All language subtitles for Dernier.ete.a.Tanger.1987.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.GG - YTS.BZ].eng

- This is the story of Peppo...

who was supposed to go on vacation.

He was supposed to go to Sicily...

his father's homeland...

and it was his first time.

It was late, and Peppo
couldn't fall asleep.

My little Claudia.

Sleep well...

my darling.

I've never trusted him.

There's too much at stake.

His methods helped us,
but now they're turning

against us.

He's dealing with the Americans
behind our backs.

Let's get rid of him before
he gets rid of us.

He has to be taken out.

Who's in agreement?

- In America, they say
even the boats have rhythm.

The sirens think
they're tenor saxophones

and the boilers act
like bass drums.

Along a pier in New York,
for years,

there was always a boat
leaving for Tangier.

Today, it's the opposite.

The boats are going the other way,
the way of history.

A crossroads city between two eras

and two continents.

The key of Tangier facing
the lock of Gibraltar.

Damn hot for the season...

100 degrees in the shade. They said it
on the radio when some guy

walked into my office
and woke me from my nap.

Awfully agitated, the guy,
you can believe me.

- She landed this morning.

She must be at her hotel,
Hotel El Minzab.

That's where I'm meeting her.

You'll hand her the envelope
personally.

- You don't need me.
- Any kid on the street...

- Your price will be mine.

- Well, it's 1,000 francs for my day,

plus expenses.

And expenses are upfront.

- The expenses...

May I

- allow myself to wait here?
- Be my guest.

- Do you have a weapon? I mean,
can you leave me

your weapon?

- Second drawer.
- Careful, it's loaded.

I'd pawned my piece and
I was really broke.

So he showed up right on time,
this guy with his dough.

Delivering an envelope two steps
from my office wasn't glorious,

but I wasn't taking big risks.

- Someday, Tangier will no longer
be an international city anymore.

It will be a part of Morocco again.

- We are going to miss you,
Sir. With all that's going on,

there are no more
arrivals, only departures.

If it goes on like this, we
won't have any clients left.

- Yes, Sir, a time of great change.

The old bastards leave, and
the new ones haven't arrived.

Sorry, passing the torch.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Goodbye, Leon.

- Sir?
- Carla Morelli, for Mr. Schmidt.

Tell him I'm waiting at the bar.

Danke sehr.

- Miss Morelli? Mr. Schmidt
is waiting for you at the bar.

- Did you hear the radio at 3:00?
- I was asleep, it was too hot.

- They say we're losing the statue.

They say we're losing
the international statue.

- It's "status". "Status".

- I know... Seen the reports?

- Changes nothing for you, there'll
always be thirsty guys.

- Arabs drink too.
- Water, yeah...

I don't run a trough, I run a bar.

- Don't worry, Emile. Thanks.

As soon as they arrive, we'll
sell them fig liquor.

- They already changed the matchbox.

- It's written in Arabic.
- Had to change the matches.

C for Carla,

M for Morelli?

- Are you a psychic?
- No, a detective.

Honest and competent.

- But a P.I. is never honest
if he's competent.

- Hear that, Emile?

I have something for you
from Mr. Schmidt.

- Why didn't he come himself?

- I had 2 hours to kill and I wanted
to meet a brunette

with green eyes, so I killed him
to steal this.

- I asked you a question.
- Usually, I'm the one asking.

- Are you free for dinner?
- Seriously, where is he?

- In my office. On ice
so he doesn't decompose.

- Good morning, Commissioner.

My respects, Commissioner.

- Hey, park the car,
idiot. And be careful.

- Good morning, Commissioner.
- Good morning.

So, you find a corpse
at your place

and you don't know how he got
there? You want me to buy that?

- I went out for a drink,
ask the bartender.

- Now that's really bad luck.

You go out for a drink and
a lawyer from Lausanne

chooses your office specifically
to come get whacked.

Dumb, isn't it?

- Gomez, what exactly
are you accusing me of?

- Accusing? Who said anything
about accusing? Did I, Karim?

- No one ever said
such a thing, Mr. Corrigan.

- So don't get all worked up.

- Well, how long is this
little game going to last?

- Listen,

tell me your client's name
and tell me what you're working on

and then you go home,
nice and easy. I'll go home too.

That way, we both get

- a quiet evening.
- I'm not working, I told you.

- Do you prefer I go home
in a foul mood?

That I insult my wife?
That I beat my kids?

- You have kids? Four?

Well...

Just imagining four
copies of you

makes me sick.

- Karim, take care of him, he's sick.

Shock treatment.

- Hey? Hey?

Room service.

Coffee. Newspaper. 20 francs.

It's like a three-star hotel.
What more do you want?

- To get out of here.
- The boss said, "Later."

Inshallah.

- Furniture!

Furniture seller, furniture seller!

- Is it your habit
to sleep fully dressed?

- Don't say a word, I'm
in a foul mood.

- I've come to claim my due.
- I owe you something?

- Yes, a day's work at 1,000 francs.

Plus a night, plus the dry cleaner,
let's add the hammam and aspirin.

- Excuse me?

- When the mail lacks postage,

the recipient pays.

- But in your line of work, you
get paid in advance, right?

- A Swiss guy, I trusted him.

- A lawyer, you shouldn't have.

- Well, he's dead.
- You already told me that yesterday.

- This time, he's really dead.

Besides, I have his death
on my conscience.

He asked me for a gun,

I made him believe I had one.
The killer wanted the envelope.

If he had known I had it,
I'd be the one dead.

If he finds out you have it, I
wouldn't bet much on your future.

So I want to know everything.
What was this guy doing here?

- I can't tell you
anything else, Mr. Corrigan.

However, I can
offer you a job

and give you an advance.

It's right up your alley.

- Watch out, she's infectious.
- I mean the disease, of course.

- I'm immune.
- This is Sébastien. Lots of humor.

- First time here

- at the Silver?
- Yes.

- In that case, let me
buy you a drink. Martini?

- Yes.

- Welcome.

Welcome to Tangier.

Business or pleasure?

- Business.
- Matters of the heart.

- Etienne, take care of table 12.

Good evening, Roland.

- Thanks.

- Good evening.

- The Marquis is losing.

- Well, there he is, Roland Barrés.

Bachelor, rich kid,
and boss of this joint.

Well, boss... You know
what they call him? Little Barrés.

A month ago, he was messing around
with Anne Solito,

owner of all the bazaars
from Algiers to Constantine.

His old man found the dowry too light
and the kid not quite a virgin.

- I wish you luck.
- That's my business.

Here is your money.

Thank you.

- Sorry, unaccompanied women
are not allowed in here.

- Place your bets.
- Miss.

- Good evening, sir.

- We sometimes make
exceptions, Salah.

- Absolutely, sir.

- Oh, these are family
jewels, Mr. Marquis.

Good.

No flaws in these.

50,000.

- Good?
- Red.

- Bets are placed. No more bets.

Number 9, red, odd, and low.

- You bring me luck.

For the first time I've
ever played, it's a good sign.

- For the staff, thanks.

Bet on red and 9 again.

- Place your bets.
- 9. Red.

- No more bets.

- Are you in Tangier by chance,
by choice, or by necessity?

- By choice. For a book.

- You're a writer?
- No, a book I read.

At one point, the author is asked
what his plans are.

He answers: "I only have
one, to spend the summer in Tangier."

I'm a bit like him.

- 9, red, odd, and low.

- Tangier definitely brings you luck.

- For the staff, thanks.

- The bets are closed, gentlemen.

- Hello.

Just a quick question.
When are you going to pay me?

- You've been paid.

- I'm not a dating agency.

You got your hooks

into the son for the father's money.
I'm entitled to a commission, right?

- It's very bad manners to
put your feet on the table.

- You're right, excuse me.

So, let's imagine, I go
see old man Barrés and tell him

you asked me to
look into his bank accounts.

What do you think he'll say?

- How much?
- Alright, I'll be honest.

I'm dropping everything, leaving this
dump, and moving to Manhattan.

That's 10,000 dollars.

- That's a good idea.

- Really?
- Yes, you'll love America.

Sure. Um...

For the 10,000 dollars, I'll
ask Roland for advice.

- Wait, I was kidding...

5,000. I'll settle in
the Bronx and see what happens.

2,000, 2,000... Give me
a little break here.

What's 2,000?

- Blackmail doesn't suit you.

I liked you better
when you asked me to dinner.

- You were more convincing.
- Tonight, I'll pick you up at 8:30.

Do you like Italian food?

- Yes, I love it.
- Ah...

- But my evening
is entirely booked, I'm sorry.

- Oh...

- Waiter?
- Sir?

- A draft. Nice and cold.
- Very good, sir.

- You could have a
word with him, couldn't you?

He'll listen to you.

We can't keep going as if
nothing's changing around us, Max.

- Don't worry, there's no rush.

It's the camel that moves,
not the landscape.

No, believe me, we still
have our place here.

- Carla, Max Pasquier.

My father's secretary
and most loyal friend.

- Hello.

- Let's... Let's go.

- Goodbye.

- My father says the Barrés
descend from wreckers.

- Wreckers?
- A kind of pirate.

They lit fires on the coast
to lure in the ships.

- It's a legend.
- Of course it's a legend.

But great fortunes often
need legends

to make people forget their origins.

Here, come, I'll
show you something.

There is the Atlantic, and
there is the Mediterranean.

- Do you see a difference?
- Of course.

- In what?

- Their accent.

- A 275-pound boar.

Cornered by my dogs,
it charges right at me.

Don't go thinking I shot
this boar with a bazooka.

I finished him off through the ear.

Max always tells me,
"You take too many risks."

I've taken risks all my life.
Look how beautiful he is.

Let me see how beautiful you are.

A pig is respectable.
It's a smart animal.

Much smarter than my dogs.

There's a dignity,

a sense of family you
don't find in men anymore.

This pig, Corrigan,
I bled it myself with a blade.

Come, we need to talk.
We're going inside.

- See, William? He won't stop
lifting my skirt.

- Proves he has good taste.
- Go look after your guests.

Corrigan, I want a report on
my son's new conquest.

You know about her?

- I read the papers like
everyone else, Mr. Barrés.

- She's pretty, my son's
new fiancée... so they say.

Right, Max?

- Your son's private life is none of my business.

You know what I think
about this kind of snooping.

- Max, I'm his father.

I have the right to know if she's
a gold digger, a whore,

or a girl from a good family blinded
by my son's incompetence.

I need to know whether to kiss
her hand or jump her.

So, the report in a week,

and for the money, you
see Max. Let's eat.

Come on, let's eat!

Goodbye, Corrigan.
And bon appétit.

Come on, to the table!

- Prego, signore.
- Thank you.

- Oh, don't worry.

- Attention, passengers
for the Ville de Tanger,

boarding at gate seven.

- And so, the exodus begins.

Don't you think

that Tangier looks more and more
like a sinking ship?

They're all leaving.

- Is your father among those who
stay or those who leave?

- Those who stay.

Only rats abandon ship,
never the captain.

- And what will your future be?
A rat's or a captain's?

- I don't know.

For now, I'm staying afloat.
I'll try not to drown.

But all that doesn't matter.
Tell me about you.

- You'll be disappointed.

- No.

- Dear listeners, that was our
request segment. See you tomorrow.

- My friend, the detective.

Did you get your American car back?

Dough... Dough...

- Business is rolling, so am I.
- Don't talk to me about business.

Everyone's selling, no one's buying.

So...

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

This one, Jacob Cohen, that's not you.

- No, no.

- This one...

Not either. La, la, la, la, la...

- Here it is. Good.
- There.

Yeah.

- It's 50 short. The interest.

- And what's your interest in this?

- Forgetting them.

Alright, there's no
arguing with you.

If all clients were like you,
Marcus might as well sell the shop

and swim to Europe.

Yes, coming.

- Marcus?
- Welcome, bienvenue.

Ah, Mr. Barrés. Mr. Barrés...

It's always a pleasure
to see you in my shop.

Your new fiancée? Very pretty.

Is it on the house or do I charge?

- On the house.
- Good.

Salam.

Welcome, bienvenue
to Marcus's, Miss.

Go ahead, choose. The whole
shop is yours. All a gift.

Good, good.

Before, the tourists here,
you should have seen it.

There were so many.

And on the beaches. Packed with
people, summer and winter alike.

La, la...

And the women, especially.
Baking in oil,

roasting on a spit. Right, Mr. Barrés?

All that is over now.

Because the boats are empty,

the beach is empty,
the shop is empty,

the wallet is empty...

- Stop complaining, you old crook.

Marcus is Radio Tangier.

If you want to know who's doing what
with whom, ask him, he'll know.

Do you still like Italian food?

Excuse me. Goodbye.

- Do you know him?
- We crossed paths in a pool.

- There are people in this
city you should avoid, Carla.

- Are you jealous?
- Yes, very jealous.

I'm afraid of losing you.

- Do you like flamenco? Good, good.

- Sir?

- If you're looking for work,
take all that off.

Don't tell me you're a singer,
I've got plenty of those.

I want nudity. Nudity,
skin, something never seen before.

- Are you José Torres, the Swede?

- It's been a long time since
anyone called me the Swede.

Who told you that?

Wait, wait,
is it money you want?

- "The first years at boarding school,
every night I dreamed of my father.

"He'd come get me, take
me by the hand, laughing,

"and bring me back home.

"And we'd laugh so hard
that I'd wake up in tears.

"And then I turned 15."

"I realized that
even in my dreams,"

"my father no longer had a face."

"I am alone and it's my fault."

"I have to go back there,"

"to find out what happened."

- Marchetti, Palermo...

- Come on, goodnight.

- Can't I stay a little?
- No.

- We can't part ways like this.
- It's late, and it's too early.

- I'm going to be very unhappy.
- I certainly hope so.

- Well...
- Goodnight.

Ciao, papa.

- What is it?

Max!

Max!

Max!

- What's going on?

- Max, the girl,
she went out the back.

- Quick, go.

- This way! Swede?
- Yeah, I'm here.

- Come with me.

Max, head down to the sea!

- To everyone else,
you've been dead for 10 years.

I'm the one who had you buried there.

You were in danger
at your governess's house.

Sooner or later, Barrés
would have found you.

I preferred to send you away

and provided for your needs.

- Why did you do that?

- Out of weakness.

Out of cowardice.

For the wrong reasons.

Don't push your luck, and leave.

Leave before it's too late.

- I must find my father's image again.

I'm looking for Mr. David Arfi,
do you know him?

- Yes, the rabbi. At the synagogue,
second street on the right.

- Thank you, sir.

- Will she recognize me?
- Of course, she'll be happy.

- I remembered the house being bigger.

- Because we were so small.

- I was small.
- Go on, my son, go on.

Can you believe it? You'll see
how my mother's going to react.

Go on, go inside.

- My mind's made up, I'm leaving.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- Here, my son.

- Not a single night has passed
without me seeing it all again.

- Forget it, my Claudia, I beg you.

God gave you a lot, He took it back.

- Then why did He
leave me my memory?

- My little girl, my joy...

You have the right to peace,

to oblivion. Ask God.

My child, I see your father
as if it were today.

- Did he love me?

- If he loved you? He adored you, child.

He adored you.

- Crime of passion. He had it coming.

- Was he a ladies' man?
- All men are ladies' men.

This doesn't look like a woman's crime.

A woman makes a scene before she kills.

Torres was killed
in cold blood. It's an execution.

- Are you listening to this guy?

He barely knows how to use a fork,

and he's giving me lessons.

What do you know about women anyway?

I don't mean those piles of rags
they use for that.

I'm talking about real women.

- They mention them in novels,
and I read a lot, Chief.

- Did you read my ass?
You hear that? He reads.

He reads!

And the rest of you, do you read?

If you want to replace the French,
you'll have to start.

And not from right to left.

Inspector Karim reads right to left,

so he gets everything backwards.

No, you'll have to think straight.

Take the corpse here, for example. Okay...

First hypothesis.

- Do you know what a hypothesis is?
- No, sir.

- Bunch of illiterates. First hypothesis...

First hypothesis: Torres is
quietly counting his dough.

The thief tiptoes in.

And bang, he kills him.

But here's the thing, he's distracted.

He forgets what he came for.

He forgets the money.

Second...

- "Hypothysis".

- "Hypothesis," you jackass.

- Hypothesis... Hypothesis...

Hypothesis...

- Second...
- Hypothesis.

- Bravo, thank you. Which is
obviously the best one.

It's Torres's wife,
jealous as a tigress,

the "chica chica, olé," who did the deed.

Well, no. Your chief has decided
it wasn't a crime of passion.

Because he read it in his books.

- Cut the act, will you?

- If his wife didn't
kill him, who did?

- An investigator must always
reserve judgment...

- What are you talking about?
That's native mumbo jumbo.

- There are no wogs here.

There are Moroccans.

These men are Moroccan police officers.

- Another lesson.
- You just don't stop, do you?

I can see they aren't wogs,
since they're cops.

Attention!

- Wait, easy now, Mr. Strazu.

- Starzu.
- Starzu.

You're not following the
procession? You're leaving?

- I'm free to do as I please.

- Men don't decide on freedom.

History does, under the eyes of God.

- Freedom? Who put
that idea in your head?

- Freedom isn't an idea.
- It's like independence.

It's an apple seed you don't throw away
because the trash is too far.

You toss it anywhere, and it grows.

It becomes a tree, a forest,
a fire that ravages your home.

Independence is when
you miss the trash can, Mr. Starzu.

Think about it. When you miss the trash...

- Poor Torres, are you listening?

Who put you in this box?

Stop me if I'm wrong.

A stiff with an envelope.

You open the envelope, out pops
a girl. You make a pass at her,

and you find little Barrés.
The Barrés family, you know them?

Come on, spill it. Who whacked you?

Prefer to keep your mouth shut?

Then farewell, Swede,
you know the way.

- Hello, Mr. Corrigan. He leaves
in two weeks for New York.

- Hurry up and book.
- I'm not leaving alone.

- Myrrah is a lucky girl.

- There's one thing I'll
never forget: that smile.

Can you give me another
two pounds behind the ears?

- Stop it... Still unemployed?
- No, I'm working now.

Can I see the passenger list
for the Ville de Tanger?

- That's forbidden.
- That's why I'm asking you.

- Go ahead.
- What are you investigating?

- A virgin strangler.
- You're not a virgin, are you?

- No.
- Oh, good...

Is there a Morelli?

- Shouldn't be too many of those.
- No, there isn't.

- Marchetti, then?
- M-A-R-C-H... - ...T-T-I.

- Yes, Marchetti. Claudia, right?

- Well, that's perfect.

Thanks, sweetheart.

- Say, who's going to tell the strangler
I'm not a virgin?

- Beats me.

- Get your ass over here, the boss wants you.

- I only work by appointment.
- Tomorrow, my office, 5 PM.

Whoa, didn't you
smell something funny?

Lift your arms a bit, will you?

Ah, that's it. Does he always
stink this much? Oh boy.

- Here's the promised balance.

Plus a bonus.

- I haven't finished.
- Yes, you have...

- I work for Mr. Barrés.

He hired me for an investigation,
and I'll continue. It's called...

Professional conscience.

- It's called stupidity,

and recklessness too.

- Let Mr. Barrés ask me himself,
and I'll stop, okay?

- Mr. Barrés can't ask you
himself, but by stopping,

you serve him and his interests
much better.

Do you understand?

He is absolute power. The whole
city belongs to him.

50 more.

Tangier is his domain. Inside,
there are people like Roland,

like me... His servants.

Is that what you want?

- I don't need your advice.

- No, I'm continuing this investigation.

Write your report and go to hell.

- You're taking big risks.

- There's nothing sadder
than a poor American.

- It's my job. Some days
I actually like it.

Don't you want to add a little zero?

- It's all I have.

I like it, I like it...
I also like money.

- Are you sure?

Why am I doing this?
For her pretty eyes?

She does have pretty eyes, though.

- Roland, look.

That's the kind of house I dream of.

Okay, stop, stop,
that's not what I meant.

But it looks abandoned.

And if I had wanted to see your
breasts, I would have gone about it differently.

- There are plenty like that opening up,

and much nicer ones.

- That's the one I want.

Mr. Barrés, please.

- That one is impossible.
- And why is that?

Richard Corrigan.

- Mr. Barrés?
- Well, the investigation?

- My father doesn't want it touched.
- It's yours? Let's go in, then.

- I got the information.
- Good. And?

- A real girl from a good family.

- It's impossible, the answer's no.

Good religious education, Swiss school.

- Tennis, horseback riding, golf...
- Does she have money?

- No, no dowry, but a pedigree.
- All right, fine.

- I'll send you all this with a messenger.

And as for the...

- What's wrong?

You look strange. Did I
do something wrong?

Here you go, by return messenger.
Thank you very much, Mr. Barrés.

- No.

Goodbye.

There we go.

It's not your fault.

Seeing this place again, I...

Is this marriage that important?

I used to have a friend
who lived in this house.

What were you doing ten years ago?

Claudia.

- I was ten years old.

As kids, we were...
We were inseparable,

like brother and sister.

Then, one day, she disappeared.

I always have a hard time talking about it.

- You got problems, Eva?

- It's nothing, it's my brother.
- Always wanting money.

I'm like the locals here.

I'm superstitious.

He beats me, so I work,
I give him the money.

- Tough luck, beautiful. Here.

They call it "the house of the evil eye."

- Are you afraid of ghosts?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Careful, the boss is here tonight.

Hello, baby.

What's wrong, my heart?

I see sorrow in those eyes.

- Tomorrow, they're running tests on me.

- Well, take it easy. If you keep
drinking at this rate,

they'll find pure 12-year-old
malt in your veins.

Okay, it's 8 o'clock in Tangier.
What time is it in New York?

2 o'clock.

In one week. You and me, we're gone.

In a week, "Americans", got it?

- Another one.

- Roland, come on. Let's go.

And mind you, "first
class", upper deck.

And in a month, you're playing
Los Angeles, at the Blue Sky.

Come on.

The sea is turquoise. On the
beach, big-titted bikinis,

on the water, a shark
swims a line of crawl.

Roland, you've had too much to drink.

The male population stands up
as your car passes by.

Don't drive.

Indifferent and superb,
you enter the nightclub.

The drummer, black, the drummer,
goes wild when you arrive.

Come on, Roland.

The sax wails, the trumpet
unloads a ton of adrenaline,

- I don't want to be alone anymore. I need
help putting up with myself.

the purple beam of light
follows you onto the stage. Silence.

I want you, Carla. Right
now and all the time.

The feather boa
slides to your feet. Wow...

- All the time, but later.

You're dripping in rhinestones,
and then you start.

Tonight, you're taking a cab.

Two notes of tension, a
breathtaking blues,

Come on, give me the keys.

the room hangs on your voice.

- Are you sure I'm the one
you want to leave with?

- It's you I'm leaving with.

You can see I care about you.

- I am terribly late.

Goodnight.

- I'm the one who's early.

- You won't believe it,
but I have terrible stage fright.

- Of what? My father?

- It's a big deal, no? Finally
being introduced to the great man.

The very powerful and very
formidable William Barrés.

What if he doesn't like me?

- No, that's... That's impossible.

- Or the other way around. What if
I don't like him?

- To like or not to like is a verb

that doesn't come to mind

when speaking of my father.

My mother might have loved him. At first.

He loved her too, but in his own way.

The day she died, he
forced all his mistresses

to wear mourning for a year.

Half the city was in black.

- What was your mother like?

- Unhappy.

People think I look like her.

- Que carino...

- Good evening, Mr. Barrés.

- You look in good shape.

- Yes, doing fine.

- So, is she here?

- Yes, inside.

- Good evening, Mr. Barrés.

- Thank you, sir.
- Good evening, Mr. Barrés.

- Here.

- Good evening. Thank you, sir.

- Good evening.

- So, what the hell
are you doing here, Corrigan?

- Ah, Madam Ambassador...

You're really like a
blowfly, my brother.

You buzz wherever the carrion is.

- How are you? Good morning.

Huh?

First that guy in your office, the lawyer,

then the Swede, your buddy,

you were even at his
funeral, everyone saw you.

But where are you running to,

now, Corrigan?

- Wait, wait.

- Dad, this is Carla
Morelli. Carla, my father.

- Oh yes, Baba Killer,

the king of hash.

- Good evening.
- Very happy to meet you, miss.

- Even dead, he gives me the creeps.

- Max, my friend. And Antoinette.
- Good evening.

- What happened to you?

- Come on, answer me.

- Quite a crowd tonight, eh?

Answer your brother.

- They came for you.
- No, for you, Dad.

Right, Karim?

As soon as you go out, the city follows.
You should come more often.

Because he's a brother
to us all, our "leetle" brother.

- What do you want, I'm getting old.

A P.I., he's part of the family.

And family is good, right, Corrigan?

Go on, take care of your guests
and see about the champagne. You... Good.

Alright, I'm listening, what were you doing up there?

- I had a dizzy spell.
- I ate too much, I think.

- I'm on it.

- Karim, the handcuffs.

- Oh no...
- Oh yes.

I'm sure you still have
plenty of things to tell me.

- Good evening.

- Welcome.

Come on, let's go, in the car.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Sébastien, please.

- Have a good trip, Mr. Corrigan.

- You remind me of someone.

- One of your mistresses?
- No, those I forget.

So, you're screwing my son?

- If I happen to be screwing him,
as you say, he

never ships me off.

- Before he met you, Roland
was seeing a woman older than you,

smarter than him,

and almost as rich as me.

- All over town, they're
saying I don't like you.

- I knew you would be unpleasant,

It's not you spreading
that rumor, is it?

but I didn't think you
would be this quickly.

That would hurt my feelings.

- Got a light?
- Yeah.

- Ah, the privilege of power...

Now that it's just us,

If you're with him for money,
he'll only be rich after I die.

you can tell me what the hell you
were doing in front of the Arab's place.

If you got knocked out, it's
because you saw something.

- We will wait.
- The privilege of youth.

- There was a flash, a big black
hole, and I remember nothing.

- I like women without scruples.

I don't even know who
you are. Remind me of your name.

- Listen, Corrigan, don't
play with my nerves,

I'm fragile.

- I took a hit to the head,

water in the face, and
you take me for a walk.

- Myrrah?

Hurry up, darling,
go up. You're on.

That's a lot for a guy who needs

- I should have married you.

his eight hours of sleep.

- Don't get angry.

For me, four hours a night is enough.

But first, I have to visit
the whores, otherwise I sleep badly.

- Well, you reassure me, then.

Because the walk
in the mountains, the moonlight,

the tête-à-tête... Suddenly, I
remembered why they say

about you: "Look, there's
that bastard Gomez."

- You will see, a great singer.

No, no, no, not that one.

Sing me something
I like. "Blue Moon."

Come on, pretty girl.

It's my favorite song.

- They told you about the bastard,
but not the poet, huh?

Look how beautiful it is, it shines.

- That's enough, take this off me.

- Blue Moon.

You saw me standing alone.

Without a dream in my heart.

Without a love of my own.

- "Bastard..."

- Make sure you measure up,
or else I might just try.

- He jokes like that,
but he really is capable of it.

- Just give him some air, you're smothering him.

- Give me a chair.

- Are you okay?

- He's yours.

- Stop it, Dad.

- I know, I am rude, my
manners are terrible.

But if you turn him down, I'll be disappointed.

If I had to give him back to Antoinette,
I wouldn't forgive him.

- Truth be told, I'm glad.

To you, he... he will suit
you much better than me.

- Hey...

- Top, top, top, top. Tangier? Tangier?

Come on, I'll give you time
to get used to it, okay?

What's your name?

What?

- Youssef.

- Thank you, sir.

Tangier, "La Dépêche!"

Tangier, "La Dépêche!"
Tangier, "La Dépêche!"

- Thanks.

Ah...

May God keep you.

Why did you invite that guy for me?

- Had to, William. Independence,
is like an apple seed.

You've got to aim for the trash can,
or else it catches fire.

No, go take a shower
with this cheap sparkling wine.

- Bring me a good champagne.

Come on.

Here, try to find the right one.

- And watch out for the seeds, eh?

He doesn't change, that Sébastien.
I like him, it's true.

- Did you arrest yourself?
What are you accusing yourself of?

- It was a joke. It's this one.

- Excuse me.

- I'm taking a big risk.

It's definitely not legal.

Excuse me.

- The last time I saw
you, I had a sort of shock

and I passed out.

What do you think caused that?

- What an ass she has...

- Love at first sight.

You'll laugh, but I think
you smell like goat.

- Well, that's pleasant.

It's a mistake to hit me on the head.

It makes me smart.

It makes me ask questions.

For example,

why do you call yourself Morelli,

when your name is Marchetti?

- Here.

It's a pretty name, Marchetti. Right?

Looking for something, Miss Carla?

Why say you've
never been to Tangier,

- Claudia. Claudia Marchetti.

when you were born here?

Belcourt Clinic, March 12, '39.

A Pisces. That could have
matched my Aries rising,

but go figure,
you're also dead.

- That look...

July 12, '47. My condolences.

I thought so.

Your father had the same one.

- Roland's father paid you for
a background check, didn't he?

I thought the breed was extinct.

Everything he wants to know is here.

- You were wrong.

Including my baptism date.

- Please God.

- In exchange for what?
- A fat check.

That's enough to pay for your
trip to America, isn't it?

I'm going to marry Roland Barrés.

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Is that so?

Thank you. I still have
goosebumps.

You want to fall
into line, is that it?

Don't you?

By marrying the son, you become
the property of the father, Barrés.

- YES.

- You okay?
- Thank you.

- You don't seem pleased.

Didn't you like it?

- YES.

- Oh, okay...

A little nostalgia does you
good, right? "The good old times".

I remember my
first time on this stage.

I was so moved...

No, I was very
happy to please people

tonight. Especially
Mr. William Barrés.

And now, I want to please
myself.

I'm going to sing you
a very beautiful song...

Oh my God!

- He's dead.
- He's dead.

- Where are you going like that?
- Let me pass.

- What's happening up there?
- Mr. Sébastien, he is dead.

So me, I'm out of here.

- What is this?
- It's my sister's.

- I'll return it to her. Go on, get out.

- They've all left,

- we didn't even search them.
- Nobody gets searched in my place.

- As you wish.

- Call Gomez, tell him to come quick.

We will take you home.

- Roland, my bag.

My bag. My bag was here, on the table.

- Listen, this isn't the time.
- Your bag, we'll find it.

Take her home, I tell you.

- Always in our way,
this one. Well?

- The forensics are here. They were
waiting for you to remove the body.

- Where is your father?
- Inside.

- He's inside while
everyone is leaving.

- Go get my car.
- And my investigation, then? Shit!

- We'll find your bag for you.

I'm sorry for this evening.

- Max, it's awful.

- Who had it out
for Sébastien, huh?

- Listen, Gomez, you know why I
put up with your cop smell,

your way of chewing,
your fat ties,

and the sweat rings
your ass leaves on my chairs?

Because you're an imbecile.
But don't get overzealous.

He's the one who was killed,
but I'm the target.

So before sunrise,
I want the culprit.

I won't move from here.

- Count on me, Mr. Barrés.

Karim, deal with them!

And all of you there, get behind the bar!

Come on, faster than that, goddammit!

You, the flower girl, I have
questions for you.

Come on, come here, beautiful.

- I haven't done anything.
- Come over here.

- You know, Max,

if you wanted to leave the
country, I would understand.

- You should leave too.

- No, my roots are here.

- Your roots...

When the end of the world
is a few hours away by plane

and the world you find there

looks more and more like the one
you left behind,

what are your roots?

- My roots, they are
in the streets of this city,

where my father was killed.

My roots, you saw them
lying there, on the dance floor.

My roots, Max...

My roots, they are my own carrion.

- William,

do you ever think about death?

- When I think about it, I go to the brothel.

- Did you see anyone
come out of the cellar?

- No.
- How long have you been here?

- Six months.
- No, today.

- Eight hours.
- Thank you, pretty girl. Hotel Luxus.

Her brother is in on it.
Take care of her, I'm going.

- He's not a murderer!
- Leave me alone.

- Shh!
- Leave me alone.

- Are you coming, darling?

- Want me to give you a discount?

- Sébastien, it's you who killed him.

- I never killed anyone.
- Why did you kill him?

- It wasn't me.

- You ran like a
rabbit. Everyone saw you.

- I didn't run away,
I just left.

- So you killed him and you left
with your hands in your pockets?

- I don't want any trouble,
I'm telling you the truth.

- Well, you failed.

Why did you take off?

- The money, drugs, they cost a lot.
- So you killed him to rob him.

- No, I just stole a bag.
- What bag?

- A woman's
bag, it had a bracelet in it.

- And where is it, this bag?

- You won't
believe me... Someone stole it from me.

- Are you fucking with me? You
stole a bag and someone stole it from you?

Do you take me for an idiot?

- I swear on my honor, it's the tall
one who always makes people laugh, Corrigan.

- Corrigan?

- Yes, Corrigan.

- Corrigan... Oh, well now...

So Corrigan killed Sébastien
so you could steal the bag?

- Commissioner, can I
tell you something?

If I stole the bag, it was
just for the bracelet, that's all.

- To pass it on to Corrigan.

- No, on my honor, he took it from me.

- And Sébastien in all this?
- I don't know, I saw nothing!

- It was Corrigan, right?
- I don't know!

- "Blue Moon," my favorite song.

You see, I may look like a brute,
but that doesn't stop me

from loving animals and
music. Especially jazz.

I love jazz.

- Deep down, you're a romantic.

So, gorgeous, this bracelet
we found in your dressing room,

it didn't just fall from the sky?

Come on, drink. Come on, drink...

There. Why did he kill him?

- Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?

Corrigan, a killer? That's totally insane!

It wasn't him, I'm
telling you, it wasn't him!

- He was your lover before, right?
- So what?

You know very well how many
lovers I've had, don't you?

Line them up end to end, and the
last one ends up in Lapland.

If he had to kill them all,
imagine the workload!

- He was jealous, the idiot.

- Jealous of what?

Of this?

Typical cop ideas.

Yeah...

- And is this a cop idea?

If it is a cop idea, I find it
particularly brilliant.

- Max?

Take the bracelet back to Carla.

And add a dozen
roses from me.

- Where is he, that bastard? Huh?

- I don't know! Leave me alone, I tell you!

Move over, idiot, I'm going to bed!

- Come on, Myrrha, that's enough. We
need to talk, the two of us.

- It's going to catch fast,
you won't see death coming.

- I don't know anything.
- Nothing at all. What are you doing?

- First, the heat
from the bulb ignites the stocking, OK?

- It's an old trick.

- Then, the burning stocking
makes the bulb burst

and acts as a torch falling
into this pile of flammable items.

It takes between a minute and a half
and two minutes. What do you think?

- It was a very long time ago,
I don't remember.

There was Torres, the Swede,

there was Baba Killer...

- And Sébastien?

- How do you know?

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

- Who else?
- No one, I swear. Turn it off!

La, la, la, I wasn't there. No!

- Who else?

- Mr. Barrés.

- Why all this?

Go on, tell me, you've said too much.

Or not enough, go on.

- Untie me.

- No, tell me first.

- Untie me.

Stop, I'll tell you.

It's because, after the war,

the Americans wanted to set up
a naval base in the region.

Marchetti found out and started
buying up all the land around it.

The rocks, the stones,
the camel dirt, everything.

Very expensive. Too expensive.

Barrés found it fishy.
He smelled a good deal...

- And he killed him?

- Yes, with all the family and friends.

And at the last minute,

the base was built
right across, in Spain.

- Were there any survivors?

- La, la, la, la, la...

None.

- Gomez, if you had known her
like I did, in her early days...

- William, please, let me go.
- You know where I dragged you from?

I'm the one who put you on your feet,
so try to stay there. Sing.

- I can't take it anymore.

I'd like to sleep.

- Gomez, give her a drink.

- Come on, drink.

- No!
- Yes, to Sébastien's memory.

- What do you mean, no? You can
at least do something for him.

You don't want to sing,

you don't want to drink, you don't
want to say where Corrigan is,

I'm going to end up thinking
you didn't like Sébastien.

- If I sing,

will you let me sleep afterward?

- Of course, we all need rest.

- Blue Moon.

He saw me standing alone.

Without a dream in my heart.

Without a love of my own.

- That's good.

- Blue Moon.

You knew just what I was there for.

You heard me saying...

I'm begging you, William. I'm begging you...

- Mr. Barrés? Mr. Barrés?

Mr. Barrés...

(Corrigan came to the house.)

(He threatened to burn
me alive, so I told him everything.)

(Marchetti, the American base, everything.)

- The only one my arms...
- There, exactly.

- I heard somebody...

- Who's next on the list?
There's still room.

And this one, I'm saving for you.

Air-conditioned,

top shelf, is that okay with you?

Is this where you see your future?

You want to get
revenge, it's going to kill you.

I have no desire to
see you in there.

I'll have you know I could be at
Barrés's, pocketing my cash.

What the hell am I doing here?

- Sister Marguerite, please.

- Yes, doctor?

- Do you want me to tell
you who your father was?

He was a criminal in the
same vein as Barrés,

cut from the same cloth as coffins.

His death is natural in that world,

so don't get involved, 15 years later.

Do you even
realize? 15 years.

- You can't understand.

My father's blood flows in my veins

and no one can change that.

When you're a criminal at
20, you stop growing,

you're never anything else.

I killed and my hand didn't even shake.

- Where did you find this?

- It was brought back to me this morning, why?

- Good, 450.

The boats were going to leave empty.

We smuggle you on board,
you go back home...

It's smuggling like any other.

No more than 40 people on the boat

and minimum luggage.

- Onboard security respected.
- Marcus?

Marcus?

Marcus?

Where is Myrrha?

- Poor thing, I just found out...

- Where is she?

- At Saint Vincent de Paul hospital.

Room 32, first
floor, down the hall on the left.

- In a chorus of seagulls,

the boat pulls alongside the dock.

Women rise on their tiptoes.

Men crowd toward the gangway.

And you appear, in the bright light.

A cheer goes up.

- Corrigan, I'm arresting you for the
murder of Sébastien Strazu.

Yeah, my poor old friend, it sucks.

But you've got to admit, you've
done your fair share of dumb things.

So now, you have to pay.

Come on, let's go.

Get in. Corrigan, goddammit!

Come back when I'm talking to you!

Corrigan!

Don't make me shoot you!

Corrigan!

Corrigan!

He's getting away!

Shit!

Come on!

You bastard...

- I woke up, I was
cold. And then I saw them.

At first, I thought it was the fever,

then among those people, I
saw the rabbi who was at Marcus's.

Smuggling like
any other, he had said...

- It's going to be okay, don't worry.

- Rest and prayers,
that's all there is to do.

- Amen.

- So it's decided, you're closing?

- Yes.

I'm not cut out for this.

And I'd rather stop before
I end up looking like my father.

All I want
is to marry you, Carla.

- But what will your
father say? Will he agree?

- I don't care what my father thinks.

Starting today, I don't want
to answer to him anymore.

Here.

These are the keys to the villa.
You see, I'm cured.

I'm no longer afraid of ghosts.

- Thank you.

- Come in, Carla.

So, what do you
think of my new color?

Do you think it's too dark?

These old ladies' treatments
must surprise you, eh?

- What surprises me is your frankness.

Usually, people do these
things in secret, don't they?

- I don't hide anything anymore, not
even my little miseries.

I've cheated for so long...

Max and I often
wondered who'd leave first.

The bankers, the whores
or the developers?

Well, you see?
They're all leaving together.

- Roland wants to marry me.

What do you think about it?

- What I think... I'm a little disappointed.

Is that why you wanted to see me?

You're too good for him.

- Do you really think so?

- It's what you think
that interests me.

- "Roland, the last time
we saw each other,

"you told me you wanted
to change, change your life.

"I do not believe,
unfortunately, that it's possible.

"One always remains their father's son.

"How could it be otherwise?

"You asked me to marry you,"

"you wanted an answer right away."

"I cannot give it to you,
I am not sure of myself."

"So, patience. With
love. Carla."

- Shh...

- I need to talk to you.

- Sit down.

- I need to talk to you!

(- He really has
problems with his son.)

- What's with this scene?

- Carla left.
- Very well, and so?

- You acted like a savage.
- You won't treat her like a whore.

And don't imagine you'll get her
in your bed just by snapping your fingers.

- Now, stop.
- What are you afraid of?

Of these old men? Look at them.

Look at them, they
look like you. You've gotten old.

You've aged like them while
the world turned around you.

It's your pride that
is going to make us lose everything.

- Make us lose everything?
Us? Who is "us"?

You have nothing to lose, you're a nobody.

Your diploma with honors,
I'm the one who bought it.

I arranged for him to lose his virginity.

He'd still be wondering
what his balls are for.

And your married woman who
loved you so much, I paid her for that.

I even paid her husband
so he wouldn't smash your face in.

And your business that you bore me with...
Your modern bullshit business!

Do you know how much it cost me,
your smuggling operation?

Without me, the savage, you'd be in jail.

In jail, instead of insulting your father.

- I wish you were dead.

- Get out.

He's young. Come on, come on...

- Barrés, this is no longer
your business, let it go.

- Stay quiet.

- Let the sharks
eat each other, suits me fine.

- Your wound will open up.

- But Myrrha, don't
count on me to forget it.

- Are you sure you saw him?
It's him?

- Yes, saw him as clear as I see you.
He's in the Jewish quarter.

- Goddammit, Karim. You go back out,
you close the door,

you knock, and you wait
for me to say "come in".

Do it!

- Where exactly?
- Jewish quarter, 7 Lizard St.

- Go fuck yourself, Karim.

- "By the will of His Majesty,

"Inspector Karim Hussein

"is appointed Chief Commissioner
of Tangier.

"All foreign police officers
still on duty

"must submit to his authority."

- That's native mumbo jumbo.

- You are my witness.

Insulting a police officer
of His Majesty.

Take him away.

- Shit...

- Commissioner, my bonus?
- There's no more commissioner.

You'll miss me, you bastards!

Gomez, those were the good old days.
Goddamn it!

Shit!

- I'd like to speak to Mr. Barrés.

Yes, I'm listening.

Hello? Hello?

Yes, Mr. Barrés? Yes, it's Carla.

Listen, I'm very upset.

I don't know what to do anymore.
I really need to see you.

Listen, I assure you
it's very important.

- Whenever you like.
- Tomorrow?

- Understood. Where?
- Villa Marchetti, do you know it?

- I know it very well, yes.

Very well, see you tomorrow, Carla.

I expressly forbade anyone
from setting foot in that house again.

- Roland asked for the keys.
- And you gave them to him?

- He's your son, isn't he?

- What do you think about this?

- Nothing good.
If I were you, I wouldn't go.

- That's the answer I was expecting.

- What do you expect to find there?

- My youth, Max.

My youth...

What was the little girl's name again?

Claudia? Carla?

- Who are you talking about?
- Marchetti's daughter.

How old would she be today?
22, 23?

- I don't remember.

- Claudia, that was it.

You told me "leave it"
and ran after her.

You ran down the slope to the sea.
She had what?

A 50-meter head start?
She couldn't escape you.

Max, we couldn't afford
to leave a witness.

Especially since she saw me, the kid.

With her big round eyes.

She must have thought it was a game.

A boys' game.

She waited without moving.

She was waiting for the dead to rise.

And even in the dark,
when she was scared,

when you were running after her,
she must have thought it was a game.

Tell me,

she must have burst out laughing,
right, when you caught her?

Well, tell me.

- Stop, that's enough.

- Get ready to leave, Max.
I don't need you anymore.

I don't want you to be here

when I have to do
what you didn't do.

Get out.

- Good luck, David.

- Come on, we have to go now.

- For years, I lived beside them

without really knowing them.

They could have let me die,
but they didn't.

And just like they picked up Claudia,
they picked me up.

I barely have time to thank them,
and they're already leaving

for a land waiting for them,
their own America.

- Claudia?

Claudia?

Claudia?

- 12 francs. Thank you.

- I've slept with almost all
of my son's mistresses.

But you're the most beautiful of them all.

I guess you'll be the most expensive,
but oh well...

Beauty and youth are priceless.

- What makes you think
I'm for sale?

- Don't tell me we're going to
have a romance.

- For a long time, I dreamed of a man

who would take me by the hand

and bring me back to a house like this.

- Give me your hand, if you wish.

- Too late, I grew up.
There is no man above me anymore.

- Stop dreaming, your father was
no better than me.

I killed him here, because I had to.

I, too, have a taste for symbols,

Claudia...

Claudia Marchetti.

- You knew, and you came anyway.

- I've never said no to a pretty woman.

Shoot, what are you waiting for?

The fear deep in my eyes?

Don't count on it.

I'm resigned.

Shoot. Don't do what I did 15 years ago.

I could have shot.

I should have killed you.

I'm just an old beached whale.

No one can put me back in the water now.

Go on, shoot.

I'm the one asking you to.

The whale still impresses.

Shoot!

- Stop!

- Blue Moon.

You knew just what I was there for.

- To think I believed her lies...

One trick in this business is not to
mix work with sex.

You always end up with neither.

You also have to beware of a chick
with a gun,

even if she has pretty eyes.

Might as well sleep with the gun,
it's less dangerous,

and at least you don't get attached.

I always dreamed of leaving here
without really believing it.

Today, it has to be done.
And done alone.

In America, even the boats
have rhythm, they say.

The sirens think they're
tenor saxophones,

the boilers act like bass drums

and Myrrah will sing no more.

Thank you.

- Here.

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