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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.