
Am I fired? Or should I do my job a while longer?
Yeah, didn't think so.
What do we do with the kid?
He can stay at mine.
-Oh, no. -No.
-There's room at my place. -The one that's full of guns?
Come on, it's not like it's-- A collection?
-Right. It's not appropriate. -No kidding. Not at all.
Chocolate's pretty bad for dogs.
Do you think I could see him?
Lyna, that you, honey?
I just started making your…
First a dog, now you've got a kid?
Mom, this is Léon.
Léon, please meet my mother, Amytis.
Hi, Léon.
-Hmm. -Uh… it's not you, he's had a tough day.
Did you meet Beretta?
Got tired of calling him "the dog."
Here, let him smell you.
Hold out your hand.
There, good boy.
Go play with the dog. Oh, sorry, Beretta.
How long is he gonna stay?
Uh… I don't know.
What about his parents?
-I'm not sure. -We'll manage.
This is good. He can keep Beretta company. In the meantime, you'll find his family.
So tell me what you think of Elie.
I don't trust him somehow, you know?
He does everything on his own.
So just let me know if you think he's got a plan up his sleeve.
And… I want you to get the name of his informant too.
He does good police work.
Yeah, he's a great cop.
I could kill your career in a heartbeat.
Don't disappoint me.
Look, I was worried about you, Lyna. I thought Selma was on to us.
Yeah, well, it was close. I had to disable the comms.
Elie, those mics and wires, that's over, we're not doing that.
So what's up with the kid?
You and I made a deal, and it's falling apart.
I know. Except he's the one.
He saw Oz. Not Blanche.
We're just hoping he'll talk.
Bring him here, the shrinks will help.
You serious right now?
Think about it. How would I explain to Selma that I lost him?
She'll kill me if she finds out I'm talking to the cops.
I'll end up in the Seine with a nice concrete necklace.
Trying to make me feel better? It's working.
Listen.
I'll find Oz, I swear.
And I'll give him to you. Alive.
And you're gonna get us all out of here.
And we'll finally be able to leave all this behind.
-Okay. -Hey.
In the bedroom.
He's in the bedroom.
But my boss is onto us, you gotta hurry and get me something.
Say I get you his prints, maybe you do a little research?
That could be a start.
Okay.
I gotta go.
Oh, yeah, please, make yourself at home.
-It was open. -It wasn't.
No.
Why're you here?
Listen, this morning,
we were doing an operation
at The Imperial.
Recognize the name?
It was quite the event.
An operation, very official.
Well, congratulations.
You're rising through the Nazi ranks.
Bravo.
Thing is, someone beat us to it.
Real pros.
Where were you this morning?
Huh? And what's this?
-Go fuck yourself. -Just doing my job, Lyna.
-If I don't ask questions, Varda will. -Fine, let him.
I was with my mother at the doctor.
Hmm.
What?
Look, she's not here right now, but you can wait for her if you wanna check.
Never mind, I forgot.
No, your scary new boss will rip her fingernails off.
Just to check.
Someone here?
You don't mind if I take a look, right?
You have a dog?
Yeah.
So obedient. Mm.
And submissive. The dog too.
You have so much in common.
Are we good?
You finally seen enough?
You like the place?
If you'd found what you were looking for,
what would you have done?
All right.
No.
CAPON "THE BELGIAN": MEETING WITH THE CARNY TONIGHT AT HIS PLACE
I thought you'd quit.
You don't have to go see The Carny.
I really worry you, don't I?
Well, that was the deal.
I knew you were gonna be a handful.
But in exchange, you…
you promised loyalty.
You gonna stay back there for a while?
Your problem is I know your perfume.
Well, I'm not hiding.
Dummy, how'd you know?
I know you by heart.
I know all about your brain, how you think,
I've lived inside your mind for months… All right, Just drop it.
The Fixer got the info. It's a reliable informant.
Papou?
Come on, if The Carny's that crazy, you're gonna want backup.
Up front, I'm not a taxi.
How come The Carny doesn't want to join us?
Course he wants to join us. 'Cause he knows it's the only option.
He knows that we need his help to form a resistance.
And he wants me to go get him myself, it's a long story.
We had a little feud.
How so?
Well, I ended up shoving a knife into his spine.
T6, T7.
Partial paralysis and chronic agony.
My way of communicating that it would be best for him and his family
if he stayed out of Paris.
So, uphill battle then, huh?
You wanted to come.
I hope you enjoy the show.
The Carny's real name is Karl Rossmann.
He's an old-school thug.
Lives by a strict code. But he's still a carny.
For them, the show matters more than anything else.
They don't strangle, they decapitate.
They don't bury, they crucify.
It's all about the show. That's why he's making me come here.
He wants an audience. To boost his reputation and to humiliate me.
Go ahead and beg me. Then maybe I'll let you live.
Sound familiar? You said that to me right before you put me in this chair.
You had that same look on your face.
But trust me, your expression's about to change.
Because you're gonna beg.
Get off!
You think you're strong?
Think you're safe here?
Rosie.
Damocles will come straight here once Paris is under their control.
They'll cut off your heads, dismember your crew and desecrate the bodies.
So stop messing around.
-Without me, you're fucked. -You trying to bargain with me?
Said I want you to beg.
On your knees.
You kill her, you'll be ruining your only chance of beating Damocles.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Beg me now.
Don't worry, you won't feel a thing.
Selma!
You win. I'm begging.
No, no. Try harder.
Selma!
I'll be your Fury.
Get down.
If Damocles collapses, we'll have to rebuild everything.
And you, Selma Arago, the great Fury, justice of the underworld,
you'll obey me, huh?
Yes.
What about everybody else you brought to the table?
They obey you already. You know that.
The Olympians were weak. Raw power is the key to ruling Paris.
We gotta win this war to take the next step.
On your knees!
Get down!
Sure, we'll join the resistance.
Change of plans, guys.
But first,
my Fury better do a favor for me.
Don't give him all the power. I don't fucking trust that guy!
Yeah, no shit.
For now we're just playing along.
Here.
If we find out who this kid is and what exactly he's been through,
we'll be able to find Oz.
Hmm. With a bit of luck, we'll have his photo and prints on file.
What are you gonna do?
Um…
The three Bs.
Bath,
burger,
and, um, big 'ol… cozy bed.
-Three B's isn't a thing. -No.
Selma's not the type to wait patiently for this boy to talk. What's her plan?
Talk to me, Lyna, what's her plan?
We're hitting a van. One of Damocles'.
Are you serious?
Well, let's see, am I? Did you crack the kid yet? Did he talk to you?
Um, sure, yeah. We're starting to… Like, we're--
Right, so we have nothing. So we obviously need The Carny.
We just have to make this suicide mission a bit less suicidal.
So, what's in this van?
It's not what, it's who.
We nicknamed him "The Brain." He's The Carny's cousin.
A legend in the world of organized crime.
He was The Carny's right-hand man.
They built their whole organization together.
Until Damocles caught him.
How do we get him out?
The typical method.
A little preparation,
maneuvering,
and some horsepower.
I know you guys have a plan.
Still don't trust me, huh?
You are my best friend
-Knock it off. -Huh, what?
Don't look at me like that, with those eyes.
What are you…
Oh, these eyes?
Stop.
Stop trying to protect me, Lyna.
We'll sing our favorite song
Still the sun begins to rise
Forget all about
People throwing shade And the games that they play
So, here it is. Uh, I thought about this a lot with Simon.
I mean, Simon helped a lot.
Well, we found a way to stop the van.
Simon, you want to explain?
No, no, I'm too old to play around with Matchbox cars.
-Ah. -Count me out.
Fine.
According to our source, the target
is in a warehouse in the middle of La Villette.
When Damocles shows up and takes him away,
they'll have to drive all the way across Paris
before they reach their base, right over here.
-To do this… Everybody with me so far? -Yup.
Okay, great.
Now, to get to their base, they'll have to drive over the Seine,
and then go through a bunch of tunnels.
And that's where we come in.
Too many unknowns. We hit them as soon as they head out.
It's armored, how do we stop it?
-This part's brilliant. -This is completely insane.
Don't listen, he's wrong.
When they exit the tunnel near Rue François right about here,
we go like this…
…and shoo!
That's it.
-We're gonna use a cable? -Yes.
That's actually great. Honestly.
I got a better idea. We're not doing your version.
What's this piece of junk?
It was your grandfather's.
After you, madam.
He would do all his heists with it.
Afterward, he'd be gone for months.
None of it made much sense to me, I was too little.
So I hated this car from a very young age.
I assumed if I could make it disappear, he'd finally stay home.
So, I got this idea.
I was about, uh, 13. I stole the car.
I just wasn't prepared for 250 horsepower.
I crashed it right away.
I was about to get a beating, or so I thought, but he didn't do that.
He didn't say anything.
He drove the car into the garage.
Next morning, he woke me up at dawn, took me out,
and put me behind the wheel.
We did that over and over.
Every now and then, I just like to run the engine.
Such a beautiful sound.
Now it's yours.
Thank you.
I'll take good care of it.
Nexus, it's Phantom here. Starting delivery. Over.
Understood, Phantom. Stand by.
Nexus, this is Phantom. We've got company.
Gonna need backup.
Nexus?
Nexus? Fuckers.
Are you sure about this?
I'm sure armored vans were different back then.
It's fine, relax.
We just wait here.
Goddammit.
-That SUV is blocking us. -Don't get trapped. Drive, go!
Go ahead, come on.
Hit the gas.
-Okay, hold on. -Hold on for what?
Just hold on.
Move, now!
We've got a shooting in the west end.
Damocles is behind this.
Shoot to kill.
On our way.
-All right. -What are you doing? That's way too much!
No, it'll be fine.
Use that much and he'll get killed. The metal's 12 centimeters thick.
On this kind of van? No, you're wrong, it's 15 centimeters, moron.
This van's an eight-oh-five D, the door metal is 12, not 15!
You're driving me nuts! Okay, whatever. Here we go. All set. There. Happy?
Yes.
All right.
All right, come on.
Okay. Let's go.
Come on, buddy.
-Let's go. -Our friends are here, we gotta go.
Go, go, go!
Get us out of here!
Hey, cuz.
Come here.
Thank you. I didn't think you'd do this for me.
-After what happened. -Who gives a shit?
It's in the past. Come on, come here.
Now, kill him.
No. You don't have to do this, man! No. No.
No. No!
You see that?
I just say the word, she obeys.
Don't be so glum.
You just took a major asset away from those assholes.
And you made my dad happy.
That's a win-win.
Well, let's fight a war now.
I think you need an upgrade
Level up
Say what you want But I'm taking the shot
And I'm shaking them off When I level up
Aim for the top when I level up
Ain't gonna stop 'til I level up Level up, level up
Oz is coming.
Start making moves.
So you're attacking Damocles convoys now?
It's complicated.
When people say that, it's usually 'cause they don't wanna admit that it's simple.
Why're you fighting them?
Silence isn't enough this time.
I was a jerk when we were together.
I wanted to decide for you, and we all know where that led us.
Now you're doing the same to me.
Selma's trying to build a resistance.
Uniting the clans.
-Oh God. -Don't panic, it's fine.
The Furies are gonna burn Paris down, but I shouldn't panic?
My boss wants blood. If there's a war, he'll create carnage.
-How do you not get that? -You get any info about the boy?
No.
No father, family members, nothing.
Although we found the kid's fingerprints at a crime scene.
His mother got her throat slit in an apartment in the ninth.
When the cops got there, it was too late.
The boy was gone by then.
My guess is he was wandering alone for days, until Blanche found him.
What about her killer then?
She must have hurt him. There was blood.
It was a guy. But no records. We got nothing.
Oz. I know the boy saw him.
-Explains why they're looking for Leon. -Yeah--
What's up?
How's your little party going?
You know, Lyna, if you're gonna deceive us,
you better clean up after yourself.
I'm not about to sweep this under the carpet. -