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21st of this year, three estate, 36 miles from Paris.

The women had all been shot.

The man was strangled.

I was assigned to the case.

My name is Jean-Pierre Lebrun, superintendent of detectives.

Willie Schubert.

He spent nine years in prison for beating a 15-year-old boy with a bicycle

chain. The boy was blinded.

Come outside.

The commander's waiting for you.

I'm coming.

Right away.

I'm beginning to miss you, Willy.

Gentlemen, the reason for this meeting is very simple.

I am going to take over this organization and you are going to help

me. I have found it necessary to find a new bodyguard, Angèle.

Over the past few years, this organization has grown top-heavy and the

profits have shrunk.

due to the mismanagement of the fat man.

That situation will be corrected.

Also, I am certain there is a police informer among us who must be found and

destroyed. I have picked Willie and Pretty Boy for this work.

Come here, Pretty Boy.

Louis, Pretty Boy Lafarge.

He spent 14 years in Sante prison for beating a young woman senseless and then

cutting off both her arms at the elbows.

This is a list of the entire organization.

With the few exceptions, they must all be eliminated.

The fat man may still be useful.

So for the present, he will not be touched.

The work will start immediately.

Jules had waited a long time for this opportunity.

And now he was going to destroy everyone who was no longer useful to him.

The massacre had begun.

Wait here. I won't be long.

Where's Jules?

How's our little friend?

Fine. Who's next, boss?

Zucker. But you better bring him here.

It wasn't me. It was that girl, Florence.

Shut up, swine.

Here.

Let's have his glasses.

We mustn't let him get his glasses all muddy.

Listen to me, pretty boy.

Listen, please.

It wasn't me.

I'm just the bookkeeper.

He must have been fluent.

She needed a fix.

But he wasn't me.

Please, listen to me.

Listen to me!

Mama, this is all wrong.

You've made a terrible mistake.

All right, let's go have a drink.

I'll tame this one yet.

What do you do for kicks?

Come on.

Let's go.

So he said it was Florence, huh?

Well, you take care of her, pretty boy. She's your girlfriend.

Okay. Ciao.

Hey! The little swine is gone!

No!

You hadn't done that.

Florence Lemaitre, known addict and police character.

She was kept in virtual slavery by Pretty Boy because he provided her with

the narcotics she needed so badly.

She was suffering all the terrifying symptoms of withdrawal.

Dry mouth, throbbing head, nausea.

Because of her association with Pretty Boy and the other members of the

organization, her apartment was kept under constant surveillance.

And that proved to be our first break.

They say maybe you talk too much.

That for a fix you'll spill your guts.

Now, show Billy Boy you're sorry.

Now, witch, let's see you go to the police with a hole in your throat.

All right, now follow pretty boy in the car while you take a look in that

junkie's apartment.

That's right. He's just now going up to her apartment.

Madeleine Tessier, confidante of Pretty Boy and messenger for the organization.

She had a record of narcotics addiction and petty theft. She was also the police

informer that Jules had so desperately tried to find.

Pretty Boy's own addiction had led him all the way from petty thievery to

murder. And now, he would do anything.

While under the influence of the drug the addicts pleasure comes largely from

the secret workings of his own mind rather than more obvious stimulation

Hello. No, he's still up in her apartment.

Okay, yes. We'll see what he does next.

We'll make the exchange in the boat saloon at 10 o'clock.

See that you're on time.

Tonight at 10.

I see. Tonight at 10 in the ship's bar.

Yes, I'll see to it.

Oui, bon.

And thank you.

Wilson, Jean.

Sleep well, mon amour. What time should I wake you up?

I have to be at the office by noon.

And how's my sweetheart tonight?

Oh, all right.

Right away.

The police knew that Jules and his people were getting narcotics outside

the country and selling it in France.

We even knew all their names.

We hoped that we could actually catch Pretty Boy transferring the stuff.

My job was to observe from the inside and call in the others at the right

time.

Hellfire! Damnation! Hellfire!

Hellfire! Repent! Repent!

Damnation! Damnation!

This was the showboat, harboring place for every conceivable type of human

driftwood.

Perverts and pimps, prostitutes, addicts and murderers.

It was a perfect cover for the organization's operations.

The police hoped that we would find the link here that would lead us to the

leaders of the organization, especially the fat men, or the Greek, as he was

sometimes called, about whom we knew very little.

There was one danger here.

I was very likely to run into some, shall we say, old friends.

Bonsoir, Willie.

Is everything all right?

We'll see.

Except there is someone in there that I don't know about.

Maybe you'd better look them over.

Okay.

Shotguns?

um um

Thank you.

Excuse me ladies.

Shantabh, avoid.

Guys, over there, at the front stairs.

Any action?

Good evening, Commissioner.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Why don't you step on board and have a drink?

No, thanks. Just a routine look around.

Willie knew something was about to happen, but he treated the commissioner

like a rich uncle.

The rats were beginning to stir.

They could smell the trap.

Then Pretty Boy showed up right on the dot.

Damnation! Hellfire!

Revenge!

The time had come to make our move.

All right, here we go.

Thank you.

Aristide Miarchos.

He'd been confined to a wheelchair two years before when a young woman upon

whom he was showering his attentions attempted to run him down with an

automobile.

The raid on the boat and the death of Willie threw a scare into Commander

Jules and his men.

The first thing they did was to call Miarchos, who was the moneybags of the

organization.

The fat man knew that if we caught up with pretty boy, he would sing like a

bird. So he decided to do what any criminal in his position should do.

Get out of town.

He carried an open plane ticket that allowed him to board any plane at any

time. It was designed for just such an emergency.

But first, a little diversion to soothe his jangled nerves.

Meanwhile, the pursuit of Pretty Boy went on.

French interrogation methods are designed to extract the maximum amount

of information in the minimum amount of time.

We had a fairly good case against Pretty Boy.

He'd been followed to the murdered girl's apartment.

And shortly after he left that apartment, the girl's body had been

discovered by the police.

I told him that by cooperating with us and by telling us what he knew, we might

be able to help him with his murder rap.

He wasn't very impressed.

Then I carefully explained to him that if he didn't cooperate, we would

cheerfully beat him half to death.

In the meantime, the Greek was having troubles of his own.

He couldn't get a plane out.

Then Jules called that he was coming over.

That could only mean trouble.

Hey.

I'll finish your lunches, gentlemen.

We're going to headquarters here.

Oscar, would you come in here, please?

Now, Oscar, you must be careful.

The police are not brutes and we're not boors.

Now, when you pick him up, be careful and don't break anything off.

And no concussions or dislocations.

Oh, of course not.

I'll just give him some air.

Pretty boy after a careful consideration decided that he would cooperate

Pretty Boy's confession led us right to the Greek.

The organization had been trading in narcotics for years, but instead of

paying money for it, they supplied girls.

Only Miarchos had the list of people who supplied the girls.

Jules knew that Miarchos might leave the country at any time taking the list with

him, and that would leave him stuck for payment on the last shipment.

Jules wanted that list.

Nice.

Angèle died as she had lived, violently.

When I reported back to the commissioner, he told me that he

suspected Jules was about to leave town.

If that happened, I was to be assigned to more undercover work.

We needed to know the contacts on the other end.

He said that he would keep me informed of all developments.

I'll be with you in just a moment.

Should I look after her?

No, thanks, Oscar. I won't be needing you anymore tonight.

Ah, my little flower.

Come along now. I'm all through here.

Oh Oscar, you're so gentle.

It looked as if I were to be responsible for the little Japanese girl, whether I

liked it or not.

Uh-oh.

Well, fortunately, my wife was a patient woman.

Bonsoir, darling.

Hello. I thought we were going to have dinner together tonight.

Hello.

For you.

Hello? Commissioner.

Yes, sir.

The police had learned that Jules was leaving that night, taking his ship to

Marseille. It was important that someone be on that boat with him to find out

where he got the girls and where they were to be taken.

I was to make all necessary preparations to leave for Marseille that night and to

be prepared to stay away for several days.

I was also to report to my office for a briefing session.

Tonight? Right away, sir.

Jean-Pierre, I'm sick and tired of this. This is the third night, no, the fifth

night I've waited for you. And for what? For nothing, that's what. I tell you,

Jean-Pierre, I'm fed up.

Go to bed, sweetheart.

Go to bed and have sweet dreams.

Watch out, Jean-Pierre. I need a man who will spend more time at home.

Remember, Commissioner DeRoy will give you anything you ask for.

He loves to act. Terribly important.

He sticks his nose in everything.

I'll handle him gently.

Marseille.

Stinking of fish and diesel fuel.

Its sprawling waterfront awash with every kind of vice.

Its bars and back alleys a reservoir of corruption.

An ancient city whose ships had carried oil and grain for the Phoenicians, wine

and sugar for the Caesars.

The commissioner had certainly been right about Deloy.

He was an officious ass.

He told me everything the Marseilles police knew about Commander Jules.

Then he described a plan that they had concocted to get me aboard the ship.

They were going to stage a bogus fight with a man named...

This won't take very long. You'd better stay in the neighborhood.

Jules was in a tight spot.

He had to pay off for the narcotics within two days, and in order to do it,

he had to have 20 girls.

He was willing to pay well for them, but he had to have them right away.

He gave his suppliers $5,000 with a promise of another $15,000 when the

girls were delivered.

They assured him that they could do it.

Jules promised to make his ship available to them that night so that

they could lure the girls aboard under the pretense of giving a costume party.

Then they would be drugged and kidnapped.

It all sounded very easy.

The fight was a rousing success.

At the cost of a couple of bruised knuckles, Sylvan was now a friend for

life.

Over a drink, I was going to try to get the rest of what I wanted.

What do you do?

I sail.

What boat?

I'm not employed temporarily.

On leave?

Well, a little trouble.

Looking for work?

That's right.

I want you to come meet my boss.

He might use you.

Sylvain took me to Commander Jules.

He told him what a great fighter I was, that I was loyal, discreet, that he'd

known me all his life.

And Jules swallowed it whole.

So far, so good. Meanwhile, the girls were being rounded up.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Emil.

What kind of party? When?

Please! Of course I'll bring some girlfriends.

How many?

As many as you want to.

Stop it, you pig!

All right, Emil.

I'll be there tonight at 8.

Oh, excuse me, just a moment.

Gilbert?

Why are you always so impatient?

I've got to get back to the office.

Hey. Hello.

Oh, you're off. Monique.

Stop that.

Monique. Monique, what are you doing?

Hello, how about it?

Come on, Monique.

While the girls were enjoying themselves, the ship was moving out of

the harbor, bound for an unknown destination.

Everything looks right so far.

Yes, we should clear the breakwater in an hour.

Let's see what's going on.

Jules was the most congenial of hosts.

While the men were preparing the special drinks, he entertained the girls with...

Stories of his exploits as a submarine commander with the Free French during

the war.

He could lie beautifully.

It didn't take long for the drug to do its work.

The girls were out of the way until the following morning at least.

Take a look at the girls.

That drug should be wearing off soon. Right.

There.

Now, if I told Jules where I found her, you'd be in trouble, big trouble.

You get back to work and leave those girls alone, or I will tell him.

When they all revived, Jewel had the men locked below decks and he had one of the

girls punished as a warning to the others.

That night I helped one of the girls to escape.

The coast was not very far away, and I hoped that she might be able to alert

the police if I was unable to do so.

Starboard, 10 points.

Starboard, 10 points.

Commander, two girls are gone and three men have escaped.

Damn. Someone let them out.

We'll see.

If the sharks don't get them, you can look for them on the beaches and then

you can take care of them.

Leave it to me. Bon.

Since five people had escaped from the ship, Jules decided that it was too

risky to head for their original destination.

I knew that we had sailed southeast from Marseille and that we were somewhere off

the Italian coast.

I radioed the Italian authorities and told them the approximate area.

Meanwhile, Jules and his first mate couldn't agree on a good spot to land.

The first mate was afraid of running aground, but Jules was willing to take

the risk.

He knew that he had to get ashore immediately.

He ordered the mate to get everyone in the boats.

After we'd landed, I had an argument with Sylvain.

He thought it was necessary to kill the girls to protect ourselves.

I was trying to talk him out of it when we spotted the three men who'd escaped

from the boat.

Now is the time to square accounts with Sylvan.

Things were getting under control, but Jules was still free.

I called ahead to warn the police.

So it was finished.

With the death of Jules, one of the most notorious narcotics and assassination

rings in Europe had been wiped out completely.

I was ready for a long rest.

While I was away, the little Japanese girl had been making herself useful.

She was instructing my wife in the ancient art of keeping a man happy.

I didn't know what I was in for.

Finding out was delicious.