Sometimes the jokes of well raided kids may go wrong. It's so funny when you are 14 years old to come with a band and steal some croissant from a bakery. What could the police do about it? They can't just wait for the kids to come. Until the bakery is ransacked and the baker goes mad.
A flagrante delicto ordered by the Chief officer goes wrong. Lieutenant Karine shoots. Too hastily. The whole story started because of Pascal the unlucky guy who opened a French Fries House near the police station. Hold up by the cops, hold up by the Cité, he is about to commit suicide.
It's Christmas Eve. The Christmas tree is in the cafeteria, everything's fine. Except that an ordinary man decides to burglar a small jewellery. He takes the saler as a hostage. A school teacher fails at taking care of her own son and she accuses her sister to lock her up.
Thefts, burglaries, petty crimes of all kind are developing. The police station is ccrowded. It becomes hard for our cops to cope with the stealing of evegetables in a garden and the shop lifting of a beautiful prostitute and the assault of an old lady by two teenagers.