Niemans, you have to come. He's going to kill us all.
All of us... He wants our eyes! Our fucking eyes, Niemans!
Pick up the fucking phone... Pick up!
Marek, what's going on? I've tried calling 20 times...
This isn't Marek.
Who is this?
Superintendent Niemans. You? - Damien Ollivery.
I'm a prison guard.
Marek is dead. - What?
Ivan and Marek... They've been murdered.
What happened? - There's blood everywhere.
What's that noise I hear?
Oh fuck... Fucking hell... It's Marek.
He's alive. Marek's alive!
Damien, inform the director. I'm on my way, OK?
Preserve the crime scene. You hear me? Preserve the crime scene!
Shit...
What the fuck is going on...
Niemans?
Camille, it's me. I need you, it's urgent.
All right, Camille?
Gordheim Penitentiary. One of France's worst prisons.
And what are we doing here?
One inmate dead in his cell, mutilated.
Another seriously wounded.
Deaths in custody aren't really our speciality.
I know the victims.
Two armed robbers I caught.
Their leader is Marek Volsnic, the guy who called me up.
Why call you? Do you give your number to all felons?
That's my business.
He was scared witless.
Now he's half dead and his pal Ivan is fully dead.
Superintendent Niemans, Lieutenant Delaunay.
ID, please. - We have an appointment.
Superintendent Niemans? - Yes.
Franck Dumont, head of security.
Madame...? - Lieutenant.
This way.
Must be the director.
I get the feeling that he's something of an idealist.
Hard to work with in the prison system. - Yeah, I know the type.
Director, Superintendent Niemans.
Michel Levard. Officer Ollivery said you'd be coming.
And you are? - Lieutenant Delaunay.
Where are the prisoners?
In the courtyard. I wanted to avoid causing any panic.
Good move, but word spreads fast in prison.
I'm aware. You know, Superintendent...
I know my job and I respect my inmates.
No matter what they may have done, these men are still human beings.
I try to spare them the worst.
Of course, we often face problems.
But what happened last night goes far beyond the pale.
You be the judge.
Ivan, Marek's right-hand man.
I can hardly recognise him.
His eyes were cut out, tongue severed...
Multiple cuts to the torso. They went crazy on his legs.
It's methodical, almost ritualistic.
The killer has their own style.
"He'll kill us all"... That's the message Marek left me.
I still don't get why this is important to you.
Are you aware you have a psychopath in here?
Let's discuss this in my office.
This kind of crime is your speciality, right?
What do you advise? - Begin criminal proceedings.
Call the prosecutor, open a case.
Make a joint referral. Don't worry, we're used to it.
That's not really what I had in mind.
What, then?
Well, to start with, I was thinking...
something less official.
That's not possible.
We need to inform our higher-ups.
Lieutenant, running a prison is like a balancing act.
It has an unstable, fragile equilibrium.
What I mean is, if we call the police right away,
they'll come here en masse, this will rile up emotions...
Things might get bad. - Don't you think it's bad enough already?
What do you suggest?
Begin your investigation "under the radar", let's say.
Then check in after 48 hours. - OK, suits me.
I'll start by questioning Officer Ollivery.
What's your game?
This could backfire badly. - I know, Camille.
Levard's just scared of ruining his rehabilitation schemes.
Maybe Levard's right.
If the cavalry turns up, nobody will talk and we'll get nothing.
We need to call it in.
This gives us time. Let's make the most of it.
After, I promise we'll open a case.
Hello.
Damien Ollivery.
Last we spoke, I was a little curt with you.
And I was spooked.
How'd you find them?
I was doing my rounds. The door to Ivan's cell was open.
What I don't get is how Marek wound up there.
Everything was locked.
Where's Marek now? - In town
at the hospital penitential service.
It has a stunning view of the courtyard.
We're looking for Marek's gang.
How many are they? - There were five of them.
Minus the guy who just died, four. All guys from the Balkans.
Right now, I only see three. In the middle of the centre circle.
The old guy in brown is Vlad. In the red-chequered jacket, Yuri.
And the big guy in blue is Davit.
Looks like it's kicking off...
What are you up to?
Huh? Tell me...
Now we know the score.
The black guy is a dealer. The guy he attacked must be muscling in.
He's upped the pressure, now Marek's lot steps in.
Like in all prisons, the big-timers hold dominance.
Take them out, you can take their power.
Right, except this doesn't fit our murders.
It's too sophisticated for a gang war.
It's claustrophobic in there.
You must be exhausted. Shall I drive? - Where?
To the hospital, to see Marek.
He probably saw the attacker.
Go alone. - You do all this and won't see him?
Not right away. You handle the scumbag-in-chief.
I'll deal with his lackeys, OK?
I know where Ivan and Marek are.
But one of you is missing: Luka.
Where is he?
You don't want to talk to the cop who busted you...
The only reason I'm here is Ivan.
The nutcase who did this seem motivated to kill again.
You can act all innocent,
but don't shit yourselves when the next body turns up.
Niemans...
What are you doing, you snitch!
Do you trust Marek or not?
He was the one who called this cop.
I'm listening, Yuri.
Marek's like a father to me.
And all these guys are my family.
That's the only reason. Otherwise, you'd be dead.
But for now, you're here. So?
They weren't the first.
What?
Luka? - He died in a cell fire
eight days ago.
Hello.
- Lieutenant Delaunay.
Marek Volsnic is a witness in a case.
I'm his doctor. - I want to see him.
Not possible... - Thanks.
Goodbye.
We've put him in an induced coma.
Then wake him up. - No.
Waking him too soon could be fatal. I just told your colleague.
Which colleague? - The lady who just left.
Excuse me... Excuse me!
Are you with the police? - No, why?
Lieutenant Delaunay.
Marek Volsnic's doctor told me you were with the police.
She misunderstood. I just said I was with "the service".
Vera, Vera Leroy. I'm the prison psychiatrist.
Volsnic's your patient? - Yes.
Can you say why he was being treated?
You know full well I can't say.
I need to go.
Can I have a cigarette?
Thanks.
I came to see him because I'm worried.
Lately, he had been coming in for sessions every day.
He was very agitated.
Why?
The things he said were muddled.
He said he saw "the eye".
That it'd soon be his turn.
He said Azrael was coming for him. - Who's Azrael?
The angel of death.
Does the prison have a library? - Yes.
Is that all right with you? - Yes.
Thanks.
That's Max.
He's been here since the prison opened.
He said he'll help you.
I need to go, I've got an appointment.
Goodbye. - Thanks.
Hello. - Hello.
Azrael...
The angel who harvests souls. The souls of men, angels, and demons.
His wings are covered in tongues and eyes.
Why? - They represent the souls he's taken.
They're the final things left to a dying man.
Souls are taken feet first.
First, a man can't walk.
Then they can't speak. Then they shut their eyes.
Was any one really into this kind of thing?
Demons, beliefs, all that...
You're in a prison, Madame. Here, everyone believes.
Demons, evil, the devil, are all real.
What did you get from Marek? - Nothing, he's in an induced coma.
But I had an run-in with the prison shrink, Vera Leroy.
Marek had therapy with her.
Marek in therapy? No shit...
He went every day. Know what they discussed?
No, go on. - Azrael.
The angel of death.
He collects the souls of men by ripping out their tongues and eyes.
So the killer reckons they're Azrael.
That explains the ritual.
I made a discovery. Luka, the missing member.
He died last week in a cell fire. The director neglected to tell us.
Are we shaking him down? - No, we'll shake down the corpse.
This is your autopsy report? "Asphyxiation, third-degree burns..."
All that's missing is "sun cream allergy".
Why complicate things? It was a cell fire.
We need a more advanced exam.
When do you need this? - Now, please.
What are you looking for? - Anything to do with the eyes.
Ah, just so...
There are irregularities. Bone fractures...
around the orbital socket.
Something scraped the cavity.
Like his eyes were ripped out? - Exactly, yes.
Azrael.
Azrael killed Luka.
The angel of death is everywhere.
He has a thousand wings. He sees with his hands.
And why is he attacking your gang?
You'd have to ask the others. - We're asking you, Davit.
Why is he coming after you?
It's Marek's fault. He brought Azrael here.
How so? - Marek had lost his soul.
He wasn't the same.
Luka and Ivan always said so. - Said what?
I don't know.
I don't know nothin'.
He's drugged out. We'll get nothing from him.
Yes?
Luka's eyes were removed. He got the same treatment as Ivan.
What are you saying? Those are two separate cases.
Clear signs of eye removal.
We just came from the morgue. A full autopsy would have found this.
The fire was used to hide the murder.
That's illogical!
Ritual murders follow a pattern. Why would they do this?
Also, our cameras cover the entirely the prison.
I've viewed the tapes, nobody was walking the corridors.
Why didn't you report Luka's death?
I don't know! I didn't think, all right? We do the best we can here.
You don't know what it's like.
Our budgets are strained, endless inspections...
There's pressure on my staff and inmates.
The slightest blip, it all sinks. - What if we hadn't come?
Handle it internally? Out of sight, out of mind?
There's a lot more you're hiding from us.
I'm hiding nothing. It's all getting out of control.
I'm completely overrun.
I need your help terribly, so please...
Let's work together.
Good evening. - Evening.
Two rooms, Niemans and Delaunay. - I was expecting you.
You've got two rooms upstairs.
If you want to switch rooms, you're spoiled for choice, we're empty.
Is there a bar in town where the prison guards go after work?
Yes, the Sing Sing.
Can't miss it. It's the only bar open at night.
It's a bar inside a former sports hall.
That shut down, just like everything else.
The prison killed all the businesses.
And everyone ran off.
If it were me, I'd shoot the lot of them.
Cheaper for society, and we'd could get on with our work.
You're against rehabilitation? - Since when do we rehabilitate animals?
Rabid dogs... You put them down, right?
And what do we do with morons?
Gentlemen.
There's the shrink.
I'll handle Damien.
Lieutenant.
One day in Gordheim and you need a drink already?
What are you having?
Same as you.
Alec? Same again.
Right... We think the killer has a friend opening the doors.
This explains how Marek entered Ivan's cell.
A friend in uniform?
Among the staff, do you know anyone who's a bit too close to the prisoners?
Trafficking is common. Some do phones, others do cigs...
Then there's also favours, such as longer visiting hours.
I don't get involved in that. - All right.
If I asked you to find the bent guards, could you do that for me?
I'd like to, but I've only been here six months.
They won't let me get close, you know? - Still, I'll give you my number.
In case you hear anything at all.
Thanks.
Is he your partner?
Yeah.
Superintendent Niemans.
You've heard of him?
Yeah, from Marek.
Did he often talk about Niemans?
Marek wasn't like the others. Sometimes, he'd...
He'd lower his guard and open up.
Do you record your sessions?
Yes, but I can't give them to you.
All I can tell you is...
Marek hated Niemans.
I don't understand why Marek called him.
"Marek gang" violence: One cash escort dies.
NATIONAL POLICE
POLICE REPORT ARREST OF MAREK VOLSNIC
Access denied
Shit...
Leutnant Kleinert, ich höre.
Lieutenant? That's new.
Camille Delaunay? - How'd you guess?
Only you'd call after two years of silence without even saying "hello".
Sorry. How are you?
Don't bother. What do you want?- Info on a case from five years ago.
A joint case between German and French police.
Marek Volsnic. Ring any bells?
The Bosnian? Wasn't he arrested?- Yes, by Niemans himself.
I need more info on the arrest, but his file is restricted.
Could you ask around for me?
You're investigating him? What's going on with Niemans?
Will you do it or not? - Now that's more like you.
Thanks.
We need to go further, to the other side.
Other side of what? - The bars, with the prisoners.
Are you sure? Quite a few would like to flay you.
That's what I live for.
No, this wasn't our agreement.
I gave you full access, but you can't go into the cells.
I don't want you taking risks nor disturbing the detainees.
I respect your philosophy, but the killer will strike again.
We have no choice, we must go further.
Superintendent... You'll take full responsibility.
But you do so without your partner. We can't have a woman with the inmates.
And you'll have a permanent escort. Do you agree?
You'll make the introductions.
I want to know who all the players are. - No.
The director doesn't want us having access to prisoners' files.
Piss off! - Get outta here!
All right! Enough. He got what he deserved.
New guy, take him to the infirmary.
Does the director allow this?
Think this is funny?
What's your name? - Aydin.
What just happened? - Did something happen?
Tell your guys to back off. I don't like being pressured.
You see that?
Maybe that's why they call me the Sun King.
What's your name? You didn't introduce yourself.
Niemans. Superintendent Niemans.
See this, guys? They even send celebrities to see us.
What does Azrael mean to you?
The angel of death. He's cleansing this prison.
You seem quite well informed.
The guy you beat up...
Is he a friend of Marek's? - Possibly.
You know, prison is like a battlefield.
If your enemy retreats, you claim their territory.
What the hell! What were you doing?
My job. There was a brawl, so I... I separated them.
You were overwhelmed. No chit-chat, you hit them.
Shall I show you how to get respect?
Show me, Franck. I'm curious to see.
It's always been like this. They're been ragging on me.
The infamous man-in-uniform I was telling you about...
Could it be Franck? - Don't know.
In any case, it wouldn't bother him having an inmate killer in the prison.
Where's that prick's locker? - Over there.
The first locker, just there.
OK, make sure nobody comes in. - All right.
Camille, it's me.
Can you check something, please?
Oh shit...
Thank you.
A head guard, with Franck's seniority,
do you think he makes about 2000 euros a month?
He had much more money inside those envelopes he had.
We know already that it's not his pay check.
Nor any profits from prison drug trafficking.
Why not?
Money doesn't circulate in prisons. It's about power plays.
But it may be linked to the meth in Franck's locker and the cash you saw.
He traffics to the outside?
Perhaps, yes.
But we don't know where the drugs are from.
But what's the connection to Azrael?
I've got no idea, Camille.
No idea.
What are you having? - I'm not hungry.
I'm off to bed.
See you tomorrow.
Niemans... We need to talk.
Azrael is everywhere, you know?
He takes our eyes, he sees everything. - I don't have time.
Enough, Davit! - Wait! Wait!
Where's he going? - To the boiler.
What was that?
All right, Damien?
I'll be all right. It's nothing, don't worry.
The bastard got me... I'll be a week without my right hand.
But I got his shoulder. - Did you identify him?
No, he was wearing a balaclava.
Probably an inmate. He had a wristband.
An injured inmate... We'll find him.
This attack was rather good news. - Trying to kill you is good news?
We're making progress. The killer is panicking.
Not just him. I panicked too.
What's next? Finding you in the morgue?
We're done. I'm calling it in.
No, hang up... Camille, hang up!
You're not yourself, Niemans.
You can't even see it.
Davit tried to talk to me, but I didn't want to listen.
This is driving me mad, Camille. I'll end up believing in Azrael...
Get a grip, Niemans.
He's just some nutcase looking to eliminate Marek's gang.
What do you think of the Sun King?
He's an odd guy. Dangerous, vicious, but charismatic.
The guys in his gang are under his sway.
They'd give their lives for him.
And what does he want?
To stand atop the pyramid. He'll do anything to get there.
So, Superintendent Niemans...
What can the Sun King do for you? - You're no king, Aydin.
Just some shit-eating scumbag rotting here for the rest of his days.
Where were you this morning? - I was in the workshop.
Paying my debt to society.
You sure about that? - Yeah.
That's not allowed.
I know, but I don't care. I do what I want.
You're losing your nerve, Superintendent.
And where were you?
In the workshop. What the hell is it to you?
Does that hurt?
Yeah, that must hurt. Son of a bitch...
Superintendent! - What's this? Does it hurt?
Huh, you son of a bitch! Huh? - That's enough.
You've lost the plot. You're assaulting my detainees.
You crossed the line. - Of course I did!
Your detainee with a shoulder injury attacked us in the basement.
No, I checked the attendance sheet. That man is telling the truth.
He was in the workshop. It was a work injury...
You know that's bullshit! - Niemans...
You came here to find the killer. And I gave you 48 hours.
Time's up, so we'll move ahead. Tomorrow, I'll begin proceedings.
Three deaths in one week in your model prison.
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.
I could get used to not drinking alone.
I've worked here for three years.
It feels like the prison walls surround the whole town.
Inside or outside... There's no difference.
We're the same.
Must be because we're always surrounded by lunatics.
You're wrong. They're not all crazy.
They don't deserve to be abandoned.
Sorry, you're right. I'm just tired.
I heard about Davit.
The pressure is mounting inside.
Many of them have mentioned Azrael in sessions.
Everyone is starting to believe in him.
Vera, I really need to listen to the recordings you did with Marek.
I want to know what he told you.
I've handed over everything useful. The rest doesn't concern you.
Can't you at least understand that?
What's wrong, Niemans? - I'm getting wasted. I'm fine.
I've seen it all before. What's really going on?
Everything's fine. Smooth sailing... - Do you think I'm an idiot?
Why does Marek tell his shrink about you?
His shrink...
Right, and she won't say more. So I have to talk to you.
Tell me what Marek has against you. Otherwise I can't help.
Don't you get it? I don't fucking need anyone.
This is my case. Only I can solve it. You got that clear?
Thanks.
I'll take you to your room.
No, it's fine. I've been through worse...
Oberinspektor still pining for you? - No...
Yes?- Your boss really has a filthy mouth.
You, on the other hand, are still as pretty as ever.
Turn on your headlights.
How did you find me?
Are you sure you're still a cop?
You traced my call...
I had to.
You're not the kind to call when you need help.
I'm lost.
You can't imagine how lost I am. - I'm here now.
A one-night stand with a married man... That won't make things better.
I'm not married any more.
And that's not the question.
This affair concerns both our services.
I also want to shed some light on this case.
Mario, why are you with them? What the hell are you doing?
What are you doing?
No mobile network signal.
We need to stop doing this in cars.
You think so?
By the way...
One of our guys was there
when Marek and his gang was arrested, but...
But what?
What I'm about to say wasn't recorded anywhere.
Go on, spill it.
The day of the arrest, Niemans found the robbers.
He rounded up the cavalry.
How did he find them? - He never wanted to tell us that.
The assault was launched on-site. There was shooting everywhere.
Niemans vanished into the chaos.
We got the upper hand and caught more than half the gang.
And Niemans? - He didn't answer his walkie-talkie.
My contact heard cries from a corridor.
Marek was on his knees, atop Niemans,
trying to strangle him, shouting "You betrayed me".
They were accomplices? - I'm not done.
When the squad pounced on Marek, Niemans got in their way.
To protect the man trying to kill him?
Apparently, he was in a rage.
Did he explain himself after?
The great Superintendent Niemans? No.
Marek, do you hear me?
I'm a cop, I work with Niemans.
Did he come?
Why do you hate him?
He's a murderer...
Niemans...
is a murderer.