All language subtitles for La.moucharde.1958.DVDRip.x264.AC3.eng

Informer

What is it?
Is anyone there?

- What are you up to, Robert?
- I'm on duty.

A girl escaped from the centre.

If I see her, I'll tell her
you're looking for her.

She'll come find you.

- Good night, then.
- Good morning, actually.

What are you doing here?

Are you the escapee
from the centre?

The police are after you.

Don't stay here.
I don't want any trouble.

Come on, scram!

Hurry up!

Hi.

Have you seen a young girl
in a grey sweater and a blue skirt?

Grey sweater and a blue skirt?

Yes, that rings a bell.
I saw her earlier.

She was running along there.

Thanks.

She was running fast.

Not as fast as a motorcycle.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

To Paris.

I'll get you out of here.

The coast's clear...
Come quickly.

Get in and hide yourself.

My engine's overheating.

Like a cigarette?

You're too kind.

Don't move,
I'll bring it to you.

Thanks...

You bastard...

You're doing me a favour
and making me pay for it.

Just then,
when I felt you against me...

it gave me the idea of….

Well, I thought…

It's over now.

I wouldn't want you
to think I'm a thug.

- Where are you going?
- I'm leaving.

Please...
We're in the middle of nowhere.

I'll take you to Paris.

- You've arrived safely.
- Thank you.

Where will you stay?

- At a friend's.
- Can I see you again?

Yes, I understand.

If you need me,
I'm here every night.

I have dinner over there,
before I go deliver.

- I'll remember that.
- Wait.

- You'll need it.
- But why...

Take it. You'll repay me
when you can.

That'll give me
the chance to see you again.

So, when?

I don't know. A day or so.

Goodbye.

Betty!

Not "goodbye"... "See you"!

- Mrs Michaud.
- Miss Betty? It's been ages!

How are your parents?
You stayed with them a long time.

They were holding me back.

Country life didn't seem
to do you much good.

Is Frederic here?

No, he's at his newspaper,
Paris Secrets.

He's working?

He'll be happy
to see you again.

Do you have the address
of the newspaper?

On the way out,
turn right twice...

and go down
Rue Clignancourt.

No.
There's better than that.

You turn right
and take 85 Rue Ramey.

No.
At 30 Blanche Place.

But no!
How stupid of me.

There's a simpler way.

Do you like this pose?

- 'Baby Doll' style?
- No, that's not it.

You told me a photo
called 'Holidays'.

- I'm interpreting.
- You're not there.

For our client,
it's something else.

Put your skirt back on.

Okay. Let's see.

You're going to lie back
on the deckchair.

You fell asleep.
The wind lifted your skirt.

You don't notice...

You're asleep with
a newspaper on your face.

A newspaper?

Are you saying that I'm plain...

...and you want to hide my face?

- Okay. No newspaper.
- And no skirt.

And your wind is dirty.

Do you prefer to be
completely naked?

Yes. It's not the same.

It's normal,
when you're well-built.

It's art.

For your nasty thing,
it's a no.

It'll be naked,
in a bikini, or nothing.

Then it'll be nothing.

Are you serious?

You want to give me a complex?
We'll see.

Do I have a good figure,
yes or no?

Come back here immediately,
or else, you can get out.

You're lucky I have to
earn a living.

- I'll pose dressed.
- Very well.

I know what the girls
will say...

that my breasts are
discouraging.

This can't go on forever.

Don't mind him,
he's an anarchist.

But absolutely harmless.

Do you want to see Martignac?

Think about it.

We need to revitalise the collection.

We need new faces.

Like that one.

- She's a friend of mine.
- All the more reason.

Too bad, I won't insist.

When I regret the most,
I insist the least.

I'll leave you.

Would you like
to come with me?

- How come you're here?
- It's a surprise.

No, not here.

Paul, if anyone asks for me,
I'm at the bistro.

Okay.

Come on.

So, tell me...
You're working?

A crummy job
that doesn't pay much.

I found myself alone,
suddenly...

So I decided to work.

And you... you escaped?

This morning.

I needed to see you...

...to feel you near me.

I know what you mean.
I thought of you too.

What will it be, Mr Frederic?

I would like something dry.

- Dry Martini?
- Yes, two.

And the friends?

Oh, they're just stagnating.
Everyone's stagnating.

The good life passes by,
holding a big sign...

"Young people are forbidden
to touch it"

- You haven't changed.
- You want to live as much as I do.

That's why we need each other.

- How much is that?
- 250.

Everything's going up,
except wages.

- You can say that again.
- Keep the change.

Thank you very much,
Mr Frederic.

Do you know what we're
going to have tonight?

A party for my return.

You're joking. What with?

I have 20,000 francs,
minus my metro ticket.

Where did you get it?

A nice guy gave me a lift.
And then... that's it.

He gave you money,
without wanting anything?

Of course he tried.

But you have no reason
to be jealous.

- Really?
- You dope.

Okay. I'm going home
to change.

Tonight, we're forgetting everything.
Okay?

I couldn't resist.
You two were so cute.

Paul, our photographer.

We met, this morning.

Like a drink?

If you're buying...
I'm broke.

So, what are you doing here?

A commission.

A large panorama
of Paris by night.

A completely new idea...

...that was an honour to
the boss's imagination.

Scotch.

I hate it,
but it's the in thing to drink.

- Are you going to publish this picture?
- Yes.

With a promising caption...

"At midnight, she is still dressed...

"but turn the page…"

On the other side,
we'll see you completely naked.

It's in the literary pages
of our newspaper.

Seriously...
Forget it.

You want her all to yourself?

That's not the reason.
Well, it's not the only one.

Okay. With those angel eyes...

Aren't you a little cracked?
It's full of cops here.

The boss, the waiters,
are informants.

It's an unhealthy atmosphere.

It's my first night.
I wouldn't be lucky.

Let's go,
we'll be safer.

Waiter.

Talk to the boss.
He maybe can fix her situation.

Do you think so?

If he had no connections...

...'Paris Secrets' would have
been closed long ago.

Good. Thanks, Paul.
See you tomorrow.

I'll find someone else.

Goodbye.

You're not kissing me?

- What are you doing?
- Opening the curtains.

Oh no...
You'll let all the misery in.

Of course, it's not
the Hotel George V.

We won't be living
in a palace any time soon.

You can't wait.

Those who drive luxury cars
and sleep in palaces...

What do they have that I don't?

Nothing.

Yes. Luck.

Success is just luck,
nothing more.

So everyone works for you.

Until that time has come,
we can't achieve anything.

Why shouldn't it come for us?

Wait forever...

But I want to enjoy life.

I'm fed up with this shitty hotel...

with my old suit...

with my mended shirts,
and my faded ties.

I'm sick of everything.
Everything!

Fred... I'm still here.

I'll bring you luck.
Everything will change.

Are you the one who'll find
what we need to get out of this?

Good God,
if I had a million...

We'd buy a car,
we'd see important people...

...who'd help us.

We'd be saved.

But the trouble is...
I don't have the million.

A friend read my palm.

When I was feeling down...

...she predicted wonderful things
for me.

I didn't believe it.

You see, I got out of it.

It's a start.

What did she tell you?

Success with everything...
Love, money...

The cops.
It's probably the cops.

They don't know I live here.

They know we knew each other.

Go open the door.
I'll take any blame.

They won't let me go.

Just open it.

Hello, Mr Frederic.
I'm just checking the sink.

Oh! Hello, Miss Betty.

Excuse us,
We'll come back a little later.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

I know I'm gutless...
I'm afraid of the cops.

I love you.

I love you, Frederic.

It's already 11 o'clock.
We're going to see your boss.

Prison or juvenile home?

Call a spade a spade...
reformatory.

Can you do anything?

My dear Fred, we can always
do something...

Be of service.

Isn't that how
man will save man?

Or woman, for that matter.

Your girlfriend is charming.

She symbolises what I was asking you
to find for me right now.

What a beautiful front page!

It's so hard to find bare flesh
that makes a real impact in print.

You do pretty well already.

Wrong, my pet.

Art is becoming more democratic.
It's like governments.

We always use the same ones,
and the public wants new faces.

It's not their faces
that they show the most.

Nevertheless,
the readers recognise them.

Here, if you accept,
I'd be ready...

That's not why we came.

No? So why, then?

So that I can do you a favour?

And if I ask you
for a kindness, you refuse?

Is it "something in return"?

I agree to pose...
You have me cleared.

My child, what I ask
is quite legitimate.

And my effort
will be greater than yours.

It's okay, since there's
no other way.

Good, then I'll call
a friend for help.

Mario, from Toulon.

He's a very well-connected boy...
a bit everywhere.

He has the goods
on a lot of people in high places.

It's the only way to survive
in this fierce world.

I'm pretty sure he'll be able
to give you the means...

...to straighten out your situation.

On condition, of course,
that in return...

...you can render some services
to these gentlemen.

I accepted getting arrested,
rather than give up a girlfriend.

Hello.

Hello, yes?

Anyone there?

Is that "no"?

That's no.

These sentiments honour you,
young lady, but...

They won't get you very far.

Yes. Into jail.

That's what I didn't dare say.

Too bad...

There are nicer forms of transport
than a Black Maria.

Excuse me...
I've work to do.

My little girls
are waiting for their legend.

I am their poet.

If you really need me,
some day...

...it won't be too late.

My proposal will still stand.

- I'm really sorry.
- Why?

I'm sure it's only postponed.

Goodbye, Miss.

- Bravo.
- I don't want to be a snitch.

You prefer to hide all the time?

You'll have to,
if you don't want to get arrested.

This morning,
you were dreaming of dresses.

Were you sure we'd have money.

Suppose the problem was solved....

How could you want to enjoy
being shut up all day and night?

I'm not giving up anything.

Maybe I love life
more than you do.

But I don't want to
pay for it that way.

I can't... I can't help it.

There must be another way.

We just have to hold on.

Any news from Lucienne?

I think she works
in a clinic, in Neuilly.

- Miss Lucienne, please.
- First door on the left.

Come in.

It's you?

It's not possible!

- They released you?
- No.

You're crazy!

In 6 months, you'd be an adult.

If they arrest you,
you'll go to prison in Fresnes.

Well, I'll find Dad there.

Betty.

- Can I sit down?
- Of course.

Can I smoke?

It's forbidden.

Alright.

Betty, listen to me.

You're doing something stupid again.

Don't ruin everything.

- I wonder what I have to ruin.
- Your future. You're so young.

You can work,
start your life again.

At 27,000 a month,
the minimum wage.

- Enough to starve to death.
- No, you can get by.

Afterwards, we earn
a little more.

Me, I managed
to make a position for myself.

Yes. And to wear glasses.

- I'm happy.
- At what price?

70 hours a week
emptying chamber pots...

all that for 40 grand a month!

No, Lucie...
I don't have your patience.

For me, it'll be all or nothing.

You have to start somewhere.
You've never kept a job.

You tried a lot, though.
Clerk, salesgirl, dancer.

It never lasted.

The stage manager
was bothering me.

He wanted to check my stockings.

You always find
good excuses for everything.

You simply would like
to succeed without working.

I'm right. Those who work
are not those who succeed.

Look at these flowers

They're for 15.

Must have cost a lot.

They're not very fresh.

The poor kid
would prefer chocolates.

Her room's full of VIPs.

Her publisher, her mother,
journalists, radio people…

And they only talk
about millions.

They're turning her
into a little monster...

They're depriving her
of her childhood.

A kid who doesn't even have
her school certificate!

You have 10 years
of apprenticeship.

It's a question of talent.

She's not happy.
I am, with my job.

And you, you're not,
with your great ideas.

Miss Lucienne,
an emergency in the operating room.

Okay. I'm going.

Here, always take this.

Go see Mr Perceval.
He defended Dad well.

What for?

Straighten out your situation
while waiting for the millions.

- Mr Perceval.
- Third table on the right.

Mr Perceval?

Hello, Miss.

I was waiting for you.

I apologise for making you
gallop so hard.

At my age, I don't make pretty girls
run any other way.

My secretary explained it to me.

You should have asked me
to defend you.

- We'll fix it.
- How so?

With people in the countryside
who answer for you...

...who will employ you
with full knowledge of the facts.

The countryside?

With the only distraction,
the village ball once a year?

Thank you.

We can try Paris.

But on one condition...

Go back tomorrow
to the reformatory.

Never.

To get out of it for good,
you have to go back.

Our spontaneous gesture
will be taken into account...

...and we'll have either guarantors,
or a pardon.

It'll be a matter
of 4 or 5 months maximum.

I'll be made to pay for my escape.
You don't know what that will be.

Yes, I've been there.

On an official visit.
You haven't seen anything.

Those ladies only reveal themselves
to the inmates.

Too bad.

We're in danger, my girl.

If we get caught,
no one will save us.

I believe in my star.

Paris is full of cops.

They slip in everywhere,
even here.

They are well informed.
Your father experienced it.

Have you seen Dad again?

Almost 2 months ago.
He'd asked me to see him.

Was he okay?

Seeing he was sentenced
to 10 years...

That's a big blow to morale.

He had dark thoughts.

He gave me his will.

- His will?
- Yes. With precise instructions.

If he gets parole in 3 years...

...he'll take back the will.

If by misfortune,
he dies in prison...

I'll give you the will,
and you and your sister will inherit.

Poor Dad...
He thinks about everything.

Not everything,
since he's in prison.

People in prison have thoughts
about almost everything.

- Finished, Sir?
- Yes, thank you.

Miss... is she having something?

Oh dear!

I forgot to invite you
to lunch.

- Thank you. I'm expected.
- I'm relieved.

Goodbye,
and think carefully...

Because your illegal situation
will stop you doing anything.

- Excuse me for bothering you.
- You're most welcome.

"Careless youth leads
to sad old age," said Cicero.

So?

He can't do anything.

Another hope that flies away.

There's always
the boss's suggestion.

No, Frederic.
It's too nasty.

You make me laugh.
Your sense of honour...

Look where it got your father.

How odious you can be!

Sometimes, I really wonder
if you love me.

No, thank you.

- Are you hanging something?
- Nothing.

Didn't that lawyer
say anything else?

- He mentioned a will.
- What will?

Dad made a will
that he gave to Perceval.

So...

If he made a will,
he has something to leave you.

- Money?
- He never talked about it.

Our family is silent
about money.

Don't get upset.

Please, think about it.
Help me.

We're not far from the goal.

We can borrow on hopes...

He can advance you money
on your future inheritance.

- That's an awful suggestion.
- It won't make him die any faster.

The question is...
what's in this will?

What are your father's assets?

You say this will
is at the lawyer's.

We should be able to get it.

Frederic, stop this! No!

He's my father.
I can't betray him.

Because you have principles?

My parents have them too.

Pensioners who have nothing,
except principles.

I've had enough of principles.

You know I understand you...

But I can't.

I can't.

Not even for me?

Betty, listen.

Listen to me carefully.

We're at a turning point
in our lives.

We've everything we need,
with this will. I can feel it.

Our misery will disappear.

What we've always dreamed of
will come true.

Now, we must make a choice.

Either you love me and we do it,
or you don't... and won't...

Then it's over between us.

Choose.

It's no.

Goodbye, Betty.

You figure it out on your own.

Good luck.

Hello, Betty.

I'm glad you should come.

I've thought about you
every day.

I was sure I'd see you again.

- Do you want dinner?
- I'm not hungry.

- A coffee?
- No thanks.

Is she your pin-up, Maurice?

Make her sit down,
she'll take root.

Come with me.

Please excuse them.

They're good friends,
but they're a bit crude.

Aren't you having anything?

Thank you,
but I couldn't swallow a thing.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

Look at me.

You've been crying.

Trouble?

You couldn't understand.

Yes, you're right.

I'm not very good at psychology.

Especially with women.

I'm not used to it.

Apart from my job,
I don't hang out with anyone.

Of course, a girl here and there...

But no one like you.

- You don't know me.
- Yes, Betty, I know you.

Since we met,
I've only thought of you.

The bamboo stroke, eh?

All the time,
I've wondered where you were...

what was happening to you.

I waited for you every day.

I felt I'd see you again.

Only...

I never thought I'd find you sad,
like tonight.

You see?
I ruined everything.

No, on the contrary.

I'm glad you're in trouble.

I can prove to you that I...

What can I do for you?

Take me away.
Take me away far from here.

You want to go with me?

It can't be true...

It's not possible.

Betty, this is great,
what's happening to me!

Betty, do you know
where we're going to go?

To the Cote d'Azur.

A friend spent his holidays there.
The sky is always blue.

He knows places for lovers.

I never thought that one day,
I'd be able to see it.

Okay. I'll go deliver.

I'll go home and change...

and I'll pick you up
at your place.

I'm not going home.

None of my business.

I'll see if there's a room left.

It's not luxurious,
but it's clean.

Fernand, you're going to give me
your nicest room.

Don't laugh like that,
it's not what you think.

I don't believe anything.
I've them all.

None like this one.

This one, old man, is…

Give me the key.

You wouldn't understand.

He's hot to trot, our Maurice.

You can say that again!

The nicest room.
No one will disturb you.

Not even me.

Betty, you can't imagine
how happy you make me.

Go and rest,
so you'll feel better in the morning.

We'll get something,
before we get to Nice.

Good night, Betty.

Tonight, you're not allowed
to say goodbye to me.

See you tomorrow, Maurice.

- Hello, Louise.
- Hello, Mr Maurice.

Hello, Betty.
Did you rest well?

- Yes, thank you.
- You look better.

The bright sunshine
will completely restore you.

Firstly...
give me your bag.

- Here.
- Maurice, are you crazy?

No. You'll be in charge
of the cash-register.

I know how to save,
but I've never known how to spend.

And then a million
doesn't weigh that much.

- A million?
- It's a lot less than it seems.

Okay. Let's get
down to business.

We're leaving by way of Porte d'Italie,
heading for Fontainebleau.

Sens, Auxerre, Saulieu.

We could have lunch at Saulieu.

The Michelin...

"Sa…" "Sa…."

What kind of "Sa…" is there.

Ah, here we are.

Saulieu, Cote-d'Or.
Three stars.

Betty?

Betty...

Betty, my little darling,
what's wrong with you?

Was I clumsy?

You don't want to go with me?

Yes, I do. It's nothing. Let's go.

It's the Peugeot 203.

It's not a luxury car,
but it handles very well.

I wanted to ask you...

Yes?

Are you going via
the outer boulevards?

Of course. Why?

So you can tell my sister
that we're leaving.

I can't go myself.
I'm all she's got.

Don't worry,
I'm sure I can reassure her.

Hello. I've a message
from your sister.

- My sister?
- Yes, Betty. She's downstairs.

- But I don't have a sister.
- Oh really?

I must have the wrong door.
Excuse me.

It's not opposite, either.
That's my brother.

Ah. So, I must have
misunderstood the floor.

Excuse me again.

Excuse me, Sir.

Did you see the girl
who was in the car?

- With a duffle coat?
- That's her.

She went that way.
She was running.

- She was running?
- Yes.

Frederic!

Oh, Frederic.

- We are rich.
- Yes, with our love.

Not only that...
Rich in money.

I have a million, in my bag.

Look.

- A million?
- We'll be able to live.

- Where did you get it?
- From the trucker who helped me out.

I was determined
to go with him.

The poor guy offered me
the Cote d'Azur, palaces...

Everything we dreamed of.

All of a sudden,
I looked at him face to face...

I couldn't do it.

I only thought about you,
about the life we could have.

We were the only ones
capable of enjoying it.

I can't live without you.

Betty, I never despaired.

This is it, we're going to do
great things.

We'll buy a car.
We're going to do business.

We won't be able to enjoy it.

We'll be afraid.

How do you want us to live?

Is your boss there?

Yes.

- Hello.
- Good morning.

- I'm known here.
- I see.

I'm not their friend.
They say hello...

but given the chance,
they'd lock me up.

Let's hope not.

Cops don't have friends.
Comes with the job.

- Say, is the boss in?
- Yes, he's waiting for you.

Come in.

Hello, boss.

Here's the little girl
I called you about.

She's a person
worthy of interest...

...otherwise, I'd not've bothered.

Look at her.

Cute, eh?

She's educated
and has good manners.

But here it is...
a life of misfortune.

The establishment
she walked out of...

Do you understand me?
It wasn't to her liking.

She had 6 months left to go.

It's a long time, in anyone's life.
You have to put yourself in her shoes.

So she came to see me...

...and I gave her my word.
I don't want to lose face.

She knows the conditions...
I made them quite clear to her.

It's about listening quietly
to what's going on around you...

...in the street,
in cafes, in cabarets.

It's like someone
looking at the ground.

They're bound to end up
finding something.

Only, Superintendent...

so that she can give her all...

...she mustn't live in fear
of a bad encounter.

She mustn't have to run away
from a cop.

I mean a police officer.

Do you accept?

Is there any other way?

I know.
Nobody has the calling.

But policemen only know
what we want to tell them.

Here's my signed card.

Thank you.

If you're bothered by police,
show it to them.

But this card doesn't let you
do anything illegal.

Let there be no complaint
against you.

Otherwise, I'm not responsible
for anything.

What do you live on?
Do you have a job?

Not yet. I'm looking.

Do you have any money?

Yes.

Where's the money from?

From a friend
who likes me.

She's a slut.

A beautiful little
piece of shit, I tell you.

You better go home to bed.

I couldn't sleep.

I'd like to grab her,
right here.

I'd give her
one hell of a beating!

Hey, can you believe it?

She stole all my savings.

Oh yeah?

- She took me for a million.
- At home?

No, in my car.

The silly thing is that
it was me who gave it to her.

If you gave it to her...

...she didn't steal anything
from you, logically.

You can laugh...

You don't give a shit.

Miss...

You understand me, right?

- Sit down, big guy.
- Thanks.

- I'll tell you everything.
- No need, I was listening.

That bitch who took me, eh…

I'll file a complaint
against her.

Do you have her address?

No, but I know
where she came from.

She came out of reformatory.

And I'm the one
who helped her get away.

Then don't go to the cops.

You're an accomplice.

They'll lock you up
until they find her...

and that's not going to happen
any time soon.

Yeah.

Then I'll take her down.

How do you think
you'll find her?

If there's justice, I must.

And what good would that do you?
To end your days in the clink?

Yeah, you're right.

If only I'd known...

I'd have gone on having fun
with nice girls, like you.

But I wanted to hang out
with a girl who doesn't charge.

As a result,
she hit me for a mill...

...and I don't even have her.

- How much do I owe you?
- 810 francs.

We'll make it 820.

10 francs tip is enough.

I have to start saving again.

Here's a letter.

"Mr Frederic Martignac."
For you, Sir.

- Gimme.
- Kiss me, first.

- Give it to me.
- Tell me you love me.

You know I do.

- Why don't you ever say it?
- I don't think we need say it.

We can have feelings...

...and not want
to talk about them.

- Gimme!
- And if I don't want to?

I'll get it anyway.

- It's a girl.
- We're studying a report.

I'll tear it up.

I'll have to start over.

No, you idiot!

Ouch! You're hurting me!

Coward!

Brute!

What is it?

It's for the car.
They're asking for the 2nd payment.

Don't make that bad news face.
We'll pay.

With what?

Once everything's paid,
know what we'll have left?

Crumbs.

How did we do that?
We spent a million in a fortnight?

Close to it.

But we bought everything
on credit.

Yes, but...

...by buying on credit,
it adds up quicker.

Fred, I like pretty things,
but you could've warned me.

I didn't want
to think about it.

We should've checked every day
where we were up to.

Like a shopkeeper?

What's the point
of having money, then?

You knew it would run out.

I was dazzled.

We're not millionaires anymore.

Yeah.

And then, that money…

What do you mean?

Nothing.

We didn't know how
to live rich.

We should've invested it.

At 3 per cent, that would've
given us 30,000 a year.

Would that have paid
for your dresses?

How do the others do it?

Like us, they're really in trouble.

There are some
who make money.

How do those ones do it?

They have capital.
The money comes by itself.

What will become of us?

We're going to move,
sell the car...

Sell my suits, your dresses.

Go back to my dirty little
furnished flat...

...and resume
our starving lives.

Frederic, you know very well
that we can't stand this anymore.

It would be over,
for both of us.

I'd rather die,
and end it right away.

I've often thought about it,
in the past.

When I think about it,
I have more courage.

- Are you crying?
- No, it's my mascara.

There maybe another way.

The will at the lawyer's.

- Mr Frederic... what will it be?
- Long black.

Make up your mind.

A gallop, I'd understand,
but at Vincennes, it's a cinch.

Easy to say...
and it gets beaten.

It's solid.

"Paris Secrets"!
Did you fall out of bed?

Hello, Jeannot.

- Is your tip sound?
- Rock solid.

Good. Then,
I'll bet 5,000 on it.

- Add a tenner for me.
- Don't worry. Bye.

Jeannot, I have something
to ask you.

You too?

Well, you're right on time.
712 is a sure thing.

That's not what I'm looking for.

What are you looking for?

I wanted to talk to you
about... business.

You know, I'm not really into it.

I don't need to get involved in stuff.
It took me a while to get straight.

What's it about?

To accompany me one evening
to a lawyer's office.

- When you haven't been invited?
- Exactly.

Well, well!

I wouldn't have thought that of you.

Your newspaper job off?

It's a family matter...
To get a document.

Does the lawyer live there?

- Do you know my price?
- Not offhand.

500... cash.

Upfront.

It may seem expensive,
but I have risks.

Doors can't be opened
with a toothpick.

There is wear
on my equipment.

Think about it.

You can find me
at the Trotters bar.

That's my headquarters.

You'll get the 500 tomorrow.

I'll manage.

You can get dressed again.

It's over.
Enough with the mood music.

Well, you see, I'm sorry
you've had to do it again.

The first time, okay.

The boss promised you
a goldmine.

This time, the boss may well say
that women like to undress.

It's not quite
your sort of thing.

I consider you a good girl.

- Why are you doing this?
- I need money.

It's all I can do.

Because you're not free.

You and your boyfriend
are prisoners of money.

I don't have a penny saved,
but I have my freedom.

My freedom isn't visible,
it's in my head.

I gave up everything to be free.

And I feel good,
I'm not ashamed.

You're lucky not to like
the good life.

You're bohemian.

Why not?
Rodolphe, Marcel, Musette.

The bohemian life
was nice a 100 years ago.

Now, it's a handful of boys
who have no goals.

We need a goal, okay.

But not yours.

We're a man when we've found
what we'd accept dying for.

Mind you, we won't
have time to look for it.

Everything's crumbling,
everything's going to hell.

The bombs will go off
by themselves.

One day, a missile
will shatter our dreams...

...Yours and mine.

We'll die without waking up.
We'll die like old people.

And those who cling to their money
will be forced to open their hands.

I'll explain that next time.

There won't be a next time.
Goodbye, Paul.

Ah, Betty!

You make me run.

Since I couldn't find you,
I came to see Mr Martignac.

What's wrong?

I've had enough of being told off
by the Superintendent.

Let him wait.
I've nothing to say to him.

They want you arrested
within 24 hours.

That makes you think, eh.

You're all the same....

We're trying to put you
on the right path...

...and you don't want it.

You're lucky, to know me.

I took the right path in life,
all by myself.

You should understand
that in the police...

...the first principle is
to help each other.

That's great, isn't it?
But you don't get it.

All the same,
with young people...

There's no good mentality anymore.

Well, too bad.

You'll go back
into the lock-up.

Wait...

Maybe I can get you 48 hours.
But no more.

And if there's zero by then,
Mallet won't lose you.

He'll find you
no matter where you are.

You can't escape Mallet...

...especially when you've
made him look foolish.

Okay... I'll see.

I'll try.

No, not "I'll try".
You have to do it.

Without that, your pretty
little handcuffs, there.

Click, clack.

You'll see the prison van again...

The 36 tiles in your holding cell...

I assure you, you'll have
time to count them.

Come on, come to my place.

I'll explain to you what to do.

Impossible, I'm in a hurry.
Goodbye.

It's enough to make you sick,
to have a heart.

No trouble finding it?

No, thanks.

Is there something wrong?

- Nothing.
- Yes, I know you.

- He didn't give you the money?
- Yes.

He even paid me in advance.

- The right amount?
- Check it.

Correct.

So... Tomorrow night?

Yes, only you'll give me
another 500 after.

You said 500 cash before.

- It's raising the stakes.
- Sure.

I take a document.
There's nothing to share after that.

It's well worth a little extra.

But hey...
that's playing dirty.

You never told me about that.

If you're not happy,
go somewhere else.

There aren't many burglars
who'd do it.

I've got work on my plate.
I'm being asked for from all sides.

I'm popular, old boy.

I've paid enough for it.

3 years hard labour.

You don't make a name
like mine by staying at home.

You see there, in the corner,
little Tonin...

The one playing belote.
He asked me.

Precisely for tomorrow night.

He offers me double,
but he's not nice to me.

I like working
in a relaxed atmosphere.

So make up your mind,
Tonin is waiting for my answer.

We'll give you another
50,000 later.

Is that your car?

You should be parked
on the other side.

I didn't know.

Licence and registration,
please.

- My husband has them.
- Where is he?

Up there, at friends'.

The car has to be moved.
Go tell him, or we will.

In 5 minutes, I'm leaving...
Half an hour is the maximum.

How do you expect me
to find anything here?

"Franquelle, Dèlebelle…

That's a friend.

Turn a light on for God's sake!

Lefebure.

- That must be it.
- Hurry up and check.

Let's get out of here,
this is getting nasty.

You're just in time.
We were going to come get you.

You deserve a ticket.

- It's kindness week.
- Thank you.

- Your wife was worried.
- We were as quick as we could be.

Get a move on.
We closed our eyes.

It's Jeannot!

Come on,
we'll drink to this.

There are the cops!

They tailed little Tonin,
and nabbed him.

Go. I want my 500
in 48 hours.

We had a lucky escape.

Hey... who could have given
little Tonin away?

What was in the will?

Do you know why your father
is in jail?

- For the jewellery.
- We didn't find any jewellery.

- My father wasn't in on it.
- He was. The jewellery... is here.

It describes the place
where it is.

Is that possible?

Your father leaves half to you,
half to your sister,

and 10 percent to a man named Parola.

That's his pal.
Honey, we're rich!

That's incredible.

Since no one knows
about this will...

Who could have done it?

Write a new will
that will cancel the first one.

The law allows it.

I don't care about the law.

With that will
was the location of the jewels.

The stolen jewels?

And I who supported
your innocence.

So you lied to me.

I had to,
for you to be sincere.

Why at my place?

If I were dead,
my notary would have opened it.

Covered by professional secrecy.

So you tried to make me
an accomplice.

Who do you take lawyers
and the dignity of the profession for?

Does that shock you?

Don't you realise
that I'm ruined?

I wanted to make a big splash
and retire.

My ship is beautiful now.

I'm sorry for everything
I had to learn.

If professional secrecy didn't exist...

You'd rat me out to the cops.
Say it, since you think it.

But who can I trust?

With you, I had to
collect the maximum.

With all your death sentences...

...they call you Perceval,
the lawyer to the Paris executioner.

I'm not defending you anymore.

You are... And you're going
to pass me a letter.

That's forbidden.
It's a case for disbarment.

I do pleadings,
not run errands.

What are you guys for, then?

You know, I've never been able
to stand lawyers.

They're failed judges.

You're all in the same store,
but not in the same department.

We're still the customers.

I don't need you anymore.

I have a friend going out this morning.

He doesn't wear a robe.

He's a man.

I'm not saying goodbye.

That would be the last straw.

This little island,
between Acheres and Conflans.

Dad loves the countryside.

We'll stop there,
we'll borrow a boat...

Your dad planned everything.

We cross, and the little path
on the island… There it is.

The big oak on the right,
the 4 trees.

It's there, buried.

I hope its there.

Nobody knows. Your father
had just enough time to hide it.

We have to do it fast.
If he finds out, he'll act.

What could he do?

- He'll find a friend.
- Not in prison.

Are you Parola?

Yes, why?

I have a message for you
from Lefebure.

I was his cellmate.
I got out this morning.

Oh yeah?

Come this way,
we'll be more peaceful.

It's there.
Go untie the boat, quick!

- There's the big oak!
- And the four trees!

Here, measure.

It's equidistant
between the two.

- 7 meters.
- 3.50 meters.

It's here, unless
Dad's plan is wrong.

But I'd be surprised.

There's no time to lose. Quick!

- Who is it?
- Lefebure's daughter.

The bitch!
Are we going after them?

With that car?

Don't worry...
When I seek, I find.

Open it quickly.

Your keys are in the door.

And close the curtains.

What a fortune!
That'd be worth 400 grand.

The newspapers
didn't exaggerate.

Oh, that necklace!

That doesn't look like a fake.

And that diamond and ruby clip.
Your father knew how to choose.

Dad always had
a love for his job.

Look at me.
Does it suit me?

It looks like it was made for you.

I'm keeping it.
It's too dangerous.

About which...

Did you notice that car that stopped
behind us as we were leaving?

Couldn't that have been cops?

No, it wasn't police.
It must have been fishermen.

Did you see that bracelet?

It must be insanely expensive.

You have to be careful,
not to sell everything at once.

We'd get noticed,
if we had money right away.

You have to sell little by little,
in small lots.

You need jewellers
who aren't too talkative.

- There are fences.
- Do you know any?

I was born into business.

I was a kid,
but I recorded everything.

That's it,
my childhood memories.

How much must this
little lot be worth?

I don't know.
At least around 10 million.

I'll give you
5 million in total.

- It's worth 10, at least.
- I know.

Only, if you want that price...

I'll register the jewellery
on my police register...

I'll pay you at home...

...and you'll give me a receipt.

I understood, come on.

And then you have to count
my work.

I have to break all this up,
melt the metal...

...list the specs of the stones.

I'm all alone.

Come and see.

Here it is.

My workshop.

Empty.

No other workers.

I can't pay them anymore
because of the social laws...

...that crush us,
that kill our art.

When we'll stop working,
they'll be well on the way.

I understand you,
but our jewellery is beautiful.

Okay,
these are good stones.

Mind you, they are
medium sized.

Not big enough to attract notice.
Fortunately.

Good. So?
How impatient!

I can clearly see
that you are young.

As you're nice to me...

I can go up to 5.5...
maximum.

Take it or leave it.

I'm ruining myself
for the love of beauty.

At that price, no.

You're not going to tell me
that you be losing on it.

But you can go somewhere else.
It's not forbidden.

Come in.

My safe is over there.

Good evening, Dad.
An hour and a half to get home?

I don't know,
I don't have a watch.

- Isn't Mum here?
- No.

- What are you chewing?
- Chewing gum.

Take it out of your mouth.
Your notebook.

- Mr Abbe didn't give it to me.
- You're lying.

I'll give it to you.
I got zero in Latin.

I'd like to see
your zero in Latin.

That's all that was missing.

Is that what you wanted to hide?

Naked women?

And you neglect Julius Caesar?

When I think of all the sacrifices
I impose on myself...

...so that you are not
like me.

And here is my reward...
lies and laziness.

Go to your room
and do your homework.

There are only lessons.

Learn them.
Try to know them.

And I will go see
Mr Abbe tomorrow.

Disgusting. Magazines like this
should be banned.

"99, rue Reaumur".

Paul...

Try to work hard on your lessons.
I'm going out.

Know them
for when I get back.

Are you going to see Mr Abbe?

No, not today.

Yes?

That lady.
Do you have her address?

The manager's office?

First door on the right, as you leave.

- What right do you have...
- I want that woman's address.

I don't know it, Sir.

I'm just asking you
for the address.

Even if I knew it,
I wouldn't give it.

If I gave out the addresses
of the girls who pose...

Do you know
what it'd be called?

Pimping,
outrage against morals.

Oh really? Isn't that
what you're doing, called?

Get out or I'll call the police.

Go ahead, don't be shy.

What are you waiting for?

Do you want me to find
the number for you?

A man like you
must know it by heart.

Isn't it called
the Poulaga house anymore?

So, let's stay among ourselves.
We'll talk in complete privacy.

Besides, in your line of work,
you don't call the police.

Sir, please come out.

You have courage.

I don't know
what's holding me back.

I know.

You have the fear-meter
that plays the banjo.

Don't worry,
nothing will happen to you.

It's for a family matter.

Be reasonable,
give me that address.

Nothing will happen to you.
On my word of honour.

There.

I'm sure that in there...

...you'll find
what I'm looking for.

Is it almost over?
I'm suffocating.

One more second.

That's it.
Sir is served.

Caviar, foie gras, champagne...
You thought of everything.

Quick, sit down, I'm starving.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing. I was looking at you.

Something's the matter.

Betty, my darling...

Tell me what I did wrong.

Nothing, it'll pass.

Look at me.

Was I clumsy?

Did I hurt you?

I'm the one who's stupid.
Don't pay attention.

Ah, that's it! I know...

This is your new dress.

I really like it.

It's too late.

I'd carry a bag,
you wouldn't notice.

Silly. First of all,
the bag is fashionable.

Everything goes so fast in our life
that I have trouble realising it.

I'm a little dazed.

Quick, dry those tears.

I have to get used to it.

One night, you told me...

...that the time of love
and fresh water was over.

Sometimes, I wonder
if that's not true happiness.

- Do you love me?
- You know I do.

Feel OK?

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking about us,
about our life.

Do you remember,
when I met you?

You talked and talked to me.

So much so that after an hour,
you knew everything about me.

And in the evening, we walked...

...in the moonlight.

I was looking at a star.

You told me:
"Don't look at it too much,

"I couldn't give it to you."

I saw it in a movie.

It doesn't matter.

I liked it.

After...

Afterwards, I knew
that I was born for you.

I knew it.

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this tonight.

Betty...

Maybe you love me more
than I really deserve.

- Don't you regret anything?
- I'm very happy.

As long as I’m in your arms.

- Who could it be?
- What does it matter?

You never know.

See? We felt
that we were being disturbed.

Hello?

Yes.

Hello. It's Paul.

I worked all day...

So now, I want to take
my mind off things...

...watch a striptease.

- I'm going with you.
- No, you're completely sloshed.

I'm drunk because you don't want
to take a picture of me naked.

My career is over.

I'll do whatever you want.

But then, here.

So we're expecting you
on Saturday, here.

Your favourite model
will make you little dishes.

What?

A guy asked for your address,
at the magazine.

Okay. See you Saturday then.

Goodbye.

Quick, let's eat.
I'm starving.

Who could have
asked for my address?

Who do you think it was?

The police know where I live.

Probably some old nutcase
excited by your photo.

I'm worried.

I don't know why.

I have a feeling.

You're not going to ruin
our little evening?

Come to dinner.

It's Parola,
my father's pal.

Go, it's better
that I see him alone.

Don't forget your raincoat.

Oh, Mr Parola...!

Hello Betty, the keys
were in the door.

I always forget them.
Thank you.

Well? I don't get a kiss?

How you have changed!
You're so beautiful now.

You want to know
what I'm here for, eh?

You dad asked me to come
and see you now and then.

I must say, you have it nice here.

I'll write and tell you're father.
He'll be pleased.

Who are you with?

A boy, very serious,
that you don't know.

He must be rich...

...to pay for a dress like that.

- It's magnificent.
- Really?

A businessman?

No, he works for a magazine...
Paris Secrets.

That's a good job.
A liberal profession.

Looks like he'll be back soon.

I don't think so.
Not this evening.

How come?
You've set two places.

You won't have me believe
that you expected me, eh?

I'm teasing you,
like when you were a kid.

Well, if he's not coming here,
I'll invite myself.

I almost feel I'm home
in your place.

Come and sit with me.

Sit down.

How about that!
Caviar!

It's a damned long time
since I last tasted it.

What's up?
You don't seem yourself.

If you have worries, share them.

I'm a bit like your father.

What surprises me...

...is there's no photo of him here.

It's not good
to forget him.

I have a photo in my bag.

There's no one
like your parents.

Give me something to drink.

Let me see you hand.

You've no ring.

No. Why?

If someone buys you
a dress like that...

...a necklace or a ring
would go with it, wouldn't it?

Yes.

So what's bothering you?

It seems that's affected you.

You'll have some jewels.
You have your whole life to get some.

You've been too hasty,
pinching your father's.

What are you talking about?

I saw you with your little thug
over there, on the island.

Aren't you ashamed?

Where are the jewels?

A friend has them hidden
at his place.

It was too risky here.

That's not bad.
You already have some experience.

You're going to give them
back to me, right?

I give you till 11 o'clock tonight.

Not 11.15... Eleven.

Quai Valmy, cafe du Vieux-Port.

Don't see me out,
I know the way.

Tell your pretty-boy he can
come out of the wardrobe.

What did he want?

The jewellery. He's expecting me tonight,
at 11 o'clock, at the Vieux-Port café.

And what
are you planning to do?

Give him everything back.

What are you doing?

I'm putting aside Parola's 10 per cent.
With that, the cops will catch him.

- You're not going to...
- I'm going to embarrass myself.

You're going to use
your connections in the police.

I will never accept that.

Then, it will be me.

Frederic, I beg you,
listen to me.

Since my escape,
we've done nothing but shitty things.

I've become a snitch.
I'm the one who gave Tonin away.

Money is like a drug.

When you start to love it,
you do anything.

Every day,
we've fallen a little lower.

Now, that's it, Frederic.
I'm disgusted with myself.

I would accept any misery
rather than see you do that.

Frederic?

Frederic!

I would like to speak to Paul Carmel,
the photographer of Paris Secrets.

Has he already left?

Thank you.

- The office is here.
- Thank you.

Come in.

- Is the Superintendent here?
- He's gone.

- What's it for?
- To talk to him.

It's from Betty Lefebure.

Are you sure?
I don't want to disturb him.

You're not in any danger...
on the contrary.

25, Boulevard Rochechouart.
Thanks. I'm on my way.

I'd like to speak to Miss Lefebure,
please.

Is it her day off?

Oh, really.

Yes?

It's from Miss Betty.

Let him in, Madeleine.

I didn't open the door right away
because of all these burglaries.

Pardon the mess...
my husband is sick.

I'm embarrassed to disturb you.

- Good evening, Superintendent.
- Sit down there.

Are you here from
Betty Lefebure?

Why didn't she come?

She's afraid
of a man named Parola.

Parola, the second-hand dealer?

- Do you know him?
- We've had dealings.

But for the last 3 or 4 years,
I thought he'd settled down.

Go on.

- Betty found out by chance...
- What chance?

Betty will tell you.

He's going to share out
the jewels stolen by her father...

Cafe du Vieux Port,
tonight, at 11 o'clock.

It's absolutely certain.

10 o'clock. I have time.
You be off.

I'll see Betty tomorrow.

Goodbye, Superintendent.

Madeleine, I'm going out.

Hello? Cafe du Vieux Port?

Mr Parola, please.

Could you ask him
to call back urgently

Miss Lefebure, at Jasmin 12, 55.

25, yes, that's it.
Thank you.

Goodbye, Miss.

Mr Parola, please.

Everyone wants him.
He's not here yet.

- I had an appointment at 11.
- He won't be long. It's 10.50.

I'll wait for him.

- Would you like something?
- A cognac.

How much?

A friend of Parola never pays.

I'd get yelled at.

Hello, Etienne.

- Anyone ask for me?
- That man's waiting for you.

- Are you Betty's boyfriend?
- Yes.

You're early.
Betty didn't come?

- What are you having?
- In a little while.

Miss Lefebure asked
you to call her.

Yes, I know.

She wanted to tell you
how I was dressed.

Oh yeah?

Good. Very well.

Leave us, Etienne.

So, you have the goods?

Yes. But not all of it.

Our friend who hides it
wasn't there.

You don't take me
for an altar boy, do you?

Betty says
that it's at a friend's house.

You say that the friend
is not there.

But you bring a little bit.

It's not going well.

However, I swear
it's the truth.

I'll bring you the rest tomorrow.
Believe me, I'm not lying.

Okay.

I trust Betty.

But then tomorrow morning,
here, 10 o'clock.

You can count on me.

- Goodbye, Mr Parola.
- You're not going to leave like that.

Let's have another drink.
We need to get to know each other.

I'm kind of Betty's tutor.

Sit down.

- Would you like the same?
- Yes, thank you.

Etienne, another for the gentleman.
A rum, for me.

- Small or big?
- A big one.

Coming up.

I'm glad Betty
came across you,

Because she's had so many losers,
amongst young guys.

- Things good for you?
- Not bad.

- What line of work?
- Journalism.

Oh yeah!
Betty told me about it.

- I have to go.
- No way! What are you thinking?

Time to toast
and I'll leave you.

- Etienne, chop-chop!
- Here you go.

There's a lot of cops
in the neighbourhood.

It's not me.

It's not me.

You little bastard.

You did a good job,
but you're a bit young.

When your friends arrive,
I'll be far away.

Tomorrow's date doesn't work out,
but we'll meet up.

When I seek, I find.

Police, get out your papers.

Take out your papers.

Your papers, please.

Open your stage door again,
I'll lock you up and your business.

It wasn't me, Superintendent.

What are you doing here?

I was having a drink.

They're all in order.

So, let's go.
I've got the game I need.

Doesn't it seem strange to you,
that little Lefebure's gigolo...

...was at that bistro tonight?

He must have wanted to see
what was going to happen.

Yes, maybe you're right.

Something's still unclear.

Only part of the jewels on Parola...

Little Lefebure in the loop...
The pretty-boy at the bistro…

I think I smell a rat.

Georges, turn around.

We're going to go
to the Lefebure girl's.

We have to leave...
They arrested Parola!

He knows it was me.

He might talk.
The police might come.

I won't leave.

You're crazy!
We'll be rich forever.

We're done for, Frederic.

Our whole life will be spent
watching out.

I experienced it when I was a kid.
My mother died from it.

Tomorrow, we'll be in Belgium.

There won't be a tomorrow.

You're not going
to let me down?

You love me...
You said you did.

If I stay, I'm done for.

Please, come.

We'll talk about this later.

"Later", "later"... Our whole life
has been filled with "laters".

I've had enough.

Goodbye, Betty.

Frederic!

Come quickly.

Good evening, Frederic.

And my 50,000 francs?

I'm not patient.
I said 48 hours.

- I'm thirsty. Frederic, stop.
- No.

Are you bleeding?
Frederic, stop.

Never.

Now
that we're getting close to the goal...

You'll see, we'll be happy,
both of us.

You'll have everything you want.

You know, it's for you
that I did all this.

So as not to lose you.

- That's them over there.
- Yes, we have them now.

It's stupid... for 50,000 francs.

It's hilarious.

I had thought of everything,
except that.

Oh, Frederic, I beg you.

I can't take it anymore.

The jewels...

Take them...

Run away.

I love you.

Frederic!

They're going to kill themselves!

An ambulance...
right now.

Come on, Betty.

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