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"To fight an increasingly violent and savage crimewave,"

the judicial police creates the Territorial Brigades,

the only police units woven into the urban fabric of the crime world.

Each group has its own network of informants

without which it cannot function.

The gangs refer to the informant or rat as 'La Balance".'

- What do you say, Paulo. - How you doing?

Hey, Paulo.

- Hey there. - Am I all set?

Yeah. Don't sweat it.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Hey, here's my friend Kamel.

Say, Paulo, how are you? I need a favor.

No, I don't have anything.

Get lost. Go on, fuck off!

- How's it going, Paulo? - You got anything?

- When for? - Tomorrow.

- I'm counting on you. - No problem.

Hey there. Is Monique coming?

Yes, everything's set for midnight.

- How's the hot dog? - Good. It's gonna pour.

- It'll do us good. - You're right.

How are you, Pepe?

Still the same medicine?

I'm too old to change.

Hey, Paulo. Can you find me a TV?

I'll see.

I'm in a hurry. It's my kid's birthday.

- Give him a hug for me. - Yeah.

Paulo.

Shall we have a drink together?

Hey. How are you?

Proceed to zone three.

Repeat, proceed to zone three.

Car 482, contact the paramedics. Over and out.

Hey, you see that one over there?

She's the one who tipped us off on the Faubourg case.

Nice tits.

Look, BMW 722, '75. That looks familiar.

- That Peugeot 504, the white one. - Oh, yeah.

It's the Flea. It's Jeannot the Flea from Montreuil, isn't?

That's right. We'll have to pay him a visit one of these days.

He was supposed to tip us off six months ago and we're still waiting.

I think I'll haul her ass down to headquarters tomorrow.

What I like about working with you is that if something ever happens to you,

I can tell your wife she was literally the last thing on your mind.

Look. There's two mean-looking bastards for you.

They're customers.

Customers, my ass. They're not looking at the broads.

They're looking at their handbags.

We have further information on the Boulevard de Belleville alert.

It's another homicide.

Victim's name is Paulo Sanchez.

- Shit. It's Paulo. - Paulo?

I better let everyone know.

Palouzi and Tintin. This is BT 13 calling 584.

We read you.

Paulo Sanchez has been rubbed out.

All cars proceed to Belleville and Rue Ramponneau.

BT 13 calling 584. We're on our way.

Move along.

We're in the club.

I'm Chief Inspector Palouzi, 13th Precinct.

Calemard, Eighth Brigade, the officer on duty.

- Did you know him? - Yeah, for years.

They really meant business.

- You can say that again. - Witnesses?

- Okay, fine. - Here come Casta and Foucault.

Hey, Belge. Hey, Captain.

Captain?

Yeah, he's still nostalgic for the Algerian war.

How's it going, guys?

So Paulo had a little accident?

You could call it that, I suppose.

- He's dead. - No, just resting.

Hey, here comes homicide.

Shotgun. Forty-five slugs. The work of a pro.

Hey, Captain.

You got any idea who the killers are?

Maybe too many.

Paulo fingered six gangs in the last two years.

That's a big loss.

Yeah, he was a good rat all right. Guys like him are hard to find.

- Who do you think blew him away? - Roger of Belleville.

- I don't know who he is. - Roger Massina.

Everything in Belleville goes through him.

We know him. A real piece of work.

He's too big a fish for your brigade. He's one for the tactical squad.

Tactical doesn't give a shit about Massina.

But we do. As long as he's on the loose, he'll give us a hard time.

Here's the proof.

Captain.

- Any news? - Yeah, Rachid gave me an address.

To buy shoes at 50% off.

So tonight's not a complete loss.

Paulo is dead! Paulo is dead!

Hello, Roger.

He's not in a hurry anymore.

All we need now is a scapegoat.

Hey, Inspector. I haven't eaten since yesterday.

You'll eat better in the state pen.

How are you two fags doing?

Hey there, Meddles.

Can you fill in for me on that hooker raid?

I have to go to the dentist this afternoon.

- You got a toothache? - Yeah.

- Oh - sorry. - That's all right.

Can you get me a deal on videotapes?

Yeah, sure. The captain gets them for me.

Come and see me in the office.

Palouzi, you lost a friend last night.

That's right, Chief. Happens all the time.

Massina's gonna piss on all our graves.

Hi there, Meddles. Did you tell them all about the-

The two criminals went and ripped off-

"Ripped off"? That's not French.

Everyone says it.

Hey, Belge.

I've got the right girl for you.

Wait, listen to this.

"French girl, 23,"

beautiful and sensuous, seeking severe master,

"sturdy and athletic, boxer or policeman."

You're just right.

"Must be able to make intensive use of riding crops and whips to discipline me.

- "Possibility of living in." - Great. I'm looking for a place.

Nothing about Paulo?

- Hey, tell me. - Not a word.

All they care about is war.

As for small-time gangs...

Can't say I blame them.

- How much? - Two hundred for everything.

How are you, Nicole?

Hi, Nicole.

Hi, Sabrina. You okay?

- How about you? - All right.

- And Dédé? - He's fine.

By the way, did you know Paulo?

You comin'?

- Paulo? - Paulo Sanchez.

He was a friend of Dédé's.

Used to work for Massina.

Dédé quit two years ago, so I don't know any Paulo.

You won't be seeing him anymore. They wasted him last night in Belleville.

He was a rat.

Every time a hood gets wasted, they say he squealed.

Sure. It's the pigs from the 13th Precinct that fingered him.

- I'm really not interested in this gossip. - Okay, my dear.

Let me show you something that will interest you.

You want to?

They're beautiful. They're Cartier.

Eight hundred francs. They're real too.

I'll have to speak to Dédé.

Next week, I'll have 450 pounds of coffee and a bunch of cashmere.

You've got everything, don't you?

Just like Macy's.

Hi ho, hi ho It's off to work we go

We're going to the park We're gonna get a fuck

This one's mine.

Shit, missed. The morons are the only ones who don't recognize our cars.

Quit fucking around, will you?

I forgot you were in mourning.

If you want, I can sing the squealer's funeral march.

You didn't have to see the faces of his wife and kid last night.

Come on, you forget the faces of the guys he fingered,

not to mention their wives who visit them in the slammer.

Okay, he was dirty and rotten,

but he helped us make our best catches.

Plus, he was a nice guy.

- You really should send a wreath. - I already did.

Two hundred for sex, a hundred for a blowjob.

Sorry, I didn't recognize you.

- Sabrina around? - She's over there.

- Sabrina, how are you? - Hello.

- Can we talk in private? - Sure.

See you later.

What happened yesterday?

About a half hour after your buddies left,

those bastards came by.

The cops are never there when you need them.

Were there a lot of' em?

We only saw one, but according to Kathy,

the guy who hit her was hiding in the trunk.

- They beat her up bad? - Check it out.

She better work nights now.

Did anyone get the license plate number?

Red Renault 16. 295 DCA 75.

- Good work. - Do I get the job?

I wouldn't mind, but I'm already married.

Too bad. How about the kid?

He can't. He's gay.

By the way, aren't you investigating Paulo's murder?

Rumor has it the pigs are the ones who fingered him.

Do we look like murderers?

Do I look like a hooker?

How're we supposed to work in this mess?

For them, if you're white, you're either a cop or a junky,

and the door slams in your face.

Tell me, Meddles, where are your cowboy friends?

- They can't stomach it. - Is Belge getting married soon?

I doubt it. Nobody answers his personals.

I don't get it. There are plenty of women here.

Anything new happening in the neighborhood?

A shipment of smack is coming in next week.

But I tipped off the vice squad already.

- Then why tell us about it? - So you know what's going on.

By the way, Meddles, what's this about Paulo?

I heard he was a rat. You fingered a rat?

- Who told you that? - I heard it.

Massina.

With rumors like that, no one will talk to you in this neighborhood.

A pig who fingers his own rat is a bastard.

We owe you anything for this feast?

The same as usual. Shalom, brothers.

Look, there's the captain and Belge.

They've got Djerbi and some junky.

The captain's a bit out of shape.

- Shall we help him out? - Sure, why not?

Move your ass.

I'll fire a warning shot. It might scare him.

Didn't work. He's flying now.

Turn right, quick!

Shit.

Asshole!

We're screwed again. He's clean.

Whatever.

You sold 20 bags today, didn't you?

Oh, no, sir. Those are my savings.

Show me your arms.

- Bastard doesn't even shoot up. - He just poisons others.

I've quit dealing, I swear.

And you've never heard of Roger Massina, have you?

Djerbi, are you fucking with us?

Please, Inspector.

You're supposed to respect foreigners nowadays.

Even the papers say so.

He's right. You're right, my dear friend.

Considering the delicate position you're in,

I would advise we find some common ground.

Do you have anything for us?

You gonna let this scumbag off that easy?

Why not? He's been working for Massina for years.

- You know everyone, don't you? - No, I don't know anybody.

I'm just a tourist.

A tourist.

I'm a tourist.

All right, laugh at this.

Twenty bags. Twenty fucked-up kids, and you just laugh.

Go on laugh, my brother.

Muhammad, the fun fair is in Belleville.

There were at least eight of them. What could I do?

They took everything I had on me. Sixty grand.

They tore it all up.

There were four of them.

And you only had twenty grand.

Ever since they hit me, I can't remember well.

You understand?

You got three days to get it back to me.

You didn't used to see many cops around, but now they're everywhere.

But they used to have informers.

Now they're blind and deaf.

So you see,

it makes them nervous.

So I told this pimp,

"If you're married to a hooker, the law says you're procuring."

So right then Tintin asked the broad,

"What bracket are you in?" You know what she says?

"I'm a 34C."

How's the dancing going?

I heard a good one the other day.

What's the difference between a Belgian and a sink?

- Yeah, that's a good one. - Wait, I haven't told you yet.

At least you can put a stopper in a sink.

I think I already told you that.

Hey, Chief, going on a stakeout?

Hey, Casta.

A certain Muhammad Djerbi has filed a complaint with the police board.

He claims you insulted, beat and robbed him.

But, Chief, he's a pimp, a drug dealer.

Casta, the Algerian war is over.

We may have lost Algeria, but we won't lose Belleville.

You guys can laugh.

You haven't done shit in over two weeks.

We're far from making our quota.

In our district, the more crime increases,

the fewer arrests we make.

Can you explain why this is going on?

- It's called inflation. - It's also called Massina.

Always Massina.

You're pissing me off with Massina.

If he's getting in your way, then book him.

He's a hood.

He never uses the phone, so we can't tap him.

He's suspicious as hell, and he bumped off our informants.

Then you better get some new ones.

In Belleville, you've got plenty of choices.

Okay, boss. I'll see to it personally.

Have a good weekend, boss.

- What are we gonna do? - Meddles and I have a candidate.

Who?

André Laffont, alias Dédé Laffont.

His record is really impressive.

Fraud, racketeering, armed assault.

Quite a guy.

Kicked out of Massina's gang two years ago. Now he's pimping.

But why would he rat?

Revenge.

He wants to get even with Massina.

It seems that two years ago a certain Nicole Janet-

Danet.

His girl screwed Massina.

Gave it to him free.

Dédé went looking for Massina to get an apology.

- He was carrying a gun. - Bad form.

In the end, Massina punished Dédé and kicked him out of his gang.

Massina's right.

You can't work with someone who's in love.

Freeze, vice squad. Hand over the dough and I'll let you go.

Don't shoot.

I'd love to.

Pay before you touch the goods.

That's good or I'd be a cuckold.

I've got a surprise for you. Guess.

Well, if you can't eat it, you wear it.

You got it.

A cashmere sweater.

How'd you guess?

You're the only one who gives me cashmere in summer.

Hoods don't have seasons.

Hey, that's real nice.

Sabrina's got some real bargains.

I picked it out myself.

- You trying to get me noticed? - You see cops everywhere.

When you don't see them, that's when you're in trouble.

To think that I'm making lapereau rolled in pistachio for you tonight.

Just what is that?

As a matter of act, it's two lapereaux,

stuffed with liver, prunes,

mushrooms, parsley and a little bit of garlic.

I don't really understand.

- What do you mean? - What the hell are lapereaux?

Baby rabbits.

- I better get the groceries. - Across the street?

Dollars again? I don't like that.

Too many fakes around.

- I can't ask the Yanks to pay in francs. - Don't let them use you like a bank.

Don't worry. If I hear an alarm go off in the market,

I'll know it's for you.

You're taking risks.

That's love.

Hop in. Go on.

Get in the back now.

- I wasn't long, was I? - Same as usual.

- How've you been? - All right.

- Did Dédé like his sweater? - He loves it.

- Say, you look tired. - I've been working for six hours.

I can't tell you how exhausted I am. I can't wait for vacation.

- Where you going? - Brazil.

Yesterday I had to go to the doctor for shots.

He asked if I wanted it on my ass or my arm.

I said my arm. It won't show as much.

Are you sure that broad is still with him?

She was a good breadwinner.

- I assume it's still mad love. - There she is.

- How about it? - How much?

Three hundred for everything.

Pigalle's a lot cheaper.

Fuck off, cheapskate.

- You getting in, darling? - I'm all booked up.

Even the whores are racists.

Police. Papers.

"Your papers, please." This isn't the hood.

High class.

Danet, Nicole, born August 29th, 1952. Thirty years old.

78 rue Barbet de Jouy. Got a pimp?

They still exist? You got the wrong neighborhood.

No pimp. Figures. She looks like a lesbian.

- Another misogynist cop. - Listen.

Are we so familiar? We never worked the same whorehouse.

Why don't you shut up? Let's take her in.

No way. Three times a week is too much.

All right, we'll do you a favor if you help us out.

Listen, my little piglets, you're not from vice, are you?

An intellectual whore.

What do you want me to admit?

Okay, I admit it. I've got a pimp.

His name's Danton and I've lived with him for five years.

Watch out - he's big.

180 pounds and very dangerous. He's right behind you.

All right. We'll let you off this time.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Say.

Don't we know each other?

Sure we do.

Wait.

Oh, yeah, Dédé.

- Dédé Laffont. - I haven't seen him in two years.

Is that so?

That's fine, Nicole.

That's fine.

See you.

See, she's not with him now.

Wanna bet?

Hi, Nini.

You win.

Let's move.

Tomorrow we'll bring them breakfast in bed.

Shit!

PLEASE RESPECT SILENCE BETWEEN 10:00 P.M. AND 8:00 A.M.

Dédé, what's going on?

Don't worry, dear. They're not hoods, they're cops.

Shut up. Get in the corner.

- How dare you! Do you have a warrant? - That's only in the movies.

These gentlemen have every right.

- Get your ass in a chair. - I don't know him. He's a customer.

You collect photos of all your customers?

Are they all the same size, too?

Take a look at this mess.

What's in here? Bullshit.

Find anything, Tintin?

Chateau Laffite Rothschild, '74. You spoil your customers.

I can fuck whoever I want.

You have no right! Those are my personal belongings.

Keep quiet, you cow.

What's this?

Lapereau in pistachio nuts.

- It's not bad. - You want a doggy bag for your wife?

There's an idea.

Get dressed.

July 12th, eight tricks.

July 13th, ten tricks.

July 14th, sixteen tricks.

That was the Bastille Day parade.

Hey, guys. I found a gift prize here.

Do you do kinky stuff with your boyfriend?

- He's not my boyfriend. - You've lived together for four years.

Since the Massina days.

You remember Massina?

Roger Massina?

Is Roger Massina why you tore up our apartment?

- She's a quick one. - Your pimp's just another hooligan.

He doesn't interest me. It's Massina I want.

You know the rules: Give us Massina or we put Dédé away for pimping.

Don't forget the artillery. That's 18 months.

Just because I live with him doesn't mean I give him my money.

We don't give a damn. You know the law.

- A hooker can't live with a man. - They call it procuring.

Look, Nicole. I'm offering you a deal.

Why? I mind my own ass, not other people's business.

- Think about it. - What for? I said everything.

Okay. But now Dédé has to pay the bill.

Rotten bastards.

You won't touch the real pimps who beat their women.

Okay, we're bastards.

- Sure, everyone says so. - That's right.

- Are we finished? - No, we're just getting started.

He looks like a secretary.

- Date of birth, please? - Can't you read?

August 29th, 1952?

Profession?

- Housewife, I suppose. - No, I'm a whore.

I'd rather get 50 francs a fuck than a slice of bread like your wife.

- Prostitute, and a notorious one. - How long have you been at it?

Poor bastard.

This is raw silk.

Can you buy your wife one?

I make thirty grand a month, and I'm happy.

- And how much does Dédé make? - I don't know any Dédé.

- Here we go again. - Shut up, secretary.

I'm gonna smack her!

Go ahead. Spanking is free today.

That's enough fooling around. Throw her in the cooler.

You have no reason to cover for Massina. We know what he did to you.

Take a good look at me, pig.

I never talked, not even to the tactical squad.

And I'm not about to start with some small-time cop.

We'll see about that later.

Come on.

We're far from winning.

We're far from winning.

She's a woman from the 'hood.

She's got balls.

- Dédé Laffont. - The great Dédé. The real thing.

- Bank holdup. - No evidence.

- The navy shooting. - Acquitted.

Holdup on rue Choiseul. Three years in prison.

- Yes, miscarriage of justice. - And lots of others.

Always in trouble and rarely convicted.

I guess it's because I'm pretty smart.

I retired two years ago.

We know. For health reasons.

I'm listening, pig.

It's very simple.

You're gone for two years for pimping and possession.

- What do you propose? - Roger Massina.

Massina? Who's that? Some movie star?

Two hundred francs in your pockets, and you play it cool.

A small-time pimp, that's what you've become.

Let's talk about Massina.

Is your buddy always like this?

In 1970 you and Massina stayed at the same hotel: the state pen.

Word has it you didn't just share the same room,

but the same woman too.

Bitches, all of them.

You think a cute little piece like Nicole

is gonna stay with an old-fashioned fool like you forever?

- Someday she'll wake up... - According to Massina, she's a good lay.

- Gives a good blow. Brings in good cash. - You'll end up an old cuckold.

Bastards.

You'll try every trick, won't you?

I'd rather be fucked in the ass in public than be a rat.

Such language.

Not in the face.

It leaves marks.

Now let's talk about Massina.

Okay, I admit I know Massina.

A son of a bitch, a coward, a murderer.

- Murderer? - That's right, murderer.

He's the one who killed Renick.

- Two bullets in the head. - Who's Renick?

He's the stool pigeon that Steve McQueen protected in Bullitt.

- You fucking with us? - Don't touch me, pig, or I'll -

Or what?

He's working himself over!

- Stop him, damn it! - He's insane!

You bastards!

- Rotten bastards! - Dédé's a smart boy.

The chief will have our asses for this.

Sons of bitches!

Rotten sons of bitches!

I've got 20,000 at home that you didn't touch.

Take it and leave us alone.

Attempted bribery.

- We're not for sale. - Fools.

- You see, everyone says it. - Nicole.

- All I want is - - I know. Massina.

Ever since my thing with Massina, Dédé's been lying low.

- All I see are whores and nightclubs. - You better change circles.

You're funny. You want me to go up to Roger all made up and say,

"Hi, Roger. It's me. Let's talk." Be realistic.

I can put you on to some stolen cashmere, a break-in,

some pimps if you want.

But don't ask the impossible.

I don't give a fuck about your girlfriends on the street!

What I want is the Belleville gang.

Promise you won't touch Dédé.

I give you my word.

- The same word you gave Paulo? - You too, huh?

- Give me 10 days. - One week.

As soon as I hear anything, I'll phone you.

I don't want Dédé to find out what's going on.

Did you sing or did you promise?

Promised.

Well done.

I don't know anything.

All right. Good-bye.

No wonder she didn't call you. They left a week ago.

She double-crossed me.

Never trust a whore's word.

When they're broke, they'll have to go back to work.

It's just a matter of time.

All right. Your turn, vice squad.

Thanks, Sabrina.

Will you leave me alone now?

It stinks like pigs.

Police! Freeze or I'll shoot!

Freeze! Police.

Okay, I won't budge.

You should have seen his mug. Shaving cream all over his face.

Santa Claus in his boxers in the dead of summer.

All he was missing were the boxers on his head.

Speaking.

It's Nicole.

You found my number?

That's not my problem.

With you it's always a one-way street.

Place des Abbesses.

In one hour. Fine.

The cat is in the bag.

- Hello. - How you doing?

Well, I guess.

Let's take a walk.

- You seen the vice squad? - Not yet.

Why not? It's urgent.

Let's get a couple things straight.

You promised me a deal I never got. This time I demand some guarantees.

So I double-crossed you, but in love and war...

And if Dédé knows I'm talking to the pigs, he'll kill me.

I betrayed him once, and that's enough. I'm a girl, not a rat.

If you want Dédé in the clear, you have to help me.

Why are you hounding us like this?

- We never harmed anyone. - I want Massina.

And you're part of the plan, that's all.

But Belleville is swarming with stoolies. Why pick on us?

Because I like your personality.

So, should I let him go or not?

You really look like a loser.

And you really look like a pig.

How's your old lady?

Very well, thanks for caring.

A pimp doesn't have to worry about his wife cheating on him. Am I right?

That's what they tell me. Why? You got a problem?

Well, I see you two are really hitting it off.

I see you were busted by the vice squad this time.

Vice squad, my ass. Don't jerk me around.

What's he in for?

Pimping, resisting arrest

and assaulting an officer.

While you're at it, you could add indecent exposure.

How much time can he get?

This is worth three years.

And with this, you can make it five.

You don't miss a thing here, do you?

Can you leave us alone?

I'll see you later.

Seriously, Dédé.

Five years in the can.

Thanks, you fuck.

I may be a fuck, but you're a real prick.

Massina bags your broad, kicks you off the team and fines you.

You go away for five years, while Massina rules over Belleville.

And Nicole?

You think she'll go into mourning?

- I won't be a rat! - Who said anything about that?

I'm talking about revenge.

When I think you've been replaced by guys like Petrovic,

Muhammad Djerbi, the Lagrange brothers.

You're a real jackass.

You're better than that trash.

I'm not as dumb as you think, pig.

I told you, never in public.

- Think you're a big shot? - Come on. I'm tired.

Oh, really? Been working too hard?

Right.

I finished two crosswords, lost four games of pinball, won two,

walked the dog and went shopping. And to lift my spirits,

I read my press clippings.

Why not write your memoirs? I'll help you.

Subpoenas with the judge, waiting in the visiting room,

15 hours of tricks to pay for your lawyer.

- Not to mention sleeping alone. - Well, that wasn't too often.

Pissed off this evening? What's the matter?

Are you bored with me? Did I do something stupid?

It's always about you.

I'm bored, understand?

Yesterday, they tried to pin a rap on me for pimping.

A small-time pimp, me!

- Someone might hear you. - So what?

I've been laying low for two years. Two years of whispering.

I don't know you anymore.

Did the cops get under your skin?

The cops, the hoods - nobody scares me.

The Palouzis, the Massinas, they can all get fucked.

You're gonna fuck up again.

Sure, I'll fuck up again. You should know.

The first fuck-up was all yours.

The day you screwed Massina, you tainted me, you betrayed me.

The biggest mistake I ever made was to fall for a whore.

Stay.

Nini.

What should I do?

- Hello, Rebecca. - Hello, Dédé.

Roger's waiting in the kitchen.

Hello, Roger.

It needs some salt.

You're making pastilla.

Eggs, pigeon, chicken,

cinnamon,

almonds.

Bravo, Roger.

Sure beats sausage couscous.

Oh, well.

Let bygones be bygones.

I have something big.

I can't do it alone.

It's too big.

You can't sell a Matisse at the flea market.

It's an antique dealer on the rue de Rivoli.

His store's a real fortress, but his apartment

is like Ali Baba's cave.

Bronze, diamonds, paintings.

I'll need a strong team.

How much is it worth?

Eighty million.

Have a taste.

It's not bad at all.

You look like you just came from a costume party.

I just left a client. There was no time to change.

You're on the night shift now?

A special client. A 4,000-franc trick.

Sir?

Nothing.

What kind of tricks have you been turning?

I was on night shift. But not for the same price.

You poor darling.

What does your missus say when you drag your sorry ass in?

I'm not married.

A bachelor.

Maybe I should flirt with you.

All right, that's enough, Nicole.

I didn't meet you here just to play around.

Always business.

I'm listening. What is it, cop?

Did you lose my phone number again?

No, but I've been very busy lately.

I know.

You've changed turf. You're back in Belleville.

How'd you find out?

Dédé's working with Massina. You must have plenty to tell me.

He's doing little jobs for Roger, nothing more.

So he's setting up a job, or what?

I don't think so. Besides, he never talks to me about business.

He's told you nothing in a month! Don't jerk me around.

Did you forget our deal?

You know what'll happen when Dédé finds out you ratted to the cops?

I haven't told you anything.

Exactly. I'll make you out to be the queen of stool pigeons.

You're a real asshole. I don't stand a chance.

- All I can do now is run. - All right.

- I better go after your boyfriend. - You promised to leave him alone.

Look who's talking about promises.

Let's go for a walk.

The Lagrange brothers and Petrovic.

What do they do for a living?

They're Massina's lackeys.

And there's Djerbi, Jeannot LaFleur, Mickey One and a couple of others.

- Djerbi? - You know him?

You know where he stashes his dope?

32, Rue de Palikao.

- You sure? - He's in the building all the time.

He's either stashing junk there or screwing the concierge.

- Pig, you're a real son of a bitch. - That's right.

- Doesn't it keep you from sleeping nights? - Hasn't yet.

- Everything cool? - Yeah.

I suppose you ran out?

Hey, I'll be right back.

Follow me.

Salaam alaikum.

All right.

Keep an eye on the street. I'll be right back, okay?

One, two, three, four...

The carnival's back in town, my friend.

He's splitting.

Target 100 feet. Destruction is close.

I'll show you how to put an Arab in your engine.

Run, Djerbi. The oasis isn't far.

Goddamn!

The pigs.

You forget something there, shithead?

It's not mine. I found it.

And of course you didn't do anything wrong.

We're racists, and you're the victim. Is that it?

And all this isn't yours.

We planted it in your pockets.

It's not mine. I was doing someone a favor.

- I'm not a pusher. - You've got a bad cold.

Here, do a line.

That's my savings. It's to buy a washing machine for my poor mother.

- What a wonderful son. - It's my savings.

I forgot to thank you for your letter to the police board.

- What letter? - Remember your little note?

The one that said we hit you.

You're hurting me.

Insulted you.

And robbed you.

Captain.

Listen to me.

I swear I didn't write that letter. It was my lawyer.

That's enough now, Captain.

It looks fake.

But it sounds real.

You have no right.

I'm doing my job.

You don't want to be arrested for counterfeiting.

No, wait. Don't screw around.

I know another process for detecting counterfeit bills.

If the flame is yellow,

they're authentic.

Damn, they're real!

Know what I'd like?

Sea scallops,

like you made on my birthday.

I'll set up the barbecue in the hallway.

That way, we'll have firemen as well as cops.

It isn't easy to be a chef in a hotel with no class.

You call this a hotel?

Now that things have quieted down, we can rent a studio.

Quieted down?

Why do you think that?

Why should they leave us alone?

The cops have other things than pimps to worry about.

Yes, I almost forgot.

I'm just another pimp.

Speaking of cops, any news from Palouzi?

Who?

Palouzi. Our friend in the 13th Precinct.

He's not my type.

Okay, cut the crap. What are you trying to find out?

Nothing.

Palouzi hauls us in. Palouzi releases us. Palouzi busts Djerbi.

Funny coincidence, don't you think?

If it got around Belleville, it might look bad.

Why?

Worried about your image?

You were the one arrested and released by the vice squad.

You're so sly. You must have worked something out.

Maybe you fingered Djerbi.

Don't talk like that!

- You playing the pimp now? - What's that you say, huh?

You never hit me before. What's happening to us?

Calm down.

Calm down.

I'm scared.

Something terrible is gonna happen. You never should've come back here.

No.

Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.

Go on, cry.

You'll have less to piss out.

Ever since we busted Djerbi, they're cleaning house.

What kind of merchandise?

Looks like kitchen appliances, pressure cookers.

Another case that will make us famous.

Fucking Dédé is making pocket money with our blessing.

- And he's still not talking. - It's time to talk to him.

The truce is over now.

Tonight I'll show you around.

After we eat, we go to a sex club. Chez Cleo.

Do you know Cleo's? No?

You've got to get out more, kids.

Cleo's is full of good families. Doctors, dentists and lawyers.

The crème de la crème.

That's all I need, a case of the clap.

Will Massina be there?

Can't you forget Massina?

He's 55 and doesn't trust anyone, not even broads.

He trusts you, doesn't he?

I'm not so sure.

You know the guys who work for him?

The Lagrange brothers, Petrovic, Djerbi?

They sound familiar?

Djerbi, yes. Now he's eating couscous in the state pen.

Was it you or the narcs that got him?

- The narcs. - Really?

I thought you had some guys in on it.

We lent a hand. It's our turf.

It would have been a nice catch for the 13th. That's too bad.

Why didn't you tell us about it?

I had no idea.

That's funny. Everyone knew except you.

I think our friend's forgotten the favors we've done him.

I haven't forgotten. Dinner's on me, to prove it.

Think you can buy us off with a half dozen oysters and a couple crabs?

They're all the same.

Well, Dédé. We're taking off.

- Hey, wait, the lobster's coming. - Get up.

- Behave yourselves. They know me here. - They don't know us. Come on.

Watch my suit.

Have you gone crazy?

I haven't done anything.

You've been jerking us around for an hour.

It's been a month now and you haven't told us a thing.

Massina doesn't trust me yet. I gotta prove myself.

He's still fucking with us.

We've had enough of your games. You're going away for a long time.

Your file is still open.

No more girls, no more friends, nothing.

You know why?

We'll spread word from Belleville to Pigalle that you're an informer.

- You got us? - Yeah.

And when they let me out, I'll have to buy a coffin.

There's two jobs.

An antique dealer on rue de Rivoli,

and a load of stolen paintings on rue St. Honoré.

The Sarrot Gallery last month?

Right.

Massina wants to see samples,

and if he's interested, he'll stash it in his storage stalls.

- We'll bust him on that. - Don't get excited.

- He won't move it himself. - Who will?

Petrovic probably. Watch him, he's a lunatic.

When's it for?

Don't know. Soon.

- You're betting big. - Kiss my ass.

Hey, Dédé, take a hot bath.

You reek offish.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. It's not over yet.

Hi, how are you?

- Hi, kid. - Hello.

- It's Sunday. Everything's quiet. - Where are the others?

Arnaud and Picard are out chasing pickpockets.

And you're playing receptionist.

You see?

Hello, 13th Precinct.

- I want to talk to Palouzi. - He's not here right now.

I work with him. Can I help you in anyway?

- What's your name? - Simoni. Angelo Simoni.

I don't know you.

You better listen carefully.

Tell Palouzi the guys he's after are here.

Café de L'Oasis, rue Jules Verne. They're in a blue Mercedes.

918 FE 93.

How are they dressed?

You want the color of their socks too?

Hurry the hell up. And be careful. Just tail them.

Otherwise, it's my ass.

You better warn Palouzi.

They may take off. We gotta go now.

But we don't know the whole story, and we don't have enough men for a tail.

Don't sweat it, kid.

In crime fighting, you have to improvise.

We're interested,

but for this price, I must show Mr. Massina the photos.

- You want to see the painting? - That would be better.

No. It's too dangerous.

They won't swindle us. We're old friends.

You always packing?

Just a Smith &Wesson.22. Nothing much.

Show him the bullets.

They're the same kind that got Reagan.

When they hit the target, the tips explode.

What you got?

What you got?

What a monster!

The same kind the tactic squad uses.

But you still haven't seen our little surprise.

You're a walking arsenal.

Hey, Petro, there's two guys out front.

One of them smells like pig.

Better go around the back. Hide these.

A pack of Gitanes filter, please.

It reeks of pig in here, doesn't it?

Hey, smartie.

Are you a pig?

- Come on, that's enough. - You getting sentimental?

When beautiful cherries like these are packed to the brim,

then the brand must be Bonne Maman.

That makes me hungry.

What about you?

Who's there?

Petrovic.

What do you want?

It's important. Hurry up.

All right. Let's go for a walk.

- Why? What's up? - Ask Simoni.

I don't understand.

My ass! He's in the hospital with two broken ribs and a fractured skull.

Let me explain. I'll make it clear.

- Shut up! - Hey, take it easy.

Goddamn it!

It wasn't me, I swear. It was Petrovic.

You saw. You were there.

You putting your shoes on or coming barefoot?

Come on.

- You're not taking me to the precinct? - Shut up.

We want to talk to you where it's nice and quiet.

Talk. Are you gonna talk or what?

Come on, talk to us.

Leave me alone!

That's enough! I'll give you Massina!

I'll give you Massina!

Let's go home now, Dédé.

What happened last night? What did you do to him?

What do you want, Palouzi?

- She's spoiling our appetite. - Shut up.

You're up to something, and I want to know what it is.

- Tone it down. - Fuck you. You're a bunch of pigs.

With all your fuck-ups, we're gonna get killed.

"Killings in Belleville. The 13th Precinct investigates."

- You finished with your act? - What act? First Paulo, and now us.

I'll kick you in the balls so hard they'll come out your ears.

You pricks!

- Get her out of here. - You're all rotten shits!

Shut up. No whore is gonna boss us around. Let's go.

What about Dédé in all this?

If he doesn't screw up, he'll come out clean.

A cop's word.

Moving all the loot yourself is too risky.

- It's not your style. - The only risk is a double-cross.

Who would do that?

Laffont.

When a little pimp brings in a job worth eight million francs, I'm suspicious.

Well, what do we do?

We can trust the Lagrange brothers, but they're-

Good morning.

We're with the phone company. Having trouble with your phone?

No, I don't think so.

Really? Could you double-check?

We've had a few complaints in the area.

- Would you wait here? I'll check. - Thanks.

Madame.

Here comes his accomplice.

Right on time.

They're only two minutes behind.

- Well done. - Get ready. Here we go.

- Any problems? - No, it was a good hit. Have a look.

Nice stuff.

Shall we go?

Change of plans.

You think he'll take the bait?

Dédé thinks he will.

It was too good.

Just letting you know we're listening in if you need us.

Everybody out.

Being careful?

You may be right.

Good luck.

Massina won't think the accident is a setup, especially with Belge driving.

There's no other way to get him without implicating Dédé.

Meddles, you should have been a movie director.

Hey, Belge. As soon as you crash, we pull up.

What did you say? I can't hear.

I said after the accident, we're moving in full throttle.

No, that's too obvious. Massina might smell a rat.

Wait a couple minutes.

I can just see the papers tomorrow morning.

"Following a common traffic accident,

two law officers put an end to the career of Roger Massina."

You guys ready? They just turned onto Rue Villefaux.

They'll be there in two minutes. Carlini will give you the green light.

Here they come, Carl I Ni!

Damn, it's not Mickey One, it's Petrovic!

You're on, Belge. They're on their way.

Carlini, it's not Mickey One! It's Petrovic!

Stop everything!

Hey, you better come through now. We owe it to Simoni.

- You read me, Palouzi? - Go ahead.

There's a problem. Petrovic's the one with Massina.

Petrovic. That's bad news.

Petrovic is armed and totally off his rocker.

There are people on the street. We have to call it off.

Things never go like you plan.

Hey, Belge, stop!

- There's a counter-order. - Stop, damn you!

Hey, Belge. We're calling it off. Do you read me?

Do you read me?

Hey, look out.

- Too late. - What do we do?

- If we go in now, Dédé's done for. - So what?

All agents, continue as planned.

But watch out for Petrovic. He's dangerous.

I really look like a fool now.

This'll make my insurance premium jump.

- We have to fill out the forms. - We can park down the road.

No, right here and now, I'm not falling for that trick.

What do we do?

We can't fill out papers with a stolen car.

Let's take off.

We've gotta move his car first.

Would you please be so kind as to move your car?

No, first we fill out the papers.

- What a mess! - It's okay. It's going as planned.

If they try anything, we waste them.

Look, kid, don't spoil my day.

Here, take this and move on.

Well, that's not exactly legal, you know.

Let's fill these out.

Are you crazy? It's over 10,000.

I'm sorry, but that's out of the question.

Here. Take it all. 20,000 francs for this shit box.

- Get lost. - That's enough now, sir.

Shit, I ran into a socialist.

Just what we need.

- Get the hell out of here! - Don't fuck around.

Don't.

- Everything's fucked. - Let's go.

Weren't Arnaud and Picard supposed to make the arrest?

Yeah.

Look.

Shit! We're screwed!

- It's a trap! - Someone ratted.

Fucking pig!

Get down!

Get down in your cars!

- Get inside and stay there. - There's nothing to see.

Get down inside your cars!

Hold your fire! There are too many people!

Mama, I'm scared.

Hey, Palouzi, you see where he went?

I don't know. He can't be far. Get down.

Picard, you see him?

Meddles, what do we do now?

Straight to the heart.

Did I tell you my latest Belgian joke?

Arnaud, Carlini!

It served some purpose, didn't it?

The fuckers.

Do you think they'll reimburse me for it?

I think he's in there.

I'll cover the smaller door.

Hey, Captain.

Throw down your piece.

Now your jacket. Easy, easy.

Captain, over here!

- Arnaud, Carlini! - Careful, kid! Watch it!

Carlini, go left. Arnaud, go right. I'll take center.

I don't believe it.

Another nice police fuck-up.

- And Massina's on the run. - He can't be far.

Freeze!

Don't move!

Don't fuckin' move!

Arnaud, give me the cuffs.

Don't move.

- Forget the bracelets. - Huh?

Step aside.

Put some shells in his gun.

You almost pulled it off. You almost had me.

Nice work.

Move it.

Go on.

Keep moving.

A meeting place for rats.

Get in.

- Hello. - Hi, Nini.

- Is that you? - I'm in trouble.

I've got to see you.

You know that hotel on Rue Cardinet?

The Hotel Fortuny? In half an hour.

- Is it Dédé? - It's Massina.

Damn it.

A whore's word against a cop's word.

What's that?

We have to find Dédé before the gang does.

Don't run or you're screwed.

If you don't give yourself up, the gang will get you.

- You think they'll forget? - Are you crazy?

Give myself up?

You see what happened? Cops wounded, people killed -they'll never forgive that.

I have to bail out. I have no choice.

- Just like in the movies. - Right, just like in the movies.

Please, Dédé. They'll smoke you.

Call Palouzi. It's your only chance.

You must think I'm an idiot!

You think I'm screwed, so you want to get rid of me?

I love you.

Please.

Get me some wheels -anything. A black or gray Peugeot.

Something that won't get noticed. Go to Alphonso and pay cash.

Bring it to Porte de Champerret at 6:00 sharp.

Where the buses are.

They'll kill you.

They'll kill you.

Another martini, please.