- What do we do? - Go that way. I'll take the other block.
Are you police?
No, I'm not.
I know a police officer when I see one.
Okay.
We have to treat this.
So, follow me.
If you don't come with me, they'll catch you.
Switch your phone off.
Putain! That's impossible.
Are you okay? Your face is pretty bad.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Just a scratch.
Yes, Elsa Ley.
Backup necessary. We're pursuing a drug dealer and presumed murderer.
A young man. Approximately 170 tall, 70 kilos.
Of African origin. He's wearing a pale blue jogging hoodie.
Hurry up.
Cross the street.
Come on.
Here.
Merci.
- Yeah? - Yeah, Elsa.
Policemen have spotted the suspect on Duscher Street
and he was apparently being accompanied by Luc Capitani.
What the fuck?
Fine. Okay. Merci. Bye.
Fuck!
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Putain.
I don't wanna see a doctor.
Mr Police Officer.
I'm not a police officer.
You're a drug dealer and in deep trouble.
I'm not a dealer.
I'm here for family business.
I don't care. I wanna know where those drugs come from.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ah.
Oh, my God.
- What are you doing here? - So you work here?
Yeah. If you ever called me, you would know that.
This guy's wounded.
English?
- Hmm? - Yes.
Have a seat over there.
What's your name?
I'm Jeanne. This is Luc.
- You are? - I'm Lucky.
Lucky it is.
Oh, sorry.
Where are you from?
He's not gonna say a word.
- You two are a good fit then. - What is she saying?
I'm his sister.
Your sister?
Did you arrest him? Is he a dealer?
No. I'm no dealer.
- I'm not a cop any more. - In the drug business now?
I don't have time for small talk...
- Why wasn't I allowed to visit you? - Oh, no.
- You're joking. - I could've helped.
- What if I didn't want help? - No, because in prison nobody needs help.
- You know better than anybody else. - I don't know better than anybody else.
I don't know what you're so ashamed of. You're not a paedophile.
- Paedophile? - Oh, shut up!
You know, brothers and sisters, that's always complicated.
Is Mr Police Officer really your brother?
I'm not a police officer.
No, he's not a police officer.
Not any more. But, yes, he is my brother.
Hurry up. Time for us to leave.
Haven't seen him in four years, can you imagine? Four years.
Quite a long time for not seeing your mother or sister.
Family is important. The most important.
I'm sure you're helping out your family back home.
- If not, you should. - Putain, Jeanne! That's enough.
There you go.
I'll give you some medicine.
- Take one pill per day. - Yeah, that's good advice.
Come on, come on.
I don't care what the papers said. They say what they can.
You'll always be my brother. I'm on your side.
I want to go home.
Okay, then tell me, where is that?
Hey. Who is selling your drugs?
I am not a drug dealer!
- I'm here for family business. - Bullshit!
If you don't tell me anything, I'll bring you to the next police station.
Grace Onu is dead,
and you are the main suspect.
No. What?
It's up to you.
- Grace is dead? - Yeah, she's been murdered.
No, no, no. That's not possible.
Okay.
How do you know her?
- Answer me! - She's my sister!
She's my sister.
She cannot be dead, you're a liar.
- Where are you going? - Fuck off! Liar!
My God.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
On the ground! On the ground! Now!
Get down! Give us your hands.
Keep still.
It's too late. He swallowed it.
Turn around.
Fuck.
Watch your head.
So happy that we managed to do it.
Hi.
Inès?
Here. I'll see ya.
Do you know about Grace having a brother here in Luxembourg at the moment?
No, but...
But what?
It's seldom a positive thing.
What do you mean by that?
It's because, often,
they arrive to get their sisters and can be very violent.
They want to wash away the dishonour of their family.
I thought that for Africans it was different.
Their families usually know about it.
In Nigeria, they curse the girls,
usually before they depart for Europe.
Black magic, yeah?
It's to be feared more than any other threat.
The women died in a sort of voodoo ritual, it looks like.
And you said that he's here?
Mmm.
Magic is very important in their family.
Hello.
Congratulations for the Blue Diamond.
What about the Blue Diamond?
- We're going to change it completely. - Hopefully.
- What? - You either order champagne for 500 euros
or you can piss off, yeah?
- Dominik... - And you, you should be dressed.
Okay? Clients will be here soon.
Go, go, go.
I knew it.
You're not dead.
For the last time,
what's his name?
Where does he live?
Oh! Talk to me!
It's pointless.
I'll write the report.
Oi, oi, oi.
Did your boss beat you?
Hmm?
Or your father?
Did he hurt you like this? Huh?
Or like that?
Did he hurt you with his cigarettes? Eh?
I know how that feels, believe me. Oh, yes, I do.
Come on. Come on.
Tell me what you know.
I have all day.
Er, Inspector?
You should leave it.
- Thanks for stopping me. - Mmm-hmm.
Help him and let him go.
Come on. Get up.
Read this.
The crime unit is not taking it seriously.
"I've been working in Luxembourg for five years."
Er, "Today I must leave..."
Yeah, does sound far-fetched.
Yeah, but Grace has been murdered.
So she was onto something. We must do more.
You don't seriously believe it's Dominik Draga killing whores.
- "Whores"? - Yeah.
Hmm.
- And why not? - He's not gonna kill his business, is he?
- There are other motives. - Doesn't matter any more. Grace is dead.
And that paper there is no proof.
Dominik Draga must be wiretapped at least.
I'll inform the judge right away.
There's a Black guy asking for you at the door.
- What? - Some bloke, he's pissed and annoying.
Go now before Dominik loses his temper.
She's alive, Luc.
I saw it.
The birds told me.
"The birds"?
In my family, we... read nature's messages.
Lucky, she's dead.
- I wanna see her. - You can't.
The police have her body.
Grace is really important for my people.
She's a... a medicine woman, an alufa.
- A doctor? - No, no, no. A priestess.
She's very powerful, even more than our father.
He died a few months ago. She was supposed to take his place.
I have to bring her back to Nigeria.
- Have you paid the debt? - The debt...
If she's dead, I've failed.
I can't go back to my people without seeing her body.
I can still save her spirit.
Otherwise she will be doomed,
and my family will be cursed.
You let me see her, I'll tell you everything I know about the drugs.
Wait.
She's in there.
Wait.
First, the information.
Who sells you the drugs?
You have ten minutes.
Clock is ticking.
There's a... Brazilian guy.
- He comes to us. - Where from, and what's his name?
No idea. But sometimes he sells on the parking lot,
near the border in Belgium.
Something with a... "At".
- Athus? - Yeah.
Yeah, Athus.
Okay.
I told you so.
That's not my sister.
- I shouldn't have trusted you. - What do you mean?
My sister is alive.
And you're a bastard.
Er, bonjour.
Did I know I was seeing you?
Er...
Maybe you did.
No, not in there.
What exactly are you looking for?
Excuse me, I'm talking to you.
There's no suitcase?
There's always a suitcase.
I'm not sure. Who are you?
- Are you police? - No.
So how about that 200 or so?
We could spend some time together in one of the other rooms.
There's three of you living here. Can I speak to your colleague?
What's her name?
Stella? She's got an appointment.
An appointment at the coroner's?
The two of us are gonna have a chat.
In future, we'd like if you asked us before visiting our girls.
And I'd like to understand what's going on here.
And what exactly is "going on" here?
You don't even know what's going on under your own roof.
Two girls are missing.
We know that much.
Do you know it wasn't Grace who was found dead?
It was her roommate.
Stella.
It was a false identification.
But they all look the same when they're dressed up in a pink wig, yeah?
So, where is Grace then?
That's what I wanted to ask you.
We didn't know about that yet.
We thought the Nigerians had killed Grace and Stella,
but her body hadn't been found yet.
But that's not information we're sharing.
We don't want to create panic among our artists, after all.
Grace could still be alive.
- And knows something, so she's scared. - Then we must protect her.
First, we need to make sure these Nigerians are behaving better.
And, you,
I'd appreciate you stop playing detective from now on.
All the women must be warned.
So they take better precautions.
Nobody tells me how to be a businessman, is that clear?
Now fuck off.
- Luc, putain! Seriously? - It's important.
The second prostitute who was found dead, the African one,
it is not Grace Onu.
Sorry, what?
The dealer you're looking for is Lucky Onu, Grace's brother.
He's seen the corpse, and I was with him.
Well, who is it then?
A girl called Stella Abasi.
Hmm. Should I trust you, however?
Stella adopted the appearance of Pink Panther for a while,
with the pink wig, you must remember.
Hmm.
So he was after Grace?
I know Grace was there the evening Andreea Popescu was killed
at the parking area. I guess she saw something.
- That is for sure. - Why?
The police received a letter from her.
And what did she believe?
What did it say?
Let's just say, if she's still alive, there'll be a lot to say.
Elsa, who did she see?
Forget it, Capitani.
After that crap with the dealer, we can't help each other.
Isn't it a lot more fun being together?
You must have annoyed your mother for her to make us do this together.
Valentina is giving me new responsibilities.
Yeah, that's it.
She's not just telling me off.
For what? Silly errors?
You gonna tell me where we're heading?
To Athus in Belgium.
To Athus?
To have fries there?
For a drug dealer who's there.
There's a big one hanging around at the train station.
Yes, a little bit of action.
We're just observing, not making a scene there, understand?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Instead of following Capitani,
we should be looking for Grace if she's alive.
And we will.
First, we need to make sure Capitani doesn't fuck with us.
What are you looking at?
You know perfectly well what.
I'm working right now.
Yeah, I know. I can do two things at the same time.
This really isn't the right moment, Toni.
What's the plan?
I want to find out how they operate here.
Putain.
That could take forever.
There are larger crowds here than on Saturdays at the shopping centre.
What are you doing? Hey!
Uh-oh.
The money and gear, quick!
Fuck off!
- Give me the cash and the coke. - Okay.
Are you fucking dumb?
Fuck!
Putain.
- You mustn't. - We have to do something.
No, we cannot get involved.
- The cash. - Dominik, put it down.
You finally arrived. Help me, damn it.
Who the fuck is that?
Drop your weapon.
Lower your weapon and step back. I won't hesitate to shoot.
Fuck.
Better do what she says.
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