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THE NIGHT AFFAIR

Your new drummer is wild.

The uppers. I give him one an hour.

You'll kill him young.

No, at 30 like Mozart!

That's how you get famous.

The joint is jumping. Having fun?

Table 3. Mauricette got a cheap john.

I'll see to it.

Problem, sir?

- Meaning? - Too pricey.

- Scotch? - Guess again: Dutch.

Right, honey? Holland?

Dutch! I'll lop some off... a la Van Gogh!

10%, but get him out fast.

Understand what this means?

Negotiate before or you'll really get screwed.

- What did he say? - Long night ahead.

- What is it? - 10% off for table 3.

Marquis said so.

Miss Lucky Fridel, hats off.

Still with this monkey?

Get lost.

How wonderful... he's polite tonight.

What is it?

Evening, Mr. Simoni.

Be right back, okay?

Blasco, what about our deal?

- Later, later... - No, not later.

I'm sick of Blasco, sick of him!

Don't, Marquis. It's no.

Don't what?

Don't talk about us again.

Your chalet in St. Moritz, pure air, a new life.

In short... finish the night with me.

I'm saying it's no.

Go on.

Console yourself.

We'd be no fun.

And if it's no fun, why bother?

Who got 10% off?

Foreigner who complained.

- Who brought him in? - Mauricette.

Mauricette...

She can take them to a dive. No hicks here!

- Hello, Mr. Simoni. - Evening.

- How's Lucky? - As well as can be.

Can't say as much for myself.

Of course.

- Trouble? - Too strong a word.

But if you like tea...

...and the grocer's out, what do you do?

Wait till he gets delivered.

No.

- I change grocers.. - As you wish.

Really?

No, I'm kidding.

You're hotheaded, Blasco.

I'm expecting a call. Delivery tonight.

No more orders! I want to sing!

Cut it out!

- Let her sing! - Shut up, Bambou!

- What she want? - To sing.

- Really? - Yes!

She's wasted.

Want to sing? Sing.

But she's no good!

Go make yourself useful.

Ordering me, now?

From now on, I'll start giving orders.

All right.

Want to sing?

No, not any more.

How about dancing then?

Yes.

You don't look too great.

Not great at all.

Are you tired?

Call it what you will.

Top that.

Your turn now.

Let us men play.

Just get lost.

It's a public place.

It's a club. I let in and kick out who I want.

Pierre...

Get the boss.

Sir, you have a phone call.

Hold on, I'll close the door.

We'll play corks. Listen, Lucky... let's play.

I turn over one of the dice.

I check.

If it's odd, you shoot the cork.

Get it? Don't sleep!

If it's even, you don't.

Take your cork... Here we go!

With her you'll win each time.

Staying a while?

If I have reason to.

I'll be back shortly.

What then?

Your tea will be served.

Take me along.

Okay, but like this. There's not much time.

I'm going to see a show.

All right, Mr. Marquis.

Keep it.

Thank you, Mr. Blasco.

- I love her voice. - Just discovering this?

Albert Simoni, born in Nice, 14 Rue Lamartine,

...on June 10, 1916.

Acquired intel for the Abwehr, 1940 to 1944.

Linked to organized crime, mostly us a middleman.

No drug convictions.

Three pimping convictions in 1939.

Owns the cabaret L'Oeuf.

Until tonight.

Chaville?

Someone's settling scores.

How thrilling.

There's dignity in trivial tasks...

Call Vice and take care of it.

L'Oeuf...

...isn't it the lounge,

...that nightclub near Rue de Ponthieu?

Once the Canary, then the Flush after Joe Maria got whacked.

Simoni bought it. I thought gangsters were superstitious.

- Who's your man in the 8th? - Vallois.

Still big on grape juice?

That antique dealer iced by his sailor...

...didn't get arrested by the Vice Squad.

It was Vallois.

That "grape juice"...

...might do you good.

No one's questioning Vallois' skill.

Have him write up a report on L'Oeuf. No more.

See to the rest.

That will be all.

- What's it for? - Lulu's turning 20.

Lucky Lulu.

Will you join us for a drink?

- My best wishes. - Thank you, Mr. Janin.

Tomorrow at 5.

I'll try.

Rocard...

What is it?

Have Vallois give me a call.

You've known him 20 years. Call.

He's always rude to me on the phone.

Got a problem with phones?

No, not with phones...

Waste of time, Vallois. Same goes for Chaville.

We'll never know who iced Simoni. Chaville grilled me.

I showed him the weapon.

It's me who killed Simoni.

He didn't buy it.

This cruel loss doesn't seem to pain you.

No curiosity like Chaville.

- You don't even ask me why? - Money.

Now this joint belongs to you.

Bingo. I'm the big winner.

You may even win 20 to life.

Put it in writing. I'll haul you in.

Are you kidding?

You know it's not me!

I believe what I hear. I'm a cop, not a shrink.

So let's get serious.

I think I can help you.

- I'm doing it us a friend. - For sure...

Simoni had a mistress.

Not just a fling, a serious affair.

A half-mad German... both halves!

Maybe as a friend you can give me her name.

I'll even introduce you. There with Blasco.

Here 3 nights a week.

Simoni saw her us much but at his place.

I hear she's something. I never tried.

Not even as a friend?

Because of Simoni.

I didn't kill him for that!

Honestly, crimes of passion...

You're wrong. 80% of juries buy into that.

Lucky Fridel, Georges Vallois.

A friend who finds you interesting overall.

I'll leave you.

Work is pleasure. Excuse me.

Is what he said true?

Depends when. He talks nonstop.

You find me interesting overall?

And in particular?

I think I got it.

Alone. No plans for tonight.

But in fact...

I may look like a hooker but I'm not.

I may not look like a cop but I am.

A cop?

I never met a cop before.

What kind of stuff does a cop do?

Drinks, eats, sleeps, smokes.

What else?

Makes calls and leaves.

Post 212?

It's Vallois. Give me Chaville.

He already left?

Oh well, too bad.

No, no message.

And when the call is over,

...what does a cop do next?

Straight to bed.

Not stupid... not stupid at all.

- Coming dancing, Marquis? - Later.

Wanna dance, sweets?

Hold this. You should have said so.

Vallois... leaving already?

- Taking her in? - She's taking me in.

- Car's nearby. - Thank you, Mr. Vallois.

Are you free?

It's you? I was busy thinking.

I heard.

My adenoids. Where to?

I'd prefer to walk.

- In the rain? - I like rain. Come.

- Wait at the Washington. - Sure.

I like this time of night, don't you?

I can't sleep at night.

I couldn't, even as a child.

It comes from deep down.

What about the accent?

I'm German... Bavarian.

Been in Paris long?

Three years, Detective.

From Munich. Know it?

Good beer there.

I came to study French at university.

And ever since... I've stayed.

Why?

Perhaps a taste for excess,

...or extreme distaste for beer.

How do you get by?

I manage.

How about money?

- It can always be found. - Can it?

Look... look at the lights...

...dancing, twinkling...

Like walking on glitter.

It's like...

Like taking a foot bath. More than just "like".

You're no poet.

"It rains in my heart as it rains on the town."

Vallois,

...say you like ruin.

"That rain

"calm and happy

“on your happy face,

"on this happy town."

Wild...

Well, well...

A walk at night, a cheap hotel

...a dollop of poetry...

You call this managing?

I'm not asking for anything.

Thank you, sir.

What are you doing?

Save us from getting up.

Tell me.

How long were you his mistress?

Mistress?

Whose?

About a year.

So you know his friends.

We came here to discuss this?

Someone gets iced, we look for the killer.

Some people profit, others don't.

Are you for or against?

And this?

Are you for or against?

I mean my stockings.

How old are you?

Come.

I'll tell you everything.

Come.

I'm 23.

Brown eyes.

My face has an oval shape.

I'm no virgin, but my record is still clean.

You'll know the beginning by reading my passport...

...and the rest by taking me in your arms.

Simple, isn't it?

Do you know what you want?

Yes.

Actually I do.

You know...

...you're no piece of cake.

- Don't do that again. - Why not?

You'd strike?

Really? Would you?

I'd warned you.

Who's complaining?

As you say...

With you it's easy.

You never met his domes?

Simoni was a lady-killer.

Maybe in private.

He was a convicted pimp!

And so he kept it private.

Naughty little number.

Clientele loves it. It's brainy.

I'm not big on that number.

It evokes primal passion, the tropics...

It evokes a bordello... That got shut down!

Great job, my dear. That was perfect!

Excellent dancer!

Now I remember... A girl would come pick up Simoni.

She works the Champs Elysées. Named Gina.

Day crew or night?

Your tropics are growing on me.

I think I once saw her at midnight, in rue Washington.

Tell me...

...mentioning Simoni may seem odd,

...but did he teach you all this gymnastics?

Investigating again?

I have a report to turn in.

About me?

About Simoni's entourage, about you...

...about Marquis...

You're not nice with Marquis.

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

Thanks to him... It happened just like that.

Not just like that.

He told you I was Simoni's mistress.

That made up your mind.

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

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Let me see...

Now I understand.

I had an inkling in the phone booth...

...but now I know for sure.

That's why you slept with him. So he'd supply you!

With what?

Dope.

Mad little girl.

23 and an addict. Not ashamed?

Reason enough to haul you in.

After a week in jail you sure won't look pretty!

Imagine a week of withdrawal.

So you better start talking.

Did he supply you or not?

Two or three times.

Two or three? Where did he get it?

You won't answer?

You better tell me. Sooner or later. And everything.

Do you think...

...it has to do with his murder?

If you're not involved, his death is minor news.

A raid. Been a while.

Sugar.

Your colleagues no longer sleep.

Without practice, we wither.

Le Figaro, hot off the press!

Two espressos.

20 francs worth...

Sir, tell him I'm with you.

What a gift.

Giving me the run-around?

- She's with me. - You're taking her on?

No good for me.

Sorry, Vallois. Her too.

Your car is waiting...

- She with you? - Want her ID?

Herbal tea for everyone!

Friend of Vallois'?

Haul him in!

What you looking for?

A girl named Gina.

I need a word in private.

Michou will take you home. Where to?

The George V.

Surprised?

- Michou... - Boss?

- See the girl home. - Of course.

Goodbye.

Let's talk about Simoni.

- Your report... - Tomorrow.

I need to know things now.

So do I, in fact.

- Give me a beer. - You got it.

I'll come. Save you coming buck.

As you wish.

Nothing special about living at the George V.

Nothing at all.

So why check up on me?

Good evening, miss.

Goodnight.

Good evening, sir.

Does Lucky Fridel live here?

She just got in. Want to speak to her?

Since when is she here?

About 10 months. I can find the date.

- What's her room number? - 530, sir.

Your lead is a pleasure to follow. What now?

I'm going home.

Come here.

Shame on you, coming buck so lute.

Thank you...

Here's to you all.

Happy birthday.

Here's to you, sir.

Happy birthday.

Here's to you, sir.

How sweet of you. Happy 20th.

Will you excuse me?

Some information about Lucky Fridel...

Is that for me?

It was... But there's nothing in it.

All we want is a report on L'Oeuf.

What's to say?

Cabaret. Dancing. Expensive scotch.

You want a report or a brochure?

Going back?

No, I'm off tonight. I like my one night off a week.

Leaving already?

I need seeds for my lodger...

Get going.

By the way, any progress on the Simoni case?

Pretty slow.

Chaville mentioned a "Gina".

- Chaville is smart. - Very.

Well, well.

Quai des Orfévres.

What for?

- To see you. - Fine.

But I'm not alone.

A Quest?

Who is he?

Detective Vallois. Police.

He is no more a detective than me.

- One of your lovers? - Wrong!

No one here believes me! Neither of you!

Three's a crowd.

I'll come back.

But if you don't come to Munich,

...don't count on living off my money.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Think it over.

I've thought it over. No is no!

First the mean faces.

Now the blackmail.

I'm fed up!

What blackmail?

Fed up with your questions too!

One of your lovers?

He's my father.

Your father?

You don't believe me. No big deal.

Father is an industrialist.

Fridel Tool Company.

You can check.

He says I have to go home.

No allowance for 3 months...

...to make me cave in.

He can wait.

Admit that you mistook me for a whore.

Mind if I get dressed?

Sure, go ahead.

Can you see me in Munich?

My life there?

Compared to your life here...

Let's talk about this life of yours.

Oh yeah. It's been a while.

What can I say? It's my job.

Tell me once and for all who was supplying Simoni.

Darn.

Then let's talk about your father.

He knows of your life?

For him, Paris is hell. So the less he knows...

Your Paris isn't pretty.

You're all so stupid.

Only in Paris and America, of course,

...can singers get famous.

You sing too?

Almost every evening.

But not in public, in private.

You and Father don't buy it.

But I don't care.

Valentine Horse believes in me. The black dancer.

That belly dancer?

I forbid you to say that! You understand nothing.

Valentine is a great dancer.

She doesn't use her legs,

...but her heart and soul.

It's the rest we notice.

Know what you are?

Narrow-minded cop.

I'd have arrested Adam and Eve.

Straight and narrow.

You do it on purpose.

Tonight I'm singing at Valentine's.

12 Avenue Wagram.

Can you come?

I'm off tonight. At home in the suburbs.

Yes, I have a garden too.

Well, a garden... some grass and a cherry tree.

- Cherry tree? - So what?

- Do you garden? - Do you sing?

Yes? Who is it?

Blasco.

You're early, but that's fine. Come in.

As usual, you're not ready.

I'll get Peter and Frankie. See you there.

Have you met? Blasco, a friend, Detective Vallois.

Your face is familiar.

- Maybe at L'Oeuf. - Could be. I've gone.

Excuse me...

Blasco is a real friend.

I can see.

He takes Daddy's place.

Tell me, Lucky...

Do you sleep with him?

As little as possible.

Coming to Valentine's?

I already said no.

I'll pick this up tomorrow.

What is it?

Today's myosotis will be tomorrow's forget-me-not.

Do you have Sélection?

I'm a friend of Miss Fridel's.

You're the cop, I bet.

And you, the Negro.

I've already seen you at L'Oeuf.

You see me several times a week.

Put your coat in there.

Have you eaten?

Come this way.

You like chicken?

My last thigh.

Don't bother. It's all dirty.

Crazy Blasco smears it with caviar if you like.

And I start to regret the fete...

Is that Lucky singing?

Think it was Ella Fitzgerald?

When you come, I succumb...

A little scotch?

Give us a break!

All I see in the mirror...

Here we go again. Leave me alone...

I'm not your type.

The suns have all set

but I live,

don't forget, for the sound of your steps

that stop at my door

Put this record on.

You don't like it?

Well, I like how you sing.

- You mean it? - I sure do. I like your voice.

You got it.

I sing like a black woman.

I'm one of few Europeans who can.

Sounds nice.

Let's go to L'Oeuf. But change the record.

The record? She should change drugs.

Why not try opium? It's calming.

Should I toss him out?

Peter, come get my coat. I have to go.

Come on, kids...

Are you coming?

Want a drink?

I have one.

Take mine.

Vallois?

Tell me.

Still don't like the night?

You still don't like it?

Coming or should I leave the keys?

Get off!

Drop that.

I said drop it.

Leave him. Can't you see he's drunk?

I already lost a liter of blood!

Take him to a doctor.

I know an all-night drugstore.

- Where is it? - Not for.

We can take his car.

So long...

See you at L'Oeuf.

- We'll tend to Blasco. - Thanks, hon.

An accident?

Have a seat.

Hello, Thérése.

Detective Vallois... of the police.

Thérése Marken, a friend.

What do we do?

Thanks for remembering.

I can feel it bleeding.

Nasty wound. Fairly deep.

How did it happen?

I fell, ma'am.

On a bottle.

I think the bottle fell on him.

Listings.

Above my pay grade.

He needs stitches.

Don't send me to hospital.

- Or carry me. - Not me.

I'd go quickly.

Necker Hospital is the closest.

- How much? - Nothing.

Thanks. Now get moving.

Wait, I'll open the door.

Goodnight, Thérése. See you soon.

Known her for long?

The druggist.

Thérése?

A few months.

One night I got hit by a motorcycle.

I was taken to her pharmacy.

She treated me kindly and ever since...

...I pay her little visits.

Just like that. As a friend.

As a friend?

Like with Marquis. So many friends involved.

I can't let you go. I need to keep you. Name?

Are you crazy?

I can't spend the night!

Lucky, help... They want to keep me.

The chief surgeon will decide at 9.

You can't keep me by force.

By what right? What are you, an intern?

He has the right.

We'll leave you the car.

Leaving me?

Want me to tell you what you are? It's easy!

We have paperwork.

Friends!

I was minding my business when someone whacked me with a bottle.

What now?

I can still make the last train.

I remember. Your suburbs.

Piece of land. Thanks to the chlorophyll...

Remission of sins.

Go take your train, Vallois. Hurry!

You want to come that badly?

I want to bring you, so no use fighting.

Taxi!

Think we can find a café open?

If you want a café we'll find a café.

Let me lock up.

Another coffee.

With milk.

What can I get you?

- What'll it be? - A double Pernod-rum.

It's not complicated.

2 Pernods in a glass plus two shots of rum.

Make it two.

Why are you drinking?

To hear my secrets?

As you say, "to make me talk."

The house in the suburbs too?

Why talk nonsense?

What is it?

Nothing.

A little exhausted.

And I'm all dirty. I'll wash my hands, all right?

This must puck a mean punch.

We don't make them often.

We get more of a cappuccino crowd.

People who are early or missed their train.

Or traveling salesmen.

Less depressing than a hotel.

Especially with you here.

What a depressing café.

Two hours here will be a drag.

There's music.

- What'll it be? - 3 beers.

Draft?

Bottled dark ale.

Bottled too, but not dark.

You look a lot better.

Fatigue comes and goes. Not for you?

But washing my hands doesn't help.

It just goes to show.

We missed more than the train.

Why be mean?

Why poison yourself?

It keeps everything alive.

I have no talent and I know it.

I'll never be the singer I dream of being.

What did I come off as tonight?

A silly laughing stock!

But with "the poison", it all gets better.

Head full of music. Talent.

Talent, you understand?

I know I cheat. We all cheat, even you.

I asked why you were drinking.

You love me. The case means nothing!

A pretext to spend time with me.

It's very pleasant.

A suspect you can undress.

But as of now, there's no more Simoni investigation.

There's just you and me.

Just you. I'm out of here.

You're exhausting.

Your toilet tune-up...

...got your motor roaring.

All your questions and your jazz make my head burst.

Enough. I'm fed up.

You can continue all alone.

Shovel it up your nose,

...persuade yourself you're Negro singer!

I know what you really are.

Bonkers.

Vallois is heading home.

You'd lead him elsewhere. To an asylum.

Damn it.

God damn it.

130.

Is Mr. Vallois in?

Yes. Wait here.

You know Albert Simoni had a brother?

They worked as a family?

Edouard Simoni runs Laboratoires de France.

A senator, recipient of the Legion d'Honneur.

- He runs a drug company? - Yes, so?

So... morphine, cocaine...

Wealthy industrialists don't peddle morphine in clubs.

Even for his brother. They had fought.

We can check.

I want you to help me, not ruin me.

Edouard Simoni came from his district...

...to demand news of his brother's death.

They'd lost touch for years but brothers ore brothers.

Senator Simoni asked me very politely.

While implying he could go higher up.

Yes, but courteously.

I promised we would work fast.

Chaville awaits your report.

I wont it by tomorrow.

- If it's not done? - I'll finish it.

That's why I'm going to L'Oeuf tonight.

Meet me there at 11.

All right.

You're wrong.

I'm acting because you take too long.

I've nothing to gain.

You never know.

I said 11. See you there.

Mr. Vallois.

Why are you here?

I absolutely must see you, Detective.

Not here. Come this way.

What will you have?

Beer, please.

Louis, two beers.

So, what do you want to talk about?

Lucky.

She leads a dangerous life here.

Degrading.

She must come to Munich with me. And you,

...you can help.

Oh yeah? How?

She is a German national.

You can have her deported.

I know deportation can cost a lot.

Rest assured, I can pay.

Pay for what?

Call it... a helping hand.

Name your price, Mr. Vallois.

You're knocking at the wrong door.

Will I see you later?

I'll be there.

Please...

I beg of you. Take pity.

I'm very unhappy.

I'm desperate to get my girl buck.

I've cut her allowance by 75%.

I'll take it all away...

...if you cannot help me.

With no money for her vice,

...she'll have to come home.

I doubt it.

What would she do?

Streetwalking.

Your daughter is unhinged, Mr. Fridel. By drugs.

One supplier dies, another one pops up.

The problem is how he died.

- Three bullets. - Really?

You don't suspect her of...

I don't know.

All I know is Simoni's dead.

I met a man named Albert at Lucky's.

With a lady.

What lady?

I forget her name.

She got in a fight with Lucky.

And Albert slapped her.

In fact,

...I remember what Lucky said after the slap.

She said:

..."You're a druggist. You can find arnica."

- She said druggist? - For sure.

- Yes? - I'll step on the scale.

- I'll see to him. - Okay, ma'am.

Recognize me?

Of course.

You're recognizable.

I bet you wear the hat to bed.

I wore it last time on the scale. Removing it would skew things.

How is that man's wound?

Released this morning.

83.4 kilos.

Trouble with beer. I should know better.

No one forces you to drink.

It's hard to say no. I sadly gave in again today.

In fact... with someone you must know.

Lucky's father.

Never had the pleasure.

How odd. He remembers you well.

Last time he saw you, you got slapped.

"Upper: Often?

Slapped?

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

Now that you know your weight, I can go.

Prescriptions to fill.

And a report to write. Let's help each other.

Policemen feel home all over...

...but I don't have to enjoy their presence.

Get it?

I get why Simoni slapped you around.

Slapped by Simoni to boot!

Which Simoni?

Albert Simoni, handsome Albert.

Don't know him?

Murdered nightclub owner.

Lucky Fridel's lover.

You know her.

I do.

- Since when? - Several months.

Where did you meet?

As with all my customers, here.

After a motorcycle run into her.

You became friends.

Why not?

You don't befriend all customers.

Why Lucky?

She's very endearing... isn't she?

No secrets between friends,

...so you know she does drugs.

- No. I had no idea. - Really?

And you didn't know Albert supplied the morphine?

I'd like to know who succeeded that obliging man.

I'm not a cop. I don't know.

Be my guest to find out.

How noble of you.

Since you're in a cooperative mode,

...give me your home address.

- What for? - Just because.

4 Impasse Maujon, Boulogne.

Impasse Maujon.

Married?

That's nice...

What does your husband do?

We have to discuss him too?

I can find out easily, but we're chatting...

Chemical engineer.

- Where? - Laboratoires de France.

Laboratoires de France... hold on a sec...

Edouard Simoni's company, right?

I like this.

Now you can't tell me you don't know him.

I must have...

Not Edouard. I mean Albert.

Maybe he introduced us.

Maybe? Some progress! And more progress to come.

You saw Albert Simoni again.

The day he slapped you.

You're obsessed.

You get slapped or not?

Oh yes, now I remember. It was silly.

I had just gone shopping...

...and I went to see Lucky.

That guy was there.

I saw him for 5 minutes.

Hello, slap, so long.

Someone did get slapped, but not me.

He and Lucky fought. No idea why.

She was nervous, said something rude.

Simoni reacted in a vile way.

And then?

Then nothing.

Lucky stayed and I left.

What can I say? Slaps never did it for me.

To each his own.

How apt to step on the scale.

You pull your weight.

I know where you were heading.

Yes, as a pharmacist,...

...I have a number of toxic products.

I'm a friend of Lucky's...

...and I've met Albert Simoni.

But allow me to add this:

I graduated, pay taxes, own this place.

Though I was well brought up,

- I'm sorry to say... - "Fuck off!"

Precisely the word I was looking for.

As you can see,

...we who weigh ourselves, know ourselves.

I left my stuff at the coat check.

What is this?

Beyond my control. My turn now.

For what?

Cops hauled me in at 6 a.m. For questioning.

Threatened to shut me down. 6 months.

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

Ratted on her?

I told them what I told you. Same thing.

You name her supplier?

Can't say, don't know.

You don't luck vileness, just imagination.

It was 11. I've been waiting.

Were you bored?

Honestly, no.

Miss Fridel kept us company. Charming.

Yes, you know her.

Everyone here knows her.

You know everyone a bit. Lucky Fridel a lot.

Enough to know she was Simoni's mistress.

Sure.

Possible lead for Chaville. Could go in the report.

- Want a drink? - Nothing.

Upset? Go on, admit it.

Actually I wonder why.

Fridel may be a good lead but it's far from sure.

I'll know in a couple days.

Find out foster. Tomorrow I arrest her.

What charges?

Accessory to murder, drugs...

Once in withdrawal, she'll talk.

- Seems to know a lot. - Listen...

No, Vallois, you listen.

I can get you for misconduct.

Even if it is not the case.

In other words, you're off the case.

Tell me, Janin.

What if I keep my bone?

I'd see to it...

...that you spend all your time gardening.

Can I take it for a ride?

You're drunk. You'll crash.

Wrong.

I'll be right buck.

Those were my feet.

Move over, go on.

Soothe your nerves in advance. It'll hurt.

You two enjoy talking about me all night?

Move it...

But beware. Info is info.

We're even.

You mentioned morphine, I mentioned sex.

I swear it will never happen again.

A propos, you'll be behind bars tomorrow night.

A bastard. I got you wrong.

Right... Start the car or I'll drive.

Not so fast, you'll kill us.

To spare you, I need to nab someone.

Here are the pawns:

Blasco, Marquis or the pharmacist.

They're all my friends!

Blasco's a pimp,

...Marquis a rut, Thérése a pusher.

Why would she give me drugs?

We're going to find out.

Careful!

Take a right. And slow down.

You drive like a maniac!

Vallois...

Lady!

You have a visitor.

Well, well.

Came to see miracle man?

You'll be out in 2 days.

Is smoking forbidden?

Chaville wanted to congratulate you. He says hello.

How kind.

Working 12-hour days with various departments.

Alas, up until now,

...in vain. Our bird flew away.

The bird?

Lucky Fridel.

You really lost her?

Find it amusing?

Listen, Vallois,

...I regret the tone of our last talk.

And the ensuing accident.

About that accident,

...the car belonged to Blasco,

...who gave Lucky Fridel the keys right before...

No hasty conclusions, but the fact is:

She fled after... Your little discussion.

What did you discuss?

- I can't remember. - Come on...

Bickering was wrong.

I'm sorry. Are you happy now?

We'll get you another post in Crime Squad.

You just have to earn it.

Lucky Fridel is now 3 days missing.

Not at L'Oeuf, the George V, Valentine's,

...nor in any hotel she happened to...

...to frequent.

She's hiding out in Paris.

If you could walk, you'd get her.

Given your state, I'm asking:

Where is she?

Why not ask brilliant Chaville?

That bang to my head left me amnesiac.

What?

Yes, I remember the vegetable truck.

Everything before it is a black hole.

You forget warning her that I'd arrest her?

Forget she was your mistress? I know it!

- You never got in an accident. - Don't play games!

No fractured skull, trepanning, memory lapses!

- Ask the doctor. - You bet I will!

Show me your memory lapses! Pink slips aren't for dogs.

Or for people who quit.

- Meaning? - Meaning...

I remember working on a report.

The report is my resignation. Health reasons.

One way to get away with it.

But she won't. You can rest assured.

We'll nab her. You know we always do.

Matter of time.

She'll end up in my office for Simoni's murder.

Pipe down. You're tiring our patient.

One more thing.

He is very tiresome, ma'am.

Come see me afterwards.

Give him some to calm him down.

Are you mud?

You saw my chief. He gave me orders.

And when he gives orders...

- You can barely stand. - I stand perfectly well.

It's your decision.

Now be nice and take me to Administration.

Your call, sir.

Michou? It's Vallois.

How are you? They said you were asleep.

Pick me up on the double.

You're wounded. The boss will blow a fuse.

I never helped you?

Okay, play the gratefulness curd.

Hurry up!

Mrs. Marken, please.

She's out all week.

- She's ill? - It's been 3 days now.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

To Boulogne.

Get Lucky's father and bring him to me.

All right.

I'll be right back.

- I don't know if Madame... - Well, I know.

Berthe, leave us.

Where is she?

Who?

I'm sorry.

Of course this is about Lucky Fridel again.

I know she's here. I want to see her.

Information?

The number of the Crime Squad...

What are you doing?

Reporting on a man stalking me.

You have been for several days.

What a shame.

Wearisome, especially.

What right have you to be here? Got a warrant?

In the woods, did you have a hunting permit?

The woods. That's new.

Not new. Simoni was killed there.

There you go. While we're at it...

And I'll even tell you my hunch.

You killed Simoni. Lucky knows, so you supply her.

Why can't I call the police?

To expand on your thesis.

I get it...

Bothersome that you sleep with an addict.

Bothersome for me and your...

Can you imagine cops here?

What will he think?

Dragging my husband into it is absurd!

Despicable to destroy an innocent man's peace of mind.

It means so much to me.

Screw his peace of mind. Get him.

Out of the question.

I'll get him myself.

- So? - I beg of you.

Henri, can you please come here?

Detective Vallois...

Lucky has problems with her papers.

Mr. Vallois has questions.

My God. I don't know her well. She's a German student.

She and my wife became friends.

Is she here now?

For the past few days.

She was ill. We took her in.

I wish I could supply more details.

Allow me to say she seems very honest.

The proof: She is my wife's friend.

Anything else?

- I'd like to see her. - As you wish.

Thérése can show you to her room.

I'll follow.

He must find out the truth. Not yours, mine.

Well...

Just as I thought.

I gave her tranquilizers. She was bud off.

No worse than this.

I knew you pushed "tranquilizers"

...but you spared no expense. You went all out.

To calm her down for good?

Isn't she big enough to do it by herself?

Damn... not the type to take pity.

It's better in a way.

Given my duty, I didn't want a good person.

Tell me why you killed Simoni. It's all that's left.

You're the one he slapped.

Her father will confirm it. He's coming.

That means nothing.

But it does. I knew Albert Simoni very well.

He knew the law. Not the type to hit other guy's wives.

Meaning?

You were his mistress.

Thérése.

Why don't you tell him?

Vallois understands everything.

She's delirious, aswim in her incoherence.

We're all aswim. To each his disorder!

Hers, mine and yours!

Isn't it time to get back in order?

Ask hubby for help.

He's a saint but he must know your love life.

My love life...

No chinks in your armor.

A moral ideal.

Love and passion are as different as day and night.

I hated that man.

Disdained him.

But I was hung up.

So here we are.

You saw my husband.

Epitome of goodness, generosity, intelligence.

Albert Simoni was mean, greedy and dumb.

One has made me happy for ages, the other crazy from day one.

For 10 years I was like most women.

Loving, faithful.

What attracted Simoni was my faithfulness.

Upper-class dames make great whores. Ask any seducer.

You know it yourself.

Miss Fridel is of the same class.

She bloomed earlier.

Bloomed? Not yet a murderer.

Lucky, innocence incarnate. Flower girl, woman child.

Teenage naiveté and Teutonic tenderness.

Isolde.

Different kind of love potion.

Half scotch, half morphine.

Add a few slaps and see innocence blossom.

I know Lucky very well. I stole from my husband for her.

For her, a man I admire will be ruined.

Your fault too.

She didn't cheat on His Holiness. You did.

I don't care. You're free to take a lover.

I want to know why you killed him.

No reason.

To keep my husband out of it all.

Simoni asked for morphine for a dying friend. I gave him.

Asked again, gave again.

- I no longer believed him. - Never did.

- It's true. Never. - See.

I still tell lies by habit.

Lying for months.

Simoni asked, or demanded, more and more morphine.

I agreed.

Then I met this bitch.

Some of the drugs were for her.

I accepted that too.

No self-esteem.

What for?

Simoni...

He didn't matter.

It's Vallois that I love.

Anything's possible.

You stopped agreeing. Starting when?

When I said no morphine and he threatened to tell my husband.

To send him my letters.

Stupidly, I'd written to him.

My husband would never have known peace again.

Love made me kill my lover.

A perfectly passional crime.

Mired in the mud.

Lucky stole the letters.

Same blackmail in another form.

No compensation this time.

Vallois, will you take me away?

- Can we go? - We both can.

2 heads will roll, mine and hers!

No, I just want yours.

Or else 3: Yours, hers, Mr. Honest's.

Leave him out of this.

Sure. And her too.

I want the killer not the drama.

Defending someone? Me too.

We spare our charity cases. Deal?

If I refuse?

I spill the beans.

Drugs, adultery, letters. I tell all!

- Even about yourself? - Yes!

I quit this afternoon.

Players can't referee. And I'll play to the end.

I'm tired enough to.

So, Thérése?

Make it hard or easy?

Listen to me.

It was a moment of madness.

Say he was lilting you.

Break-up drama. Newspapers full of them.

Mr. Honest will have to go before a jury, but no worries.

They'd have hated him us a dealer. They'll love him as a poor husband.

Jurors will cry. From experience.

So?

We keep it simple?

We let our charity cases win?

You know,

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

I may die.

I'm cold, Vallois.

No need to tell you where the phone is.

When will they be here?

Shouldn't be long.

Come.

- Fridel's in Munich till tomorrow. - Worked anyway.

This is Vallois. Put on Janin.

Sure at home.

She's being arrested?

I'm not that stupid.

I knew she cheated.

I even think I understand.

She met him, started loving him.

Not even.

So why did she do this?

Why, why...

Hello, Janin?

Vallois here.

Too late to call?

Yes, because I know...

...within an hour you'll call Edouard Simoni...

...to say you nabbed his brother's killer.

So it's Thérése Marken.

4 Impasse Maujon.

M like Marie.

Boulogne.

The little Kraut?

No connection. Crime of passion.

I just told you.

Quit us a joke?

Thunks, but I don't have that sense of humor.

It's decided.

How can you show no pity?

Funny, I just can't.

And tonight I'm trying to.

I'd go see her on the double.

Come.

Where are you taking me? Tell me.

To get you the help you need.

Not to the suburbs?

To see your poplar tree?

Not a poplar. A cherry tree.

Get some rest.

But...

...will getting help take long where you're taking me?

Two or three weeks, a month maybe.

And you'll come for me?

Don't I always?

You know,

...I just said I love you.

It's the drugs talking. You may not think so afterwards.

You'll see clearer and make your choice.

It's a lot smarter.

I'd like to get out in the spring.

For the cherries.

Sanatorium

Talk to me fast... fast!

What about? Cherries?

Montmorency cherries, small and red.

A bit acidulated.

In June there are too many to eat.

Will you remember?

Montmorency. Like the duke.

But... in the meantime, be good.

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