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- I'm not interested
in hearing excuses

about local condition.

No doubt there are
local conditions.

Here's a criminal whose exploits

have made him notorious
throughout Europe.

He escaped from France
with a fortune in jewels.

And for two years,

he's been living
here in Algiers,

within a stone's throw
of your headquarters.

- As you say commissioner.

- I'm here to settle it,

and I want it
done quickly.

- We've been trying
to settle the case

of Pepe le Moko for two years.

- In Paris, we handle
difficult cases every day.

- Too bad you didn't arrest him

before he escaped from France.

Merely an oversight, no doubt.

- Do you deal in riddles here?

- Indeed we do.

Oriental riddles.

- From my experience,
there's no problem

in surrounding a given area.

You close in, and you make a
house-to-house investigation.

- A house-to-house
investigation?

- You've just arrived
from Paris, Commissioner.

You're not familiar
with the Casbah.

- Casbah? What's that?

Some kind of nut?

- A very hard
nut to crack.

You see, Pepe le Moko
lives in the Casbah.

- Why not go in and
take him out of it?

- You can't arrest a
king in his own palace.

Pepe's well guarded.

Let me show you
- Oh, fantastic.

- As a civilized man,
you don't like fantasy.

- As a police officer,
I don't believe in it.

- But here it is.

The native quarter
known as the Casbah.

As you look at it here,

it's just a few
lines on the map.

But the reality is
something stranger

than anything you
could have dreamed.

It's only a step from the
modern city, the Casbah.

But when you take that step,

you enter another world.

A melting pot for all
the sins of the Earth.

Seen from a bird's eye view,

the Casbah is a great staircase.

Each step is a terrace
rising from the sea.

If you observe more closely,

you'll see that those
terraces and courtyards

and twisted streets are
like a crawling anthill,

a jungle of houses,

a labyrinth of narrow
passages and winding alleys,

rotten with vermin and decay
from the filth of centuries.

No one knows what mysteries
are hidden behind those walls.

No one knows what
crimes and hopes

are buried in those
secret courtyards.

40,000 inhabitants from
all over the world.

Some have been settled
here for generations.

There are Kabul's in
their white robes,

Chinese faithful to Confucius,

Gypsies with their fortune
telling and their songs,

and there are
many Czechos,

There are Slavs far from home.

Maltese.

Negroes from every
corner of Africa.

Sicilians and Spaniards,

hot-blooded and quick to hate.

And women.

Women of every age
and every shape.

Women caught in the
neck of the Casbah.

And everywhere,
there are terraces,

all connected together so
that those who accept it

can move to any part of the
Casbah without using the street.

The terraces are the
domain of the native women

and it would be death for
a foreigner to go there

unless you were
known and protected.

The Casbah rises like a
fortress from the sea,

colorful, sordid, dangerous.

There isn't just one Casbah.

There are 100, 1000.

And in that labyrinth,

Pepe le Moko is at home,

and he's safe as long
as he stays there.

- You mean to say that you
don't go into this quarter?

- It's easy to go in.

Sometimes, it's no
so easy to come out.

You cross the dead line.

Suddenly, a bullet
hits your feet.

It's just a friendly suggestion.

Don't take the next step.

From a roof up above,

a voice speaks.

"Hello, Inspector."

How did he know you were there?

Don't ask us.

Ask Inspector Slimane.

The Casbah is his territory.

- [Janvier] How does Pepe
le Moko conceal himself?

- [Louvain] Disguise, no doubt.

- (chuckles) You
don't know Pepe.

He'd laugh at a disguise.

- [Janvier] Then why
don't you find him?

- Oh, but that is
singularly easy.

I see him every day.

- [Janvier] What?

- Our distinguished
colleague is disturbed?

- The man is wanted in all
the capitals of Europe,

and you see him every day.

Another example of what
you call the local condition.

Gross inefficiency.

No effort to make an arrest.

- To arrest him in the Casbah,

distinguished colleague,
would be simple.

To get him out
would be impossible.

- So, you do nothing.

- I flatter myself that I do
a great deal in my humble way.

I learn about Pepe.

I know his habits.

I study his weaknesses.

When one can't use guns,

one must work with brains.

- I prefer guns.

- In your case, honored sir,

such a preference
is unavoidable.

- By his looks, I'd say he was
too lazy to make an arrest.

- [Slimane] I'm merely careful.

- Which means to say
that you're looking

after your own skin.

- It's the only skin I have.

- So Pepe le Moko
wouldn't amuse me.

We'll find out.

I want 12 men tonight,

inspected and ready for work.

And you might prepare a
special cell for Pepe le Moko.

- [Grandpere] You and I
have the same feeling,

Pepe, for beauty.

- This pearl belongs on a
very special kind of ear,

like a pink shell with a
little curl of gold hair,

a special kind of gold.

I can see it.

No, pearls don't suit
you at all, Carlos.

You're not the type.

- He'd look better
with rings in his ears.

- Yes, and one
in his nose.

- [Grandpere] He is
definitely uncouth.

- You took the words
out of my mouth.

- He's trying to cheat us, Pepe.

All his talk is so he
can get a better price,

so he can make
fools of us.

- Yes.

So easy to make a fool of me.

Why don't you try it some time?

Grandpere dealt with
us for two years.

We must have confidence
in each other.

That's the way to get along.

- That's the truth, Pepe.

- Yeah, well, why
don't we get our money

and be done with it?

- He doesn't speak our language.

- Pretend he is not here.

- [Carlos] Yes, but I am here.

- He doesn't know he's not here.

- One more thing he doesn't know

will make it practically
a perfect score.

- He was talking about beauty.

- The more he
talks about beauty,

the less he talks about money.

And I'm talking about how much?

- Oh, you make me sick.

- What? Say that again.

- You make me sick.

- Since you make him sick...

- okay-

- Look, but don't touch.

You know, this
was once my trade.

I began life in a jewelry store.

- And when you left you
took the store with you.

- Yeah, it became a habit.

You know, I dream about
sitting down in Paris sometime.

I'd make a collection
of things like this.

Not just for myself,

for people to see
in glass cases.

With you in a uniform taking
care of them together.

And you, Max.

And me?

- You, Pierrot.

Oh, you'd have a
uniform like a general,

and you'd be in
charge of everything.

- Well, what about me?

- What would he be?

Stuffed in a glass case?

- What?

Say that again.

- Stuffed in a glass case.

- Like an Egyptian mummy.

- Okay-

(lively music)

(man singing in
foreign language)

Hey, police!

Police!

(man singing in
foreign language)

Police!

(man singing in foreign
language continues)

(bright music)

- Hey!

(man chanting in
foreign language)

- [Officer] You,
where's Pepe le Moko?

(man speaking in
foreign language)

(knocking on door)
(brooding music)

- Come here.

(Regis grunting)

- Where's Pepe le Moko?

- I don't know.

By the sword of
the Great Prophet,

I haven't set eyes
on him in two weeks.

He hasn't let me look on
his face in two weeks.

- Let him go.

(Regis grunting)
(brooding music continues)

- Grandpere?

Who's he?
- Receiver of stolen goods.

- Do you know
where his place is?

- We know it.

(mysterious music)

(knocking on door)

- Pepe?
- No, it's Regis.

- What's the matter?

- (panting) The police.

They're looking for Pepe.

— So soon?
- Soon?

Were you expecting them?

- Always.

But especially tonight.

Pepe said they sent someone
all the way from Paris.

- Ah, then he knew?

- Of course. Pepe
knows everything.

- [Regis] You're,
You're going to him?

Don't- tell him I've
never seen so many.

- (chuckles) He'll laugh.

That's what he expected.

- Look. Look at my neck.

I, I thought they were going
to wring it like a chicken.

But all the time I
thought only of Pepe.

They can kill me, I
thought, so long as Pepe-

- Why should you feel
that way about Pepe?

- Don't you?

- Aye.

Everyone knows how
I feel about Pepe.

- Pepe doesn't like me.

He ignores me. Humiliates me.

But I'll have my revenge.

Sometime, he'll be sorry
he didn't notice me sooner.

Oh, I'm very humble.

I do my best to serve
him in my own way.

- That's nice of you, Regis.

- Well, and that's how I am.

Sensitive. But no
one appreciates me.

Promise me you'll tell him
that I came to warn him.

- I Will.

- I don't want any favors.

I only want him to know
that where there's trouble,

look for Regis.

(brooding music)

- The third door on the left.

- Take three men.
Cover the roof.

You men, go around the back.

(stick knocking)
(soft mysterious music)

(stick knocking)

(stick knocking)

(stick knocking)
(soft mysterious music)

(stick knocking)

(stick knocking)

(stick knocking)

(stick knocking)
(soft mysterious music)

(knocking on door)

- It's Ines. Quick.

(plodding music)

The police, on the roof, Pepe.

They're coming.

- They surrounded the house.

They know you're here.

- That's funny.

How did they know I was here?

- Oh, one can't meditate
in peace anymore.

Always rush and bustle.

- I'll take this one.

I rather like it.

You think that's a toy?

- No, I-
- When will you learn

to obey orders?
(gun fires)

See? (chuckles)

Don't take so
many chances.

That's foolish.

I don't want a bullet
to come between us,

the way that one almost did.

(banging on door)

- Break it down.

(ax thudding)

- Every few weeks, I
have to get new doors.

(ax thudding continues)

- Ines.

Did you tell anyone where I was?

- No one, Pepe.

- You're sure?

Try to remember.

- Why don't you
believe me, Pepe?

All I want is to please you.

I couldn't lie to you.

- Couldn't you?

What about all that
time you kept telling me

that you didn't like me?

- But this is serious.

- Ah, so, love is not serious?

- Pepe, it's serious if
someone told the police.

I didn't talk to anyone.

I stayed at home
until Regis came.

- Who came?
- Regis.

- Oh.

- As soon as he told
me, I ran to you.

- What did Regis tell you?

- About the police.

He wanted me to warn you.

- It was nice of him.

- Mm-hmm, that's what I thought.

- Is that all you thought?

- Was there anything
else for me to think?

- (laughs) That's
what I like about you.

- What?

- (laughs) Nevermind.

(door rattling)

- This seems to be all.

- Well, it's not all for me.

Search the place.

(distant thud)

- Hold out your hand.

Uh, don't grab.

It's unlucky.

- You want to give
it to me, Pepe?

- No.

It's for some fat, old woman.

- Let me have it, Pepe.

Sometime, I'll get fat.

- But you'll lose
it before that.

- No, I'll keep it for a charm.

- Then you must keep
your fingers crossed.

- All right.

- So.

- This ring will mean that
I'm always yours, Pepe,

with my fingers crossed.

(distant thudding)

- Those baboons are turning
my house upside down.

- They'll be in here next.

Let's get out.

Now, you stay here.

When the police come,
you know what to say.

- No evidence?

Nothing.

Are you satisfied?

- I'm never satisfied.

Take your men back to the roof.

The rest of you follow me.

(brooding music)

There they go!

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

(gun firing)

(brooding music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(guns firing)

(people clamoring)

(gun fires)

(guns firing)
(brooding music continues)

(people clamoring)

- This way, quick.

- Come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

- What is this? What happened?

- Oh, it's nothing.

- You call this nothing?

- Oh, you know how
the police are.

They like to keep
everything in an uproar.

- A very profound observation.

(ominous music)

(gun fires)

The police have been trying
to catch him for two years.

- Police must be rather stupid.

- As one of them,

I consider that a triumph
of understatement.

- You're one of them?

- I have that doubtful honor.

- How does he do it?

- A good head.

- It's not his head
that saves him.

It's his heart.

A man with such a good heart
could get around anyone.

- Sounds intriguing.

- (chuckles) It's
a matter of taste.

- Oh, inspector.

(ominous music continues)

(tense music)

Fix it up.

- Permit me to hope that
it's nothing serious.

- Thanks.

A flea bite.

(soft music)

(brooding music)

Why aren't you chasing the fox?

- Oh, such a silly business.

I prefer to use my brains.

- Well, your friends
did a little better
than usual tonight.

At least they found me.

That's pretty good for them.

- Shall we say a step
in the right direction?

- Excuse us, madam,
if we talk shop.

Cigarette?

- Please.

(brooding music)

- [Pepe] Oh.

- [Slimane] Let me help you.

So, they surrounded the house?

- Yes. (chuckles)

They thought I was
at Grandpere's.

(chuckles) Poor old
man, he has no luck.

They won't even let
him sleep in peace.

Sometimes, I feel
sorry for them.

They'll never get me by
this technique, you know?

- I've tried to point
that out to them.

- For once we agree,

the inspector and I.

- I am the one who will
get you Pepe, in the end.

- I can hardly wait for the day.

- And not only you,
but the others,

Pierrot, Carlos,
Grandpere, all of you.

- [Pepe] And then
what will you do?

Put us in the zoo?

- (chuckles) You
flatter yourself.

- Oh, you mean you
won't show me in a cage?

- You're important now
because you're free.

Once you're behind bars,

people will forget
all about you.

- (laughs) He is funny,
my friend Slimane.

He looks normal, doesn't he?

But he has delusions
of grandeur.

He thinks he
can arrest me.

- [Slimane] That's exactly
what I'm going to do, Pepe.

- Sure.

Sure, sure, sure, sure. (laughs)

How you make me laugh.

Do you know what
I like about you?

- No, but I'm humbly
waiting for you to tell me.

- Your face.

It's a perfect
face for your job.

To look that false is almost
the equivalent of being honest.

- I'm honored that my
appearance pleases you.

- Don't mention it.

(brooding music)

You'll excuse me?

I'm afraid I have to go.

Business.

- Goodnight, Pepe.

(brooding music continues)

- It's a shame, isn't it?

- What?
- A waste of talent.

An unusual intelligence.

One hates to see
him buried so young.

- Buried?

- It's the same thing.

- What makes you so sure?

- I've marked the
date of his arrest

on the wall of my room, high.

Where it reads black in the
rays of the setting sun.

Shall we go?

- And although we narrowly
missed capturing Pepe le Moko,

he was evidently
wounded while escaping.

In fact, his injuries
may prove fatal.

In the event of his death,

I shall inform
you without delay.

- Why don't you just declare
him dead and be done with it?

- You may rest assured

that I have the
situation well in hand

and will take whatever
steps I deem advisable.

Wire that to Paris immediately.

- What does he mean
by saying he has

the situation
well in hand?

- He means he's
going to sit here

and write
letters to Paris,

while he waits for
Pepe to die of old age.

- That's better than going into
the Casbah looking for him.

- At least our friend from Paris

has learned something
about the Casbah.

- We've all learned that
there's only one way

to arrest Pepe.

- Oh, that's very
intelligent of you.

- As you know, my intelligence
is at your service.

- Well, so far, it's
hardly been enough.

- Ah, but wait.

Suppose Pepe comes
out of the Casbah.

Then that follows his arrest
as a matter of child's play.

- Shall we send him an
engraved invitation?

- Huh?

Oh. (chuckles)

Pepe is too clever
to fall into a trap,

but some of his friends
are not so clever.

- Get to the point.

- Now, suppose Pierrot
comes down into the town,

Pepe would be worried
by his absence,

and he'll come down into
the town to find him.

- You've overlooked
just one little point.

How do you get
Pierrot to come down?

- Ah, that's my plan.

A magnificent plan.

I have here a letter.

I got it from Pierrot.

But he doesn't know that.

The letter is from his mother.

A letter of
exquisite tenderness.

- Hmm, from France.

Can't see much value in that.

- He's a bad boy but a good son.

So it isn't the good
son that we'll lock up,

but the bad boy.

Then, we keep the
arrest a secret

and Pepe will come
down out of the Casbah

to look for Pierrot, huh?

Huh? Are we agreed?

- Agreed.
- Uh.

And, uh, as to the price?

- You know the reward
has been posted.

- Oh, but a little
bonus, besides,

in view of the circumstances?

- Agreed.

How do we know we can trust you

not to make a better
bargain with Pepe?

- I'm an informer,
not a hypocrite.

(Slimane laughing)

What are you laughing at?

- It amuses me to see
you sell your friends

at bargain prices.

You have a flair
for business, Regis.

- (laughs) He says that
because he's jealous.

It doesn't upset me. (chuckles)

I ignore him.

(person chanting in
foreign language)

- Double him, Gil,

he'll never make it. (chuckles)

Good morning, Tanya.

- Good morning, Inspector.

- And how is Carlos?

- How would he be?

- Don't tell me your
charming husband

has been beating
you again.

- You know how it is with a man.

- [Slimane] Well,
I can't say I do.

- They seem to take
to it naturally.

- Morning, pretty.

- Good morning, Pepe.

- Hello.

- Good morning, Pepe.

- Good morning.

- You better watch out, Pepe.

Women will be the death of you.

- It's a happy death.

- I'm just warning you.

- Don't worry,
I'll keep my head.

I may need it one of these days.

- No doubt.

- Coming my Way?

- With pleasure.

- Good morning, Pepe.
- Morning.

Did you get home
safely last night?

- Why not?
- Good morning, Pepe.

- Morning.

Nothing unpleasant?

- Yes, we had one rather
unpleasant experience.

- Yeah?
- With you.

- She didn't think so.

- What makes her so sure?

- What did she say?

- Well, you know women.

They talk about nothing,
I hardly listen.

Was there anything
special about her?

- Yes. Pearls.

The co-lour I like.

Handcuffs I
can appreciate.

Platinum and diamonds.

And she didn't buy that
perfume in Algiers.

- So all you noticed were
the jewels and perfume.

- Was there anything else?

- What about the eyes?

- Well, they
all have eyes,

but all that shi shi and jingle,

you don't see much of
that in the Casbah.

- But you do where
she comes from.

(Pepe speaking in
fore|gn language)

- She asked quite a few
questions about you.

- Yeah?

What did you tell her?

- Now, what could I tell her?

- Why?

Did you think she might
be afraid of my past?

- No, but she might be a
little appalled at your future.

I told her you might
get off with 20 years

with a good lawyer.

- Aw, you wouldn't want
me to get 20 years.

You're too fond of me.

What's her name?

- So, you're thinking about her.

- Ah, how could I be
thinking about her

when I don't
know her name?

Huh?

(Slimane and
Pepe laughing)

- Good morning, Pepe.
- Hello, Aicha.

Pierrot at home?

- No, he's at Shinee's.

- Let's go to Shinee's.

- What do you want?
- Huh?

Oh, (chuckles) I have
a letter for Pierrot.

- Well, give it to me.

- Oh, no, no, no.

I can't.

I swore by the ghosts
of my ancestors

to give it only
to Pierrot.

- Whose the letter from?

- A woman.

- What kind of a woman?

- I didn't look.

- Well, you tell the woman
I took it away from you.

- Uh-huh.

(man vocalizing)

(fingers rapping)

- This vulgar game is
hardly worth the compromise

to ones dignity
involved in playing it.

- It's vulgar, but it's fast.

- I don't know why
I waste my time

in such common pursuits
with such mediocre companions.

I intended to
become a statesman.

Or a philosopher.

But a man's destiny is
written in the stars.

We play the game, but
fate controls the cards.

' Who?

- [Grandpere] Fate.

- If fate goes on
controlling the cards,

he might find a knife
between his ribs.

- The moving
finger writes.

And having writ, moves on.

- Stop that nonsense.

- Aw, he has an ear,

but not for poetry.

- [Carlos] I'm trying
to think. (scoffs)

- I would have played the ace.

- Do you smell something?

- I've been wondering.

Onions!
- Cheese.

- A mixture of cheese and onion.

- And I don't like it.

- Would it be to much to ask you

to take your nose
out of my hand?

- But you haven't
got a hand. (laughs)

- And don't blow down my back.

- You seem nervous.

- My dear fellow,

consider yourself
blackballed by this club.

- Huh?
- He means get out.

- Oh.

- What are you
hanging around for?

This is business.

Read this.

- Bad news?

- Pierrot.

- Wait for me.

- I would like it better
if you didn't hang around

so much with Regis.

- Why?

- Did you ever see a
clock that pointed to two

and struck four when it is
really a quarter past 12?

Well, you will find
Regis is like that.

He doesn't ring true.

- That's what you say,
but you can't prove it.

- Well, if I say
so, that's enough.

- Well, Regis gets
along all right with me.

- Well, that's why
I'm telling you.

I don't like it.
- Well, I do.

In business, I'll do
anything you say, Pepe.

But outside business,
I'll do as I please.

- Oh, so.

You'll do as you please?

(chuckles) It's a
good thing I like you.

Now get out.

(chuckles) Nice kid.

- What did she write
you in her last letter?

- She had a cold.
- Uh-huh.

- She said she'd start as
soon as she felt better.

- Ah, then you knew
she was coming.

- I sent her
a money order.

- Well, in that case,
it isn't so strange.

And yet it's odd that
she should arrive

in Algiers like that,
without letting you know.

- That's what I thought.
- Ah!

Is this her handwriting?

Have you another letter on you?

- Yes, I think so.

- Good, we'll put
them both together

like a pair of Siamese twins.

Then we'll see if they're
both from the same mama.

Mm-hmm.

- Well, what do you think?

- Same mistakes in spelling.

(chuckles) Our poor dear
mamas can never spell.

Same N.

- Same what?
- Same N.

And the crossing of the Don't.

Well, that settles it.

You can always tell by the Don't.

- Then you think it's all right?

- Well, you can see
with your own eyes.

- Then, I don't want her
to be there worrying.

After all, she's 62.

- Oh, my mother lived to 84,

but she never felt better
than the day she died. (laughs)

- Rue DE Beauvais.

Where's that?
- Oh, I know it well.

Half hour's walk.

I can take you there
if you wish to go.

- I've got to go.
I've got to see her.

- Fortunately, you
can rely on me.

- It's good of you
to help me, Regis.

You're a real friend.

- Well, that's how
I am. Sensitive.

(people chattering)

(elegant music)

(soft bright music)

- You ready, Gaby?

Andre just phoned.

They're waiting on the terrace.

- If I'm out of his sight for
five minutes, Andre phones.

- Well, don't you like
having him so attentive?

- Love it.

I've just been sitting here,

thinking that I'm the
happiest girl in the world.

- Well, you ought to be.

Marrying a man who adores you

and can give you
everything in the world

you ever dreamed about.

- That's my trouble.

I'm such a fool.

I go dreaming about
the wrong things.

- Well, that's a
terrible mistake.

- Marie, remember the time in
the Baltoin Bargain Basement,

the two of us behind a counter,

handkerchiefs, gloves, hosiery?

- [Marie] And don't
you forget it.

- I won't.

(soft bright music)

- After all, you
don't marry for fun.

I didn't.

- [Gaby] Hello, Inspector.

So have have already met.

- I took the liberty
of presenting myself.

As you see, I couldn't
wait to take advantage

of your invitation last night.

- I am glad.

- Yes, we're all glad.

- Inspector, will
you tell my fiance

where I was last night
during the shooting?

- But with me.

- There, you see?

And who did we meet?

- Pepe le Moko.

- Nice friends you have.

- In business, one can't choose.

- You don't mean Pepe le Moko?

- Mm-hmm.
- The famous criminal?

The one they're
all talking about?

- He'd like to
hear you say that.

- [Andre] Just a
common law-breaker.

- Have you seen him since?

- Mm-hmm, this morning.

- Did he say anything about me?

- Well, in a way.

- Oh, I know.

My pearls.

- A connoisseur
can admire pearls

without neglecting the wearer.

- Oh, he means if he
stole your pearls,

he'd steal you with
them. (giggles)

- [Maxim] Ha-ha, doesn't
that frighten you, Gaby?

- [Marie] Oh, it
sounds marvelous to me.

I'd like to meet him.

- It can easily be arranged,

if you wish to visit the Casbah
again with a suitable guide.

- How's that, Andre?

An adventure.

- Well, that's what
we're here for.

- Yeah.
- Once is enough for me.

I don't like natives.

- Then we'll
go with Maxim.

You'll protect us,
won't you, Maxim?

- Oh-ho, I'm at my
best among natives.

- Tonight, Inspector,
if it's convenient?

- Mm-hmm.

' Pepe!

" [Pepe] Yeah.

- What are you doing?

" [Pepe] Nothing.

(ship horn bellowing)

- What are you
looking at like that?

- France.

- Well, you can't see France.

- Well, there is
no harm in trying.

- Pepe, what are you
looking at like that?

- A ship.

- Doesn't it make you
seasick to look at boats?

- Doesn't it give you a
headache to ask so many
questions?

- No.

- Why? Have you got a headache?

- Oh, no I'm thinking.

- Well, that's sure to
give you a headache.

- I don't think with my
head but with my heart.

- Then you'd better tell me.

- It's nothing.

- If it's nothing,
you'd better tell me.

- Oh, I'll get mad if
you go on like this.

- I want you to get mad.

Shout at me and hurt me,

but don't treat me
as if I'm not here.

- Oh, I know you're here.

- No you don't.

You're dreaming about something

with your eyes wide open.

I wish you'd dream about me.

- Look, you've always
lived in the Casbah.

For you, there is
nothing outside.

- The Casbah
is big enough.

- Not for me.

It's like being
in a grave.

- Pepe.

- Can't stand much more of it.

- If you want to go
away, I'll go with you.

- Thanks.

- Won't you take me?

- I wish I could.

Paris is a long way off.

- I don't care.

- It's different there.

- Couldn't you be
happy with me in Paris?

You think I'd look
funny in Paris.

Answer me.

- Oh, but it isn't you, Ines.

It's the Casbah.

You belong here.

You don't understand
the way I feel.

I've stood it for two years.

The time comes when you
can't stand anymore.

Morning, noon, and night.

The same things.
The same people.

I'm fed up. I've had enough.

- You're tired of me.

- It has nothing to do with you.

I want to get away.

- Oh, that has
nothing to do with me?

Do you know when
you're going away?

Never.
- You'll see.

- You can't do it.

Never.

I am the Casbah. I'll keep you.

Just try to get away
and you will find out.

(laughs) It's funny
for the police

to come in and
try to arrest you.

You're in prison already.

You're in the Casbah
with a wall around you.

- Stop it.
- There's nothing else.

You'll never have anything else.

- Stop it, I tell you!

- I am glad.

There is no
France for you.

No Paris. No boulevards.

- Are you through?
- No!

(Ines sobbing)

I love you.

(man chanting in
foreign language)

(patrons chattering)

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

Pierrot?

- [Aicha] It's me. Aicha

Oh, Pepe, I don't
know what to do.

Pierrot. I can't find him.

- [Pepe] Did you go to Shinee's?

- Yes.

And I went to Mother
Teche's and the Ali Baba

and, and the Algerians.

Everywhere.

He ought to be
back by now.

- Back?

- [Aicha] From the
Rue DE Beauvais.

- Rue...

Why did he go into town?

- [Aicha] To see his mother.

- What do you mean
to see his mother?

- He got a
letter from her.

L'Arbi brought it.

And then he went
down with Regis.

And then Regis came
back, but Pierrot...

I'm still waiting
for him, that's all.

- Where's Regis?

- At the Algerians.

- No need to go down.

Here, Max.

(lively music)
(cards slapping)

- See you later.

(cards slapping)

- Hello, Regis.

What's your hurry?

- Oh, I'm in no hurry.

- Good. Then come along with me.

- I'm waiting for Pierrot.

- We can wait for him together.

- Uh, but listen, Pepe,
I've got to go down-

- What's the matter?

What makes you so nervous?

- Me? Nervous?

Oh, why should I be nervous?

- That's just it. Why?

- Oh well, it's only
that usually you

hardly say hello to me,

and when you do, I don't
expect it when you don't.

I, I'm a little
surprised when you do

because you don't usually.

- Well, you see, I
haven't appreciated you

at your real value.

That's the trouble.

So, I made a mistake.

Shall we go?

- Where?
- Oh, any quiet corner

where we can talk.

I've been hearing great
stories about your courage.

' MY Courage?

- You're surprised?

- Uh, no.

- I even hear you've proved it.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

- Well, it, it's possible.

One, one can be brave
without knowing it.

- (chuckles) Of course.

- How, how did I prove it?

- Why, by going down
into town with Pierrot.

Ah, not everybody
would have done that.

- Oh. Oh, yes.

- And after that,
you came back here.

That was a brave thing to do.

- Yeah, wasn't it?

(Pepe chuckles)

- Now you see

why I have completely
changed my ideas about you.

You're all right.

- I was helping the
boy out, nothing more.

- Of course.

Uh, tell me.

Where did you leave Pierrot?

- Somewhere. I don't
quite remember.

- Rue DE Beauvais?

- Yeah, that's it.

- Uh, you don't mind if I
refresh your memory, do you?

- He went to see
his poor old mother.

- How is she?

- I didn't see her.

- Why not?

- Uh, she was
in bed, sick.

He didn't want to disturb her.

- Hmm, that must have been
an awful shock for Pierrot.

He thought she was in France.

- I think he got a letter.

- Did you see it?

- I, (groans) just a glimpse.

- So you left him, and
you came back alone.

- He wanted to stay with her.

That's natural. (chuckles)

- [Pepe] Yes,
very natural.

— [Regis] Exactly.

- [Pepe] Of course.

- Want me?

- [Pepe] No, we
were just talking.

Sit down.

- Aye.

- And now you're waiting
for poor Pierrot.

- [Pepe] Why poor Pierrot?

- Because he went
down with Regis.

- [Pepe] What of it?

- Nothing.

Maybe I should say,

and now you're waiting for
Pierrot with poor Regis.

(Carlos laughing)

(harmonica scaling)

(upbeat harmonica music)

- What's the matter, huh?

- (panting) I've gotta have air.

- Just relax.

Take it easy.

We understand how anxious
you are about Pierrot.

Here, take this.

Go ahead, drink.

(chuckles) Don't take
a bite out of it.

- I don't know what's
the matter with me.

- [Pepe] You'll get over it.

In an hour, you'll
feel much better.

- Let me go.

Let me go.
- Aah, with a fever like that?

You mustn't think of
exerting yourself.

Cigarette?

- Don't make such a fuss.

Go on and smoke.

It'll settle your nerves.

Say, Pepe.

His hair is getting a little
long here on his neck.

Don't you think we
ought to cut it for him?

- You were fond of
Pierrot, weren't you?

- Oh, I was. I am fond of him.

- Well then, you don't want
to leave before he gets back.

You want to know why he
has been detained, don't you?

- Yes, yes, yes.

- [Pepe] Oh la-la la-la.

Oh, you must have a fever.

I'm worried about you.

- He's burning up.

I'm afraid he'll
sizzle before long.

- I don't know
anything about Pierrot.

Pepe, Pepe, let me go.

You know me.

You, you know I'm all right.

Tell me you do.

Last night, I was the
one who came to warn you.

- Yes, you were the one.

- Let me go.

(Regis groaning and panting)

- He's delirious.

- This is terrible.

He may not last the next round.

How about a little game to
calm him down, all right?

- It is really alarming.

If I may say so,

he is not at his best.

He must stay right where he is.

We can't be too careful.

- What are you doing?

- Ines, go down
to Rue DE Beauvais

and see if you can find
out anything about Pierrot.

Try to find him, and
bring him back, quick.

He went out with Regis.

If you bring him back,
Regis may recover.

- All right.

- Cut 'em, Regis.

The black spot.

Oh, that's bad.

(people chattering)
(lively music)

- Suppose you can't find him?

- Don't worry.

(Slimane speaking
in foreign language)

This way.

- The women look so mysterious.

- No doubt they'd say
the same about you.

- Huh, trump?

But you've got a heart.

- What's the matter
with me? I'm not myself.

- What kind of a game is this?

Concentrate!

- He's thinking
of Pierrot.

- Yes, of course.

- Worry over a friend can
cause unutterable anguish

to a sensitive nature.

- You mean it makes him sweat?

- A certain exudation,

hyper-actuated by an
emotional stimulation.

- You don't mean him?

- Uh, uh, deal me out.

Take care of Regis.

Never go back on a friend
when he is in trouble.

Still waiting, little one?

(people chattering)

(man chanting in
foreign language)

- Urn, um, you know what
this reminds me of?

A little place in New
York on 42nd street.

That's the thing
about traveling.

There's always
something different.

One time, I was in Corsica
and I thought I was in Turkey.

(chuckles) And remember the
time we were on the Nile

and I thought it
was Venice? (laughs)

- Tell me, do they, do they
have native music here?

- On the phonograph.

- Oh, well.

- That one?
- It's, uh, Chekka Tesbah.

- Never heard of it.

Must be native music.

- Mm-hmm.

(lively music)

- So you wanted to
take another look

at this strange, wild animal.

- Strange, but not so very wild.

- How do you like my cage?

- I don't know, yet.

- Do you like Algiers?

- I don't like traveling,

it makes me homesick.

- Does it?

- If I can't see Paris when I
open my eyes in the morning,

I want to go right
back to sleep.

Do you know Paris?

- Do I know Paris?

The Rue St. Martin.

- Champs.
- La Gare du Nerd.

- The Opera, Boulevard
des Capucines.

- Elbase, La Chapelle.

- Rue Montmartre.

- Boulevard Rochechouart.

- Rue Fontaine.

- [In Unison] La Place Blanche.

(both laughing)

- What a small world.

(lively music)

- Cigarette?
- Thanks.

Got a light?

- We're a long way from home.

- Mm-hmm.

(Carlos clears throat)

Excuse me.

Well?

- (chuckles) He still thinks
he's playing his last card.

Not bad.

- I'll tell her you said so.

- No, no, no, I mean
the rock she's wearing.

Now if it was me,

I'd get them first and then
do the fancy stuff afterward.

- Shut up.

- You can't talk
to me like that.

- You heard me. Shut up.

- Okay-

- He was talking about me?

- He was worried
about you.

- About me?

- All that stuff you have on.

- Oh, that's nice of him.

- You're not worried yourself?

- No.

Not while I'm with you.

- Right.

This is something.

- Isn't it?

And it hardly weighs anything.

Look.

- At least 20,000 francs, hmm?

- Add a zero.

- Oh, I mean what
I would get for it.

- On. (laughs)

- Here.

Put it on again.

- You put it on.

(lively music)

- Want to dance?

- Uh, yes.

(lively music continues)

- What's your name?

- Gabrielle.

They call me Gaby.

- Married?

- No.

- Widow?
- No.

- Why not?

Who are you with?

- My fiance.

- What is he like?
- Jealous.

- Oh.

Stopping at a hotel?

- Ar|etti's. (laughs)

- What are you
laughing at?

- It's nothing.

- Too bad.
- Too bad?

- Too bad I don't
know you better.

- Why?

- Because I would
slap your face.

When people laugh around me,

I like to know why.

- Ah.

(lively music continues)

(gasps) This all reminds
me of when I was a kid.

We used to dance in the streets,

on holidays, New
Years, first of May.

- 14th of July.

- How do you know?

- What do you think I was doing?

- Too bad you weren't
in my neighborhood,

Rue DE la Bruyere.

- Rue DE la Bruyere?

- That's where I lived.

- I went to school on the hill.

- That was almost
next door to me.

- No.

(lively music continues)

Let's go out.

- Where to?
- To the terrace.

- Can you see the harbor?

- You can see Montmartre.

- And Les Champs-Elysees.

- And the Place Blanche.

- I love the
Place Blanche.

Oh, I can't.

I can't leave my friends.

But I'll come back.

- When?

- As soon as I can.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

- How can I be sure?

- I never break a promise.

Let me go.

- Why should I?

- Because I ask you.

- Say please.

- You're rude.

"Am I?

(lively music continues)

I'll be expecting you.

Here.

- It would be nice if we
could meet at the Place Blanche.

(lively music continues)

- [Pepe] Well,
what about Pierrot?

- [Ines] I don't know.

- [Pepe] Didn't you
go down to find him?

- [Ines] I didn't want
to leave you alone.

- I'm not alone.
I'm with madame.

Do as I told-

(door thuds)

Pierrot!

- Where is he?
- Who?

- Regis. Where is he?

- Come on.

- They got me, Pepe.

The police.

I didn't listen to you.

- I'll help you.

(cards slapping)

(door thudding)

(Regis laughs)

- No.

No.

No!

No!

(lively music)
(Regis moaning)

No!

No! Oh no!

(Regis moaning and screaming)

(Regis whimpering)

(gun firing)

(lively music continues)

(lively music continues)

(Aicha sobbing)

- Pierrot?

- There is no sense to it.

- That's what they said.

- They?

- Those people.

They were frightened.

They said they'd
never come back.

- [Grandpere] I was
fond of Pierrot.

I regarded him almost as a son.

Well, he's closed his umbrella.

- Pepe, there's no use in
thinking about Pierrot.

- Don't you tell
me what to think.

- [Grandpere] It's a sad thing.

- Are you finished?

- I beg your pardon.

- It's very sad, you
were fond of him.

That's enough.

- Can't a man talk?

(people clamoring)

(people clamoring continues)

- Well?

- Well, it's finished.

I did everything you
would have done, Pepe.

I was all alone at the cemetery.

I followed the custom
of your people.

A handful of earth on the body.

And flowers to make
him feel at home

in such a strange place.

(thunderous music)

It's hard not to
be able to go down

to say goodbye to your
friend on his last journey.

(beggar speaking in
foreign language)

(pot crashing)
(stick knocking)

- I'm your friend, Pepe.

I know how you feel.

You're a prisoner in the Casbah.

But the day will come
when they won't be able

to prevent your leaving.

You'll go out of the Casbah
in spite of them all.

- I'll get out whenever I wish.

- When you go,
you'll go quietly,

the way Pierrot went.

Feet first.

Be patient.

When the time comes,

they'll take off their
hats and let you pass.

- I'll go out alive.

- I don't think you're
as foolish as that.

(lively music)

- Stop that, I've heard enough!

Music, singing, gibberish.

- I'm sorry for you.

- How is she?

- She?
- You know.

- I'm afraid you
won't see her again.

The last visit was a
little too much for her.

She got a bad impression
of the Casbah.

It's a pity.

- Why should it be a pity?

- For your sake, since it
seems to mean so much to you.

. To me? (scoffs)

- So that's what
you're so sorry about.

- Why are you standing
there, staring at me?

Do as I tell you!

Go down!

And you too! Get out!

I've had enough.

And you!

I'm sick of
looking at you!

- You seem to be
sick of everything.

- Right.

- I'd bring her up to see
you again if it were possible,

but there's no chance.

- So, she's not comm' back.

That's fine.
- What?

- All that swell jewelry.

You had it right in
the palm of your hand.

- That's enough.

- These people who look as if
they can tear down everything.

And when a woman looks at 'em,

they get as
soft as butter.

- Get out.
- Well, I'm not made

of butter, not me.

- Get out!
- Okay.

- Your friends have
no tact, my dear Pepe.

They have no respect for
the beauty of your anguish.

Oh, I know how it pains
you to live among this cattle.

Let me assure you-

- They can't keep me here!

I'm free.

Free to go.

I'm sick of it.

All of you.

I'm sick of listening to you.

And I'm sick of looking at you.

I'll get out when
I feel like it!

None of you can stop me!

- Oh, listen to me, Pepe.

- I don't need
your advice!

None of you!

I'm free to do
as I please.

Free! You hear that?

- You're walking into a trap.

You know better.

- They can't touch me!

Rm going down!

Get out of the way!

Let me go!

When I please, I said!

And when I please is now.

Get out of my way!

(suspenseful music)

' Pepe!

- He's gone mad.

He's going down to the town.

He won't listen.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Hello.

(ominous music)

Good. I'll attend to it.

Inspector Slimane.

He says Pepe le
Moko's coming out.

(suspenseful music)

' Pepe!

Pepe, don't go.

You're mad.

(brooding music)

Pepe, don't go. Please don't go.

I didn't want to tell you this,

but she's up there now.

At your old house,
waiting for you.

(suspenseful music)

- Where is she?

Where is she?

You lied to
me, didn't you?

Answer me. Didn't you?

- It was the only way I
could keep you from going.

If I had asked you
not to go for me,

you wouldn't have
listened to me.

So.

- Uh, you ought to be fed
up with a fellow like me.

(chuckles) I didn't know I could
make such a fool of myself.

You deserve something
better than this.

- It's not what you deserve.

It's what you want.

- Why do you worry about me?

It's no good.

- I have a charm
that brings me luck.

- You brought us
both luck this time.

- All the while I was running,

I kept my hand so.

- (chuckles) But you caught me.

- I didn't know you
could run so fast.

- Don't forget,
I've had practice.

But nobody ever
caught me before.

Next time, give me a head start.

- Next time?

- Don't worry, not
till I get my breath.

I'm thirsty.

- I'll get it.

- No you won't.

(Pepe chuckles)

(people chattering)

- Here I am.

I said I'd be here.

Well?

You look as though
you'd seen a ghost.

(people chattering)

(soft music)

- You're beautiful.

That's easy to say.

I know a lot of
people have told you.

But what I'm telling
you is different, see?

For me, you're more than that.

For two years, I've been lost.

Like walking in my sleep.

Slowly I wake up, that's you.

I don't know what I've
been doing all that time,

waiting for you
without knowing it.

Do you know what you are to me?

Paris. That's you.

Paris.

With you, I escape.

Follow me?

The whole town, a
spring morning in Paris.

You're lovely.

You're marvelous.

And you know what
you remind me of?

(chuckles) The subway.

(soft music continues)

Close your eyes.

Listen.

Can you hear it?

- That's my heart beating.

- Does it go like
a subway train?

- [Gaby] Faster.

- You're all silk,

and you jingle when you walk.

And with all that shi shi,

you make me think of the subway.

Isn't that funny?

And potato chips and
coffee on the boulevard.

What did you do before?

- Before what?

- Before the jewels.

- I wanted them.

(soft music continues)

- It's late. I must go.

- [Pepe] Suppose you
don't come tomorrow.

- Suppose I don't.

Can't you ever get
away from the Casbah?

' WhV do You ask?

- Can't you?
- No.

I'm caught here like
a bear in a hole,

dogs barking,
hunters all around,

no way out of it.

Do you like that?

(soft music continues)

If you don't come back,
I might do anything.

I might go down to
the hotel to get you.

- Tomorrow, Pepe.

- Tomorrow?

- I never break a promise.

(soft music continues)

- You smell good.

- The subway?

- Streamlined.

(Gaby chuckles)

(soft music continues)

(soft music continues)

- Hey, Anton!

Tomorrow five '0 clock.

Take mademoiselle
to the Marango.

(soft music continues)

- Did you get 'em?

- What?
- The hardware.

What's the
matter with you?

If you didn't get the jewels,

you're simply been
wasting your time.

What were you doing in there?

- Where?
- There.

- You're mistaken.

We were not there.

- Say that again.

- We were in Paris.

- What?

Okay.

(soft music continues)

♪ Life is simple if you
try to enjoy before you die ♪

♪ Every bit of happiness
along the way ♪

J" Take the joy
that comes to you ♪

♪ Suddenly, the world is new ♪

♪ With a song that keeps
you dancing every day ♪

♪ C'est la vie ♪

♪ Fall in love and
life is sunny ♪

♪ That's the life,
you don't need money ♪

♪ if you've got a little
honey in your arm ♪

♪ C'est la vie ♪

♪ I'm in heaven and I know it ♪

♪ Can I help it if I show it ♪

♪ Life is sweet as
sweet can be for me ♪

♪ Love is very necessary ♪

♪ Fall in love and you'll
be happy, c'est la vie J"

♪ You don't know
just what you miss ♪

♪ If you live without a kiss ♪

♪ For a kiss can bring
your winter into spring ♪

♪ Everybody will agree ♪

♪ If you fall in love like me ♪

♪ You'll be happy, you
will laugh, and you will sing ♪

♪ C'est la vie ♪

♪ That's the life we
should be living ♪

♪ Kisses morning,
noon, and evening ♪

♪ That's the life
that I'll be living ♪

♪ C'est la lune ♪

♪ C'est la vie ♪

♪ There is nothing
like that feeling ♪

♪ Tell me what is
more appealing ♪

♪ Than the feeling
you're in love ♪

♪ Mais oui ♪

♪ Love is very necessary ♪

♪ Fall in love and you'll
be happy, c'est la vie J"

♪ Love is very necessary ♪

♪ Fall in love and you'll
be happy, c'est la vie J"

Ah!
- Pepe, what's happened?

- Don't you know?

It's a holiday.

- No, I didn't know
what day it is.

- It's Sunday. Everyone
gets a holiday.

- (laughs) But it's not Sunday.

- If I say so,
it's Sunday.

- It's Thursday. (laughs)

- That's the trouble with you,

you always think it's Thursday.

- I didn't think so
yesterday. (laughs)

- Just as a favor to me,

let it be Sunday.

I want to stroll
on the boulevard.

I have a date at
the Place Blanche.

(light bright music)

Hello, everybody.

How do you like
my singing?

- What's the good of it?

- You ought to appreciate
the finer things of life.

- Who? Him?

- No.-

When you feel like that, sing.

It quiets the nerves.

- You seem pleased.

You've seen her again.

- Wouldn't you like to know.

- Oh, well, if you don't
want to confide in me.

- Well, our inspector
got himself a haircut.

- Did she come back?

- A regular Romeo.

You ought to get
a permanent wave.

- You're expecting
her again today?

- The trouble with
you, Inspector,

is that you do too
much inspecting.

Now, not a word about
what I have told you.

It's just between ourselves.

Yup! (laughs)

- Inspector.

- Good afternoon.

- I was puzzled when you phoned.

- My mission is a rather
delicate one, but necessary.

I merely wish to
suggest that your fiance

is a little too fond
of, shall we say,

the local co-lour of the Casbah.

- What is all this?

- The Casbah is hardly the
place for a woman alone.

She attracts too much attention,

excites too much desire.

We, naturally,
wish to protect her

from any embarrassment.

Further embarrassment can
very easily be avoided.

She must not return
to the Casbah.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Sorry to disturb you.

You're going out?

- Looks that way.

- [Andre] Where are you going?

- A walk.
- But where?

- In the Champs-Elysees.

- [Andre] May I ask you to
give me a sensible answer?

- Then ask me a
sensible question.

Where could I go?

I don't know anyone in Algiers.

I just walk
straight ahead.

- Straight ahead?

And where does that take you?

- I'll know when I get there.

- No you won't.

Because you're not going.

- Oh, yes, my dear.

Your hotel bores me.

The head waiter looks
like an undertaker.

And every time I step
into this apartment,

it looks more like
a funeral parlor.

Goodbye, darling.

- I know where you're going.

- Huh?
- You're going to the Casbah.

- So?
- You go there every day.

- Do I?
- To meet Pepe le Moko.

- Aah, so now
you're spying on me?

- You're going to be my wife.

- You don't make it a
very pleasant prospect.

- And I won't allow you
to behave like this.

- I'm glad you told me.

- What do you mean?

- We've got to be honest.

Why do you think
I'm marrying you?

Look at yourself,
and then look at me.

I've never lied to you.

You knew I didn't love you
when I promised to marry you,

and you though it was all right.

Until we are married,
I'll do as I please.

That's fair enough.

- I forbid you to go.

- It's a waste of time.

- If you go now, there'll
be no use in you coming back.

- Oh, you thought it all out
pretty clearly, haven't you?

- And I advise you
to do the same.

- Alright.

Goodbye.

- [Andre] Don't do
it, Gaby, don't.

- No.

- What?
- You can't go to the Casbah.

- But really.

- Your fiance was
trying to spare you.

He didn't want to tell you
the truth as I told it to him.

An attempt was made to capture
Pepe le Moko this afternoon.

In a sense it was successful.

- He was taken?

- Not alive.

He was killed.

(brooding music)

(knocking on door)

(brooding music continues)

- I just came to tell
you it's Thursday.

- I know.

- I was right
all the time.

You see, I'm not just
a fool as you think.

So this is the Place Blanche.

It's not much fun
on Thursday, is it?

It doesn't seem
like Paris.

(brooding music continues)

(plodding music)

- What's got into him?

- Weren't you ever
disappointed in love?

- Yes. Badly.

- I'll try to please you.

- I'm like Pepe.

I like 'em with diamonds.

Now he's missed
his chance.

So I guess I'll
have to go downtown

and give my personal
attention to madam's hardware.

- What steamer?

The Ville d'Algers. 10 o'clock.

Good. Make the
reservation.

Are you leaving?

I suppose you won't
stay for the funeral.

Four. First class.

Oh, send up some
whiskey and soda.

You'll have a drink.

Just a short one.

Make you feel better.

(brooding music)

- Is anything wrong?

Why don't you sing?

- Why don't you mind
your own business?

-I am.

Only, I just though you
might be interested.

I'm going downtown.

- What for?

- Unlike you, I'm bored.

- Anything in your mind?

- Just to look
things over.

- When are you going?
- Now.

No use to see a lawyer about it.

- Do me a favor?

- Sure.

- I want you to
deliver a letter.

- I'd take anything
that isn't loaded.

Okay, I get the idea.

Maybe I don't look like
Cupid, but I'll manage.

- Janine, pen and paper.

Go to the servants' entrance.

Give someone a good tip.

And tell them you've
got to have an answer.

- Don't worry, I won't
come back empty-handed.

- I'll wait for
you at your house.

- I'll be back in two hours.

Tell Tania.

- Good luck.

What time is it?

- Nine 0' clock.

- Is that all?

- In the morning.

Sun is out.
- Oh.

I slept all that time?

Carlos?

- [Tania] He hasn't come back.

- He hasn't come back?

- I sat up all night.

- He can take care of himself.

- I'd like to see him back
with what I've got to tell him.

This time, I'll make
him listen to me.

Poor Carlos.

- Hu-la-la-la-la-la,
same old story.

- Well, life is like that.

- Yeah.

And we're dumb enough to hang on

because we don't
want to story to end.

(chuckles) Smart.

- Is Pepe here?

- [Pepe] What do you want?

- We've been looking
for you everywhere.

Why weren't you at home?

- Because I'm here.

What do you want, L'Arbi?

- [L'Arbi] I must
speak to you alone.

- What's the matter with us?

Have we got small pox?

- It's all right, you can talk.

- Pepe, I'm ashamed of myself.

- What's new about that?

- Oh, it's worse than you think.

- I doubt it.

- Go ahead and insult me.

I deserve it.

- You flatter yourself.

- It's about the letter
from Pierrot's mother.

I brought it and
gave it to Aicha,

but I didn't know it
was from the police.

If I had known the letter
was written by Regis,

I wouldn't have done it, never.

- [Pepe] Go on.

- It was really a woman
who gave me the letter.

I, if I had known the truth,

I wouldn't have
touched it.

I'm an informer.

Yes, but I wouldn't have
done a thing like that.

- Oh, you're only
half an informer.

The other half is all right.

- So that's why I'm here.

" [Pepe] For what?

- Oh, I couldn't
stand it any longer.

Forgive me, Pepe.

- [Pepe] All right, stop
groveling, it makes me sick.

- I want you to have
a good opinion of me.

- [Pepe] So?

- I want you
to believe me.

That's why I'm here,

to tell you they got Carlos.

- What?

- What about Carlos?

- The police took him.

- How much did you sell him for?

- I wouldn't be here
if I'd sold him.

- First Pierrot, then Carlos.

Bad luck always runs in threes.

Your turn will be next, Pepe.

- Don't be so sure.

So they arrested him.

Who did it?

- Inspector Louvain.

They were about a dozen
of them surrounding him.

- Was there any shooting?

- No, no, they managed
very quietly in a nice way.

- [Pepe] What did you
have to do with it?

- I was at the police station
when they brought Carlos in.

I had the chance to
see him in his cell.

He gave me a letter,

the one you had given him.

He told me to take
it to the hotel.

- Every time there is a letter,

he is the one that brings it.

It looks funny to me.
- Be quiet.

- Oh, I am to be quiet,

while you write
letters to other women?

- Never mind that.

- You never wrote
a letter to me.

- Shut up!

So you went to the
hotel with the letter.

- I did it for you, Pepe.

- Did you get it?

- What?

- The answer.

- Oh, she wanted to write you,

but she couldn't.

She's being closely watched.

But she expects
you this morning.

You can go down
without any risk.

Go to the service entrance
in the back of the hotel.

She'll be watching
from her window.

- Is that all?

- Well, she wanted to come up,

but she couldn't get away.

- You're not going down, Pepe.

You can't.
- I told you to shut up!

Go on.

- She's waiting for me
to bring the answer.

What shall I tell her?

- Oh, she's
waiting for it?

- Yes.

- I'll take the answer myself.

You wait here.

- But Pepe.

- Don't worry.

My friends will take good
care of you till I come back.

- But she expects me.

- What?

- Nothing.

I'll Wait.

- Tell me, what about Carlos?

Didn't he say anything else?

- [L'Arbi] Nothing.

- Did they search him?

- Yes.

- Oh, then they
took away the 5,000.

- Yes.

- You're sure he didn't
slip the 5,000 to you?

- No.

- You're sure?

- My word of honor.

- Your what?

- Lovain took the money.

I saw him put it in his desk.

- You said Gaby couldn't
write because she was watched.

- Yes.

- But in a little while
she'll be able to see me.

- And he came back without her.

- That's funny.

- Oh, she's going to move away.

- Oh, I see.

But why couldn't
she write to me?

- He was there.

- Then how could
she talk to you?

- Uh, it was because-

- Because you don't know.

Now there is another thing
that doesn't fit in your story.

How was Louvain able to take
5,000 francs from Carlos

when Carlos didn't have 100?

- I don't know.

I saw the 5,000.

- Now something else.

Do you think Carlos is dumb
enough to give you my letter?

All joking aside.
- But you were gonna-

- You think me so stupid

as to believe he would
give it to you, huh?

All joking aside.

- I give you my word.

- You wanted to
bring her my answer,

and then I would
go down to see her?

- Yes.

- For a woman who
is closely watched,

it's funny the way
she can do things.

Now I've laughed enough!

Do you hear me?

I'm full of it!

- On the head
of my father!

- What of it?

He was guillotined!

Carlos was arrested.

- I told you.

- You had my
letter, that's true.

- But I told you.
- After that it fits.

But after that, nothing fits.

Now tell me what happened.

- Nothing.

- Shall I break your neck
to refresh your memory?

- No, Pepe.

- Hey.
- Slimane planned it all.

- Yeah?
- He told me to come for you.

- Go on.
- He thinks you'll come down.

- Then?
- The hotel is surrounded.

They're waiting.
- Did you see the girl?

- No.
- Why didn't she

come up yesterday?

- He told her you'd been killed.

That's what she thinks.
- Oh.

- [L'Arbi] She's leaving
this morning on Ville d'Algers.

Slimane planned the whole thing.

- Is that all?

- Yes.

- Thanks.

- You can't do it, Pepe.

You can't leave me.

What have I done?

- It has nothing to
do with you, Ines.

You're a good kid,

but this can't be helped.

It's not your fault.

- I won't let you do it.

I won't let you.
You'll be killed.

- Well, blame it on the Casbah.

- It's for her.

You don't care
about anything else,

so you're throwing
away your life.

- But it's my own life.

- Oh, don't do it, Pepe.

Don't go. Listen to me.

Pepe!

(tense music rising)

(determined music)

(gentle music)

(bright music)

- Wait.

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

- We didn't expect you.

- He is not coming here.

He's gone to the boat.

- You expect me to believe that?

- He's going
away with her.

- So you're the
one to betray him.

You couldn't wait to run to me.

You call it love,

but it means you'd kill him
before you'd let him go free.

That's what you've done.

As sure as if you'd held
a gun in your hands.

- (sobs) I couldn't let him go.

I couldn't lose him.

- I thought I'd
figured all the moves,

but I miscalculated.

I didn't think of you.

- That's just fine.

- In a few more minutes,

it might have been
out of our hands.

- Don't go.

Give him a chance.
- I did.

- But you knew. You
planned it this way.

- So he could walk into a trap,

and he's done it with your help.

Come on.

(gentle music)

(ship horn bellowing)
(gentle music continues)

(mysterious music)

(gentle music)

- [Maxim] You know, the
pleasant thing about traveling

is going back home,

and then going away again.

- (laughs) Oh, I
had a good time.

Didn't you, Andre?

" Me?

(chuckles) I never laughed
so much in my life.

(group laughing and chattering)

(gentle music continues)

- You see, Pepe, we meet
at the appointed time.

To tell the truth, I almost
missed the appointment.

- Not here.

- As you wish.

I can't refuse an old friend.

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

- [Sailor] All aboard
who goes aboard.

(ship horn bellowing)

- Let me wait here
until it leaves.

It's not much to ask.

I can't get away.

- I know I can trust you.

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

- Gaby!
(ship horn bellowing)

Gaby!

Gaby!

Gaby!

Gaby!

Gaby!

- I'm sorry, Pepe.

He thought you were
going to escape.

And so I have, my friend.