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The Night Affair

That new drummer is fantastic!

You bet he is!
I feed him a pill every hour.

- But he'll die before his time.
- No, at 30, like Mozart.

That's how you get famous.

Mauricette's client is complaining
about his bill.

Something wrong?

That price for just two glasses.
It's exorbitant!

- What did he say?
- It's too expensive.

- Scottish?
- No, Dutch.

Right, darling... Nederland?

A Dutchman?
He looks like a tulip!

Take 10% off,
but get rid of him.

You know what's left to do?

Because if you don't haggle,
he'll screw you for free.

- What did he say?
- It will be a long night.

- What?
- 10% off for table three.

Marquis said so.

Miss Lucky Fridel, I pay my regards.

Still with this monkey?

- Piss off!
- Oh, he's being nice tonight.

What's wrong?

Good evening, Mr. Simoni.

Excuse me, will you?

Blasco, how is the deal?

I'm fed up with Blasco!

- Don't bother, my answer is no.
- No to what?

You'll talk about us again...

about your chalet in St Maurice,
fresh air and a new life.

In short...
you want to spend the night with me.

So I'm telling you, no.

Go on!
Don't take it so bad.

It wouldn't be fun.

And if it's not fun,
what's the point?

- What's this 10% discount?
- A foreigner. He complained.

- Who brought him?
- Little Mauricette.

Little Mauricette!

Let her take those bums to bistros.
I don't want them here.

- Hello, Mr Simoni.
- Good evening.

- How is Lucky?
- She's fine.

- Can't say the same for myself.
- Is that so?

- Worried?
- Not quite.

But if you like tea...

and your grocer is out of it.
What do you do?

- I wait till he gets some more.
- No, I find another grocer.

As you wish.

Really?

No, I was kidding.

You're a live-wire, Blasco.

I'm expecting a call tonight.
Don't worry.

That's enough!

- What's wrong?
- She wants to sing.

- Really?
- Yes.

- She's drunk!
- Let her sing.

But she's not well!

- Go see if they need you at the bar.
- You're giving me orders now?

From now on,
I might go on giving you orders.

Okay.

You want to sing?

No, not anymore.

You might want to dance?

Yes.

You don't look well.

I'm not well.

Are you sleepy?

Let's say I am.

Beat that!

Your turn!

- Let the men play.
- Go to hell!

Beat it!

- This is a public place.
- No, it's a club.

I accept who I want.

That's enough!

Pierre, go get the boss.

Sir, you're wanted on the phone.

Wait, let me close the door.

Hey, let's play the cork game.

I take a die. I do like this.
I turn it over.

If it's odd,
you pull the string, okay?

If it's even, you don't pull it.

Here we go!

You'll win every time with her.

- Are you staying a bit longer?
- If I have a reason.

- I'll be back soon.
- Yes, and then what?

The gentleman will have his tea.

- Take me with you.
- No.

Okay, but come as you are.
We haven't got all night.

- I'll be at Le Carrosse.
- Okay, Mr. Marquis.

My hope and my fear

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Blasco.

My love, will you come?

It's always, will you come?

And this day,
it is my lament...

I love of her voice.
She's great!

Locked inside my boredom,

Simoni, Albert Jean,
born in Nice...

June 10th, 1916.

Buyer for The Abwehr,
from 1940 to 1944.

Since then, many illegal activities,
mostly as a go-between.

Drugs, no.

Convicted for pimping
three times in 1939.

Owner of The Egg nightclub.

Until last night.

Chaville?

Looks like a gang settling a score.

Boring, but these petty murders
need to be investigated.

Get in contact with Vice.

The Egg?
Isn't that the joint...

that club near Ponthieu St.?

It was The Canary then 4 Aces
when Jean-Marie got shot down.

Simoni bought it then.

And they say gangsters
are superstitious.

Who's in charge of the 8th district?

- Valois.
- Oh, Valois.

He likes the sauce.

When that art dealer was strangled
by that sailor...

Vice or Criminal didn't catch him.

It was Valois.

Maybe you should try that sauce,
as you call it.

No one doubts Valois' competence.

I just want a report on The Egg
and its clients.

Okay.

Get to work.

Gentlemen, the meeting is over.

Yes?

- For Lulu's birthday.
- Lucky girl!

- Will you join us for a drink?
- Here and best wishes!

Thank you, Mr. Janin.

- It's tomorrow at 5 p.m.
- I'll try to make it.

Rocard!

- What is it?
- Have Valois call me.

You've known him for years.
Can't you call him?

He's rude when I call.

He must hate the phone or me.
Has he said anything?

Not about the phone.

You're wasting your time, Valois,
Chaville too.

You'll never know who killed Simoni.

Chaville questioned me.
I showed him the murder weapon.

I'm Simoni's killer.

He didn't believe me.

You don't seem upset
by this tragic loss.

You're not curious, like Chaville.
You didn't ask why I killed him.

Easy... with all your shares,
you'll take over the club.

That's right!
I'm the sole beneficiary.

You could get 20 years.
Write it down and I'll take you in.

Hey, Valois, are you're kidding?
You don't think I did it?

I believe what you say.
I'm a cop, not a shrink.

Okay seriously,
I think I can help you.

- But I'm doing this as a friend.
- Sure.

Simoni had a mistress.

Not a casual thing,
but an affair.

With a half-crazy German girl.

- and by half, I mean...
- Why don't you give me her name?

I'll introduce you.
She's dancing with Blasco.

- Blasco sees her 3 times a week.
- So did Simoni, but at his place.

She's a hot one,
though I never tried myself.

Not even as a friend?

No, perhaps because of Simoni.

But I wouldn't kill him for that.
A crime of passion.

Too bad...
4 of 5 jurors think it's justified.

Miss Lucky Fridel...

Mr. Georges Valois,
a friend who's interested in you.

Okay, I have to go.
Business is business.

Excuse me.

Is it true what he said?

It depends.
He's always talking.

Are you interested in me?

In what way?

I think I understand.

You're lonely and have some free time.

I may look like a bar girl,
but I'm not one.

I don't look like a police detective,
but I am.

A cop?

I've never met a cop!

What's it like to be a cop?

He sleeps, eats, drinks, smokes.

What else?

He has a call to make.

Extension 212...

Valois here.
Get me Chaville.

He's already gone?
Oh, well.

No message, no.

And when he's finished calling,
what does he do?

This cop?

He goes to bed.

Not bad, not bad at all.

- Marquis, I'd like to dance.
- A little later.

You want to dance?

Let's dance!

Thank you.

- Leaving already?
- Yeah.

- Are you taking her away?
- No, she's taking me.

- It's okay, my car is close by.
- Thank you, Mr. Valois.

Hey, are you free?

Oh, I was just resting my eyes.

We heard.

That's just my sinuses.
Where to?

- I'd rather walk.
- In this weather?

I love the rain.
Come on!

- Wait for me on Washington St.
- All right.

I love this time of night.
Don't you?

I can't sleep at night.

I never could,
not even as a child.

It goes way back.

- Where is your accent from?
- I'm German, from Bavaria.

- And Parisian for very long?
- Three years, Detective.

I'm from Munich. Do you know it?

No, but they make good beer there.

I came to Paris to study French.

Then, I decided to stay.

Why?

Maybe it's a taste for exile,
maybe a distaste for beer.

- What do you live off?
- I get by.

- What about money?
- You can always find some.

Look!

Look at the lights!
It's so beautiful.

It's like walking on sequins.

I get the impression...

...of soaking my feet
but it's not an impression.

You're not poetic.

It rains in my heart
in life as in art.

Valois, tell me you like the rain.

This rain.

Happy rain.

On your happy face.

On this happy town.

Wild.

A midnight walk, a cheap hotel,
various French men.

Is that how you get by?

I'll prove you wrong.

Thank you, Sir.

What are you doing?

I have to get up afterwards.

Say...

How long were you his mistress?

Mistress?
Whose mistress?

About one year.

You must know his friends.

Is that why you came here?

When a crime takes place,
you look for the killer.

Some people mind, some don't.

Are you pro or con?

And this?
Are you pro or con?

I mean my stockings.

How old are you, Lucky?

Come here.
I'll tell you everything.

Come here.

I'm 23.
I have dark eyes.

My face is oval.

I'm no longer a virgin,
but my police record still is.

You'll know the beginning
by looking at my passport.

And the rest
by holding me in your arms.

It's easy, no?

Do you know what you want?

Yes.

I do.

You know...
You're uptight.

- Don't do that again!
- Why, would you hit me back?

Really, would you hit me?

I warned you.

Am I complaining?

Like you said...
It's easy with you.

Strange you don't know of any affairs.
Simoni liked women.

- He kept things private.
- Not so private. He was a pimp.

Maybe that's why he was discreet.

- This show is vulgar.
- The customers find it stimulating.

I didn't like that show.

It's primitive passion,
a tropical forest.

Reminds me of One-Two-Two.
We shut that place down.

Great, sweetheart.
You were perfect!

She's a good dancer.
Oh, I remember...

A girl would visit Simoni now and then.

She walks the Champs Elys�es.
A certain Gina.

Day or night shift?

Your tropical forest...
I hope you're not too attached.

I think I saw Gina around midnight
on Washington St.

Say, it may not be the right time
to speak of Simoni...

but your sporting ways
are because of him.

- You're back to your inquiries.
- I have to write a report.

About me?

About all those who knew Simoni.

- You, Marquis...
- You're not nice to Marquis.

If we're here, it's thanks to him.

Thanks to him?

It happened that way, that's all.

Oh, no.
Not like that.

He told you...

I was Simoni's mistress.
That decided it for you.

You're a good lover,
but a dirty cop, Valois.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Let me see.

Oh, I get it.

I suspected it when you came
into the phone booth...

but now I'm sure.

That's why you slept with him...
To get some!

Get what?

Dope!

You damn crazy girl.

Doped to death at 23.
Aren't you ashamed?

I should lock up just for that.

Just to see how you'd look
after a week in the slammer.

Can you imagine a week
without dope?

If you want to avoid that,
you better start talking.

Was he supplying you?

Yes.

He gave it to me
two or three times.

Two or three times?
Where did he get it from?

You don't want to say.

Sooner or later, Lucky,
you'll have to tell me everything.

Do you think...
it's related to his death?

Simoni's death isn't important
if you're not mixed up in it.

Le Figaro, first edition!

You cops never sleep.

It's best to keep active.

Le Figaro, first edition!

Two espressos!

- Sir, say I'm with you.
- What a lovely present!

- Stop making me chase you!
- She's with me.

Okay, she's your responsibility then.

Sorry, Valois, I'm in charge.
Come on, Miss.

- Is she with you too?
- Obviously.

Tea for everyone!

I doubt he's your friend.
Take him in!

You're nervous.

- What are you looking for?
- A girl named Gina.

I need to talk to you alone.

Michou will drive you home.
Where do you live?

At The George V.
Surprised?

No.

Michou, drive the lady home.

Okay.

Goodbye!

It's about Simoni.
You're writing a report...

- You'll get it tomorrow.
- There's things I want to know.

Me too.

- Leon, a beer, please!
- Yes, Mr. Chaville.

I'll save you the trip back.

Okay.

I don't see anything wrong
with living at The George V.

- There isn't.
- So why are you checking on me?

Good evening, Miss.

Goodnight.

Good evening, Sir.

Does Miss Lucky Fridel live here?

Yes, she does.
Do you wish to see her?

How long has she been here?

About 10 months.
I can find the exact date.

- No, just give me her room number.
- Number 530, Sir.

- Thank you.
- Goodnight, Sir.

She's a nice whore to follow.

- What do we do now?
- Take me home.

Aren't you ashamed
coming home so late?

Thank you.

Everyone take a glass!

Happy birthday!

Have a glass!

- Happy birthday!
- Thank you.

Champagne, Mr. Valois?

Ah, thank you!
Happy 20th birthday!

Yes...

Excuse me!

Inquiries on Lucky Fridel...

- Is that for me?
- It was, but there's nothing in it.

I don't expect the killer's name,
only a report on The Egg.

What can I say?

It's a club, people dance,
the whiskey is expensive.

You want a report or a prospectus?

- Are you going back there tonight?
- No, I'm off duty.

It's my only night off of the week.

Leaving already?

I must buy seed for my landlady.
So if I want to catch my train...

So, how is the Simoni case?

It's slow.

Chaville spoke of a certain Gina.

- Chaville is clever.
- He is.

Well, it's the police!

- What did you want?
- To see you.

Okay, but I'm not alone.

Hello.

- Who is this?
- Inspector Valois, of the police.

Dirty looks...

And now, blackmail.

- I'm fed up!
- What blackmail?

- I'm fed up with your questions too.
- Is he one of your lovers?

He's my father.

- Your father?
- I don't care if you don't believe me.

He has a big factory in Munich,
Fridel Tools.

You can look into it.

He wants me to come home.

For three months, he has cut me off,
hoping I'd give in.

Well, he can wait!

You thought the rich man's daughter
was a whore, didn't you?

- Do you mind if I change?
- Go ahead.

Can you see me back in Munich?

The life I'd live...

Compared to your life here!

Since we're on about your life...

Ah, I forgot.
It's been so long.

Well, it is my job.

I asked who supplied Simoni.
Tell me and it will be over.

Damn!

Let's talk about your father then.

Does he know what you do here?

For him, Paris is hell.
So, he has some idea.

If he only knew your Paris.

You're all stupid.

It's only in Paris, or America,
that a singer can get famous.

You sing?

Almost every night.

But not in public,
only in private.

You don't believe me, like my father,
but I don't care.

Valentine believes in me.
She's the black dancer at The Egg.

- The belly dancer?
- Don't talk about her like that!

You don't understand!

Valentine is a great dancer.

She doesn't dance with her legs,
but with her heart and soul.

That's not what I saw.

- Do you know what you are?
- A narrow-minded cop.

If you spoke of Adam and Eve
I'd see public indecency.

- That's the law.
- You're doing it on purpose.

Hey, I'm singing
at Valentine's tonight.

She lives on Wagram, number 12.

Can you come?

No, I'm going to my home
in the suburbs.

Yes, I even have a garden.

Well, it has a cherry tree.

- A cherry tree?
- Yeah.

- You do the gardening?
- Why not? You sing.

Yes, who's there?

Blasco!

You're early but it's okay.
Come in!

You're not ready!

I have to get Peter and Frankie.
Meet you there!

Do you know Blasco?
This is Inspector Valois.

I think I've seen you...
at The Egg.

Maybe.
I go there sometimes.

Excuse me.

Blasco is a good friend.

I can see that.

He's a father figure.

Tell me, Lucky...

Do you sleep with him?

As little as possible.

- Will I see you at Valentine's?
- I told you no.

- Hold this for me until tomorrow.
- What is it?

Right now it's Viola Cornita,
but come Spring, they'll be pansies.

- Hello, I'm a friend of Miss Fridel.
- I bet you're the cop.

And you're the Negress.

But, haven't I seen you
at The Egg?

I'm there several times a week.

You can leave your coat in there.

- Did you have dinner?
- No.

Come in here!

- Do you like chicken?
- Yes.

There's a thigh left.

Sorry, they're all dirty.

Blasco is crazy.
He eats that with caviar.

- Fancy some?
- God, no.

Is that Lucky singing?

Who else... Ella Fitzgerald?

- A scotch?
- Yes.

- Leave us alone!
- Piss off!

Have a drink, Lucky.

- Hey Blasco, you have a drink!
- Not again!

But I saw,
don't you know?

your step in the street,

which stops at my door.

Encore!
Wonderful!

Put on the record player.

Shut up, Lucky.
You sound like a dying duck!

You didn't like it?

Well, I like the way you sing.

- Really?
- Yes, I like your voice.

You understood.

I sing like the blacks.

I'm one of the few
who sings like the blacks.

I don't know but I like it.

Lucky, we're going to The Egg.
Are you coming?

But change the record.

She should change drugs.

Why not try opium?
It's soothing.

Should I throw them
down the stairs?

Peter, get my coat.

Come on, kids!

- Do you want a drink?
- I've got one.

- Valois...
- Yes.

Tell me...

Do you still not like the night?

You still don't like it?

Are you coming
or should I leave the keys?

Drop that!

No.

- Drop it!
- No!

Leave him alone.
He's drunk.

It won't stop bleeding.

He needs a doctor.

- I know a 24 hour pharmacy.
- Where is it?

Not far.
We can take his car.

See you soon.

I'll see you at The Egg.

We're taking care of Blasco.

- An accident?
- Yes.

Sit him down here.

Hello, Therese.

Hello.

Inspector Valois...
from the police.

Therese Marken, a friend.

Madame.

What does he need?

It's about time.
It's still bleeding.

Yes, it's a deep cut.

How did it happen?

I fell.

On a bottle.

I think the bottle fell on him.

It stings.

I can't do any more.
He needs stitches.

At the hospital?
You'll have to carry me.

I can't help you there,
but you should go now.

Necker is the closest.

- What do I owe you?
- Nothing.

Thank you.

Let me open the door.

Goodbye, Therese.
See you soon.

- Have you known her long?
- Who?

The pharmacist.

- Therese?
- Yes.

A few months.

One night, I was hit by a motorbike
and I was taken to her pharmacy.

She took good care of me,
and so I visit there sometimes.

For no reason...
as a friend.

As a friend?

You have many friends
in this affair.

You'll have to stay overnight.
What's your name?

Are you crazy?
I'm not staying here all night!

Lucky, do something!
They want to keep me here.

The boss comes in at 9 a.m.
He'll decide.

You can't make me stay.
On what authority?

What are you anyway,
an intern?

He's in charge, so you're staying.
We'll leave your car downstairs.

You're leaving me?
Do you know what you are?

Want to know?
I'll tell you!

Come fill in the forms.

Some friends!

I was at a party, doing no harm,
and someone hits me.

What shall we do?

I can still catch the last train.

Oh right...
your place in the suburbs.

Your patch of green, fresh air,
where all sins are forgiven.

Go catch your train.
Go ahead!

Do you want to come with me?

I'd like to show you my place.
Let's go!

Taxi!

First, why don't we see
if there's a bistro open?

That shouldn't be too difficult.

Wait, let me lock the car.

Bring me another coffee.

With cream, this time!

What will it be?

- What do you want?
- A double Pernod with rum.

It's simple...

Two Pernod's in a large glass
with two shots of rum.

I'll have the same.

Why are you drinking with me?
To find out my secrets?

Or as you say...
To make me talk.

Is that why you're taking me home?

Why do you say those things?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm beat.

And I'm dirty.

I'm going to wash my hands.

This must have some kick.

We don't serve many of these.

Most people here just drink coffee.

They're early,
or they missed their train.

Or the sales reps.

It's still nicer than a hotel room.

Surely, except you're here.

It's not very lively here.

- Gentlemen?
- Three beers.

- On tap?
- No, a bottle of dark.

A bottle of lager for me.

You look better!

Fatigue... it comes and goes.
Hasn't that ever happened to you?

Yes, but not by washing my hands.

Well, It's not only the train
that's a lost cause.

- Why are you so mean?
- And why do you poison yourself?

And if I stopped,
would it all be better?

I'm not talented like you.

I dream of being a famous singer,
but it will never happen.

Did you see me at Valentine's?
They laughed at me.

But with the poison, as you call it,
everything is fine.

My head fills with music.
I've got talent.

Don't you get it?

I know I cheat.
We all cheat. You do too.

Why are you drinking with me?
Because you love me.

Your investigation doesn't matter.
You just want to be with me.

It's nice...

having a suspect you can undress.

But from now on, no more Simoni,
no more investigation.

There's you and me.

There's only you because I'm off.
I like you, but you're tiring.

Since you got back,
you haven't stopped talking.

So with all your yapping,
my head is about to burst.

That's enough. I'm fed up.

Go on by yourself.

Smoke your dope if you want.

You can think you're a singer
or even a Negress.

Because I know what you are...
a loon!

- Valois...
- I'm going home.

With you, I'd be headed elsewhere...
the nut house!

Shit!

130...

- Is Mr. Valois in his office?
- Yes, you can wait here.

- Did you know Simoni had a brother?
- No, was it a family business?

Edward Simoni runs French Labs.

He is also an M.P.
and is in The Legion of Honour.

- The chemical lab?
- Yes, so what?

So, morphine, cocaine...

When your business takes in a billion,
you don't sell morphine in nightclubs.

Not even to help your brother.
Besides, they didn't get on.

- We could investigate...
- I don't want to get dismissed.

Edward Simoni came to Paris
to know more about his brother's death.

They hadn't seen each other for years,
but a brother is still a brother.

M.P. Simoni was very courteous to me.

But he made it clear
he could go higher up.

Yes, but tactfully.

I promised him I'd solve it quickly.

Chaville is waiting for your report.
I want it on my desk tomorrow.

- And if I have nothing to write?
- I'd find something.

That's why I'm going
to that club tonight.

I'll meet you there at 11 p.m.

Right.

If you think I'm getting involved
because of some M.P., you're wrong.

I have nothing to gain.

You never know.

I said 11 O'clock.
See you there!

Ah, Mr. Valois...

- What brings you here?
- I need to see you, Inspector.

Not here.
Come with me!

What will you have?
A beer, please.

- Two beers.
- Yes, Sir.

So, what do you want to talk about?

Lucky...

Lucky leads a dangerous life,
a degrading one.

She must come back
to Munich with me.

- And you can help me.
- Really? How?

As she is a German citizen,

you can have her deported.

I know an expulsion can be costly.

Don't worry, I can pay.

Pay what?

Let's say... goodwill.

Name your price.

You knocked at the wrong door, Sir.

- Valois, can I see you.
- I'll be up soon.

Please...

Excuse me, Sir.

- Thank you.
- Please, listen to me.

I'm very unhappy.

I've tried everything to get
my daughter back.

I've cut her allowance by 3/4's.

I will cut her off completely
if you can't help me.

She'd have no money for drugs,
so she'd have to come back.

- No, she wouldn't.
- What would she do?

Prostitution.

Your daughter is crazy, Mr. Fridel,
because of the drugs.

Her supplier is dead,
but she knows others.

Trouble is the victim...
he was shot three times.

Really?
You don't think my daughter...

I don't know.

- But Albert Simoni was murdered.
- I met an Albert once at Lucky's.

- He was with a woman.
- Who?

I don't know her name.

She argued with Lucky,
and that Albert guy slapped her.

Hey, I remember what Lucky said
after he slapped her.

She said...

You're a pharmacist.
You know where to get some Arnica.

- She said pharmacist?
- Absolutely.

- Can I help you?
- I want to weigh myself.

- I'll help the gentleman.
- Yes, Madam.

Remember me?

Of course.
You're hard to miss.

I bet you even wear
your hat to bed.

I wore my hat the last time
I got weighed.

If I took it off,
it would ruin the reading.

- How is your wounded friend?
- He went home this morning.

83.4 kilos.

That's because of the beer.

No one is forcing you to drink.

Sometimes you get dragged along.
That happened today.

By the way...

With someone you must know,
Lucky's father.

I don't think so.

Funny... He remembers you.

The last time he saw you,
you got slapped.

Does that happen often?

- Slapped?
- Yes.

If this is a joke,
I don't get it.

Now, I don't think
you need me any more.

I have two prescriptions to fill.

And I have a report to write,
so let's help each other.

A policeman makes himself at home,
but I don't have to find it pleasant.

Understand?

I am starting to understand
why Simoni slapped you.

So not only was I slapped,
but by Simoni?

- Which Simoni?
- Albert Simoni, handsome Albert.

- Don't you know him?
- No.

He's a nightclub owner
who was murdered.

He was Lucky Fridel's lover.
You do know her?

Yes.

- For how long?
- For several months.

- Where did you meet her?
- Here, like all my customers.

- She had been hit by a motorbike.
- And you became friends?

Why not?

You don't make friends
with all your customers.

Why Lucky?

She's a nice person.

Isn't she?

Good friends have no secrets.
You must know she uses drugs.

No, I didn't know that.

I guess you also didn't know
Albert was giving her morphine.

I'd like to know who replaced
this obliging gentleman.

I'm not a policemen,
I don't know.

- But you may go and find him.
- How nice of you!

Since you are cooperating so well,
I'd like your home address.

- Why?
- No reason.

4 Maujon St., Boulogne.

Are you married?

Yes.

That's interesting.
What does your husband do?

Do we have to talk about him?

I could ask elsewhere,
but since I'm here...

He's a chemical engineer.

- Where?
- At French Labs.

French Labs...
Wait a minute!

That's Edward Simoni's company.

I like that!

Because now you can't say
you don't know him.

Of course...

No, not Edward...
Albert.

- His brother may have introduced us.
- Is that so?

Now we're getting somewhere.
And you saw Albert Simoni again.

You saw him when he slapped you.

- You're determined.
- Did he slap you or not?

Ah yes, I see what you mean.

I was shopping on Ave. George V.
I went to see Lucky.

And that guy was there.
I just saw him for 5 minutes.

To say hello, get slapped, and leave.

Someone got slapped,
but it wasn't me.

Lucky and that guy were arguing.

Lucky said something offensive,

and Simoni slapped her.

- That's it.
- And after that?

Nothing.
Lucky stayed, and I left.

You see, I've never found
getting slapped attractive.

To each his own.

You're wise to weigh yourself often.
You're heavy.

I know what you're getting at.

Yes, as a pharmacist,
I have access to toxic goods.

Yes, I'm Lucky Fridel's friend
and I've met Albert Simoni.

That being said, I'll add...

I have a pharmacy degree,
I pay taxes...

and though I'm well educated,
I'm sorry to say...

That I'm a pain in the ass.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Well, you see...

He who weighs himself often,
knows himself well.

Hello,

My friend,

Would you like to kiss me?

Sir, pardon me

I'd like to love you,

- Put this in the cloakroom.
- Yes, Mr. Valois.

My heart is crazy

And I can't get along without you

And love, for always

That's for me

Baby

Sir, I can't wait

For the words you will say

I can see

Oh-la-la

Everything you're thinking

I see only you

I could spend my whole
lifetime with you

I do crazy things

But kiss me, Darling

Hello, Lucky.

- What's the meaning of this?
- They're following up my visit.

- What visit?
- I was brought in for questioning.

They threatened to close my club
for six months.

So, I like Lucky,
but she's not my sister.

- Did you squeal on her?
- I only told them what I told you.

- Did you say where she gets her dope?
- I can't say what I don't know.

You're not so much a prick
but you lack imagination.

I said 11 p.m.
We've been waiting.

Were you bored?

Not at all.
Miss Fridel kept us company.

Charming girl.

But you already know her.

Like everyone here.

But you know Miss Fridel better.

You knew she was Simoni's mistress.

- Didn't you?
- Of course.

That would have helped Chaville
if it was in your report.

- Would you like a drink?
- No.

Are you upset?

You are,
but I wonder why.

Lucky Fridel might be a good lead,
but I'm not sure.

I'll know in a couple of days.

I'll know sooner.
I'm arresting her tomorrow.

On what charge?

Accessory to murder
and narcotics.

Two days of withdrawals
and she'll tell all.

- She knows a lot.
- Listen...

No, Valois...
You listen to me.

I could charge you for negligence,
though that's not what it seems.

You're off the case!

Say, Janin...

What if I refuse?

I'd make sure...

you end up on gardening leave.

I just want to take it for a spin.

You're drunk.
You'll crash the car.

No, I won't.

I won't be a minute.

- My feet.
- Sorry.

Move over!

And keep quiet.
I have to talk to you.

Haven't you talked enough already?

Start the car!

I'm warning you.
I can talk too.

If you talk about morphine,
I'll tell them you slept with me.

And I promise
you won't ever do that again.

Well tomorrow night
you'll be sleeping in jail.

You bastard!
I can't believe it.

Start the car or I'll drive!

No!

Hey, slow down!
You're going to kill us!

Listen, to save you
I need to arrest someone quick.

You choose...

- Blasco, Marquis, or the pharmacist.
- Those are my friends!

Blasco thinks you're a whore,
Marquis squealed on you...

and Therese gives you drugs.

Therese?
Why would she give me drugs?

We'll see.
We're going there now.

Watch out!

Turn right... and not so fast!

Valois...

You have a visitor.

Surprise!

- You came to see the survivor.
- You'll be back soon.

- Denied smoking?
- No.

Chaville couldn't come,
but he sends his regards.

How nice!

He's working 12 hours a day
along with Immigration.

No luck, though.

- The bird flew.
- The bird?

Lucky Fridel.

You lost her?

You find that funny?

Listen, I feel bad
about our last conversation.

Especially after you got injured.

About that accident...

Did you know you were in a car
that Blasco had loaned to Lucky Fridel?

I don't want to draw any conclusions,

but that girl vanished
just after you spoke to her.

What did you talk about?

- I can't remember.
- Come on, Valois!

Look, it was wrong for us to quarrel.

I'm sorry, okay?

We might be able to help you
with a promotion.

But you need to help us.

Lucky Fridel hasn't been seen
for three days.

Not at The Egg or George V.
Not at Valentine's.

Nor in any of those hotels
where she would...

spend time.

She's hiding somewhere in Paris.

If you were better,
I'd have you go get her.

But because of your state,
I ask...

- Where is she?
- Ask Chaville, he's the smart one.

I took a knock.
I don't remember anything.

What?

I remember the vegetable truck,
but everything before that is dark.

Did you forget telling her
I would arrest her?

Yes.

Did you also forget
she was your mistress?

- You weren't in an accident.
- Stop that!

Your head is fine.
You're don't have amnesia.

- That's for the doctors to say.
- I won't believe them.

If you keep on about this amnesia,
I'll see that you're fired!

You can't fire someone
who has resigned.

What does that mean?

I was going to give you my report.

But I'll give you
my resignation instead.

For health reasons.

That's a clever escape.
But she won't escape so easily.

We'll get her, like we always do.
It's a matter of time.

Miss Fridel will end up in my office
charged with Simoni's murder.

Stop making noise.
You're annoying our patient.

- One more thing!
- You're right, he is annoying.

Right...

Come see me after you finish.

Give him one of these
to calm him down.

Are you crazy?

You saw my boss give me orders.

- And when he gives orders...
- But you can't stand up!

Of course, I can.

Well, that's your business.

Now, would you take me
to Administration?

- Your call, Sir.
- Thank you.

- Hello, Michou...
- How are you?

- You were sleeping when I visited.
- Come get me quick.

I can't do that.
That would cause problems.

Didn't I ever help you?

Okay then... all right.

Hurry up!

Thank you.

Yes?

- Mrs. Marken, please.
- She's not in this week.

- Is she sick?
- Yes, for three days now.

- Well, thanks!
- You're welcome.

Goodbye.

Take me to Boulogne.

Go to Mr. Fridel's hotel,
and bring him here.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

- At this hour, I don't think...
- I think, yes!

I'll handle this.

Where is she?

Who?

Oh, excuse me...

You're still speaking
about Lucky Fridel.

Yes, I know she's here.
I want to see her right now.

Information?

Give me the number
for the police.

What are you doing?

When you are harassed,
you call the police.

You've been bothering me
for several days.

- That's too bad!
- It's tiresome.

Why are you here at this hour?
Do you have a warrant?

And do you have a hunting license
for that night in the woods?

Well, that's a good one!

That's where Simoni got killed.

Indeed, as we're on the subject.

And I'll tell you what I think...

Lucky knows you killed Simoni.
That's how she gets drugs from you.

Then why don't we call the police?
You could tell them your theory.

Oh, but you don't want them to know
that your lover is a drug addict.

It's not so much for me,
but mostly for your husband.

Can you imagine him
with the house full of cops?

What would he think?

My husband has nothing
to do with this.

It's horrible to disturb a man
who just wants peace and quiet.

I respect that.

Well, I don't.
You go get him.

I won't!

- Then I'll go get him.
- No!

- Well?
- Please...

Henri, please come here a minute.

This is Inspector Valois.

It seems Lucky's papers
are not in order.

He'd like some information.

I don't really know her.
She's a German student.

She and my wife are friends.

- Is she here now?
- Yes, she's been here a few days.

She was ill,
so we took her in.

I wish I could help you more...

but let me tell you
she seems very honest.

All the more so
because she and my wife are friends.

- Anything else?
- I want to see her.

As you wish.
Therese can take you to see her.

After you!

He needs to learn the truth.
And not yours... mine.

Well...

I thought so!

I had to sedate her.
She was in a bad way.

Not worse than that!

I knew you sedated her, as you say,
but you outdid yourself this time.

Did you want to sedate her forever?

Isn't she big enough
to do that herself?

Well, I can't accuse you
of feeling pity!

But maybe that's better.

I would have hated
to find any good in you.

Now, tell me why you killed Simoni.
That's what I don't get.

But he did slap you.
Her father saw you.

He's coming here now.

- That doesn't mean anything.
- It does, because I knew Simoni.

He wouldn't risk getting arrested
by slapping another man's wife.

- Which means...
- You were his mistress.

No.

Therese, why don't you admit it?

He understands everything.

She's delirious...
Swimming in incoherence.

We all have disorder...
Her, me, and you!

Isn't it time to straighten out
this disorder?

Let's ask your husband for help.

He must know something
about your lovers.

My lovers?

Are you a perfect man?
A moral example?

If not, you'd know love and passion
are as different as night and day.

I hated that man.

I despised him...
but I couldn't do without him.

The truth at last!

You saw my husband.
He's so kind, so generous...

so intelligent.

Albert Simoni was bad,
greedy and stupid.

One man made me happy for years,
the other drove me wild.

For 10 years,
I was like many other women...

loving and faithful.

I think Simoni was attracted
by my faithfulness.

All seducers know bourgeois women
make the best whores.

And you should know it.

Miss Fridel is bourgeois too.
More precocious, that's all.

But she never killed anyone.

Lucky is an innocent flower,
a woman child.

Genuine youth
with German tenderness.

Isolde!

The love potion is quite unique...
half whiskey, half morphine.

Add a few slaps
and innocence wins!

I know this Lucky well.
She's why I pilfered from my husband.

And now he will see
his life destroyed.

It's your fault too.
You were the one who cheated on him.

But I don't give a damn
if you took a lover.

I want to know why you killed him.

For no reason.

To avoid seeing my husband
mixed up in all this.

Once I gave Simoni some morphine
for a sick friend.

Then I gave him some more.
but I didn't believe him.

- You never did.
- No, you're right.

See, I'm still lying.
Out of habit.

I've been lying for months.

Simoni asked for...

He demanded more and more.

I agreed.

Then I met that bitch.

I knew part of the drugs
were for her.

I accepted that too.
I had lost all self-respect.

Who cares?

Simoni...

He didn't matter.

It's Valois who I love.

I guess it is possible.

You did finally say no.
When was that?

When I refused to give him any more,
he said he'd tell my husband.

He was going to send the letters
I was so foolish to write.

That would have destroyed my husband.

So I killed my lover
out of love for my husband.

That's a crime of passion.

With mud thrown in too.

Lucky stole those letters from Simoni,
and I was blackmailed again.

But without compensation that time.

Valois, take me with you.

Let's go.

We'll all go. Because if you take me,
you'll have to take her too.

No, I just want you.
Otherwise it will be three...

- You, her, and that poor man.
- My husband isn't part of this.

Then leave them out of this.
All I want is Simoni's murderer.

We both have someone to protect.
Give and take, okay?

What if I say no?

Then it all comes out...
Drugs, adultery, complicity...

- Even about you?
- Even me!

I resigned this afternoon.

So you make the call,
but I swear I'll go to the end.

I've gone through enough already.

So Therese...
Should we make this hard or easy?

Listen to me.

You killed your lover
in a moment of madness.

Because he wanted to leave you.
That stuff is always in the papers.

That honest man will have to testify,
but don't worry...

As a wronged man,
they'll find him...

very moving.

The jurors will cry
and sympathize with him.

So...

Do we make things simple?

And leave them out of this?

Do you know...

I really love you,
but I took too much stuff.

- I may die.
- No, you won't.

I'm so cold.

You know where the phone is.

- When will they be here?
- It won't be long.

Come on.

- Mr. Fridel went back to Munich.
- We didn't need him.

This is Valois... get me Janin.
Yes, at his place.

You're going to arrest her, right?

I'm not stupid, you know.

I knew she cheated on me.
I can even understand why.

- She met him, fell in love...
- Hardly!

- Then why did she do it?
- Who knows why?

Janin... Valois speaking.

I know it's late.

But I'm sure in one hour
you'll be phoning Edward Simoni.

Telling him you've caught
his brother's murderer.

Well... Therese Marken,

4 Maujon St.

With an M as in Mary.
Yes, in Boulogne.

The young Kraut? She's not involved.
It was a crime of passion.

You can believe me.

A fake resignation?

Very flattering,
but that's not my style.

Quite sure.

Goodnight.

How can you show so little pity?

Funny, but I can't.
Yet, I've been trying tonight.

If I were you, I'd see her quick.

Come on!

Where are you taking me?
Tell me.

To get you the care you need.

Will you take me to your place
to see your poplar tree?

It's a cherry tree.
Now, try to rest.

But the place
where you're taking me...

Will it take long to cure me?

I don't know.
A few weeks, a month maybe.

Will you come get me?

Don't I always come and get you?

You know earlier
I said I loved you.

Yes, but you said that in a haze.
You might not feel the same later.

You'll know better when you're cured.
You can decide then.

It's better that way.

I'd like to get out in the Spring.

Because of the cherries.

REST HOME

Talk to me... Quick!

About what?
Cherries?

They're Montmorency cherries.

They're a bit sour,
but there's so many.

We'll never be able
to eat them all.

Montmorency, like the Duke.

But until then...
behave yourself, okay?

Subtitles by
cinephage and Gianni777.