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To counter an increase
in violent crime,

the police set up the BT
or "Brigades Territoriales",

a police unit integrated into
the fabric of the underworld.

Each BT has a network
of informers vital to its work.

The informer or grass
is known as a "squealer".

- Paulo, what's up?
- How's things?

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, don't worry.

My friend Kamel!

Hey, Paulo.

No, I've nothing for you. Get lost.

Get lost!

- You've got it? For sure?
- Tomorrow, no problem.

- Is Monique coming?
- All set for midnight.

- Still the same medicine?
- I'm too old to change.

- Got any TVs?
- I'll see.

I'm in a hurry! It's the kid's birthday.

Give him a hug from me.

Gonna share that?

Hey, how's things?

THE INFORMER

Look at that one. Remember her?

She tipped us off on the Faubourg case.

Nice breasts.

722 B V M 75.

- That sounds familiar... It's the 504.
- The white Peugeot...

That's Jeannot the Flea's car.
From Montreuil.

We need to pay him a visit
one of these days.

He was gonna give us a lead
six months ago and still no sign.

Think I'll call her in for questioning.

The thing about you is that,
if anything ever happens,

I can tell your wife that her name
was the last name on your lips.

Look at these two guys.

- Johns?
- You're kidding.

They're after bags, not girls.

Follow-up on the Belleville alert.
It's a homicide.

Victim answered
to the name of Paulo Sanchez.

Shit, that's Paulo.

We'd better tell everyone.

This is Palouzi and Tintin.
BT 13 calling 584.

Paulo Sanchez's been blown away.

Rendezvous on the corner
of Belleville and Ramponneau.

BT 13 to 584. We're there.

Hold it there.

We're on your side.

- Chief inspector Palouzi, BT 13.
- Calbart, 8th Brigade.

- You knew him?
- For years.

- They really meant business.
- That's for sure.

Any witnesses?

- OK.
- Here's Casta and Foucault.

- Hey, Belge. Hi, Captain.
- Captain?

- He misses the war in Algeria.
- Hi, guys.

- Paulo had a little accident?
- You could call it that.

- He's dead.
- He's taking a nap.

Here's Homicide.

Hunting rifle. 45s.

- They were pros.
- Captain...

- Any ideas on the gunmen?
- Too many.

- Paulo fingered six gangs in two years.
- Some loss for you.

Informers like him don't grow on trees.

- Who do you think did it?
- "Belleville" Roger.

- Who's that?
- Roger Massina.

He's the boss of Belleville,
a real piece of shit.

A celebrity. He's too big for a BT.

- He's Special Squad stuff.
- They don't give a shit.

But we won't get an easy life
till he goes down.

There's the proof.

Captain.

- Anything new?
- Rachid gave me an address.

- If you want some new shoes at 50% off.
- So it's not a wasted evening.

Paulo's dead! Paulo's dead!

Hello, Roger.

He's not in such a big hurry, now.

We just need someone to carry the can.

- Inspector. I haven't eaten all day.
- They'll feed you up in jail.

13TH TERRITORIAL BRIGADE

Hey, Tricky.

Can you replace me on the hooker raid?
I've got a dentist appointment.

Toothache?

- Sorry.
- Forget it.

- The Captain gets them for me.
- Come by my office.

Palouzi. You lost a friend last night.

Happens all the time, sir.

Looks like Massina
still has a great future.

Hi, Tricky.

- Did you tell them about...?
- Yeah.

- The two suspects ripped off...
- "Ripped off" isn't proper language.

- Why not? Everyone says it.
- Belge, I found you a girlfriend.

No, really. Listen.

"Sensuous French girl, 23, seeks master.
Must be very strict and well-built."

"Athlete, boxer
or riot policeman preferred."

Take your pick. "Must be handy
with a whip as I need discipline."

- "Possible live-in".
- That's handy. I'm looking for a place.

No mention of Paulo?

- Nothing.
- Not a word.

All they care about is war.

Small-time gangsters...
They're not wrong, mind you.

- How much?
- 200, everything included.

How's things, Nicole?

- Hi, Sabrina.
- How are you?

- And Dede?
- He's fine.

You knew Paulo, didn't you?

How about it?

- Paulo?
- Sanchez. He was mates with Dede.

- He worked for Massina.
- Dede quit two years ago.

He was killed last night, in Belleville.
They say he was a squealer.

Every tough guy that gets killed
gets called a squealer.

Sure. It was the 13th Brigade
themselves who dropped him in it.

I'm not really interested
in that kind of gossip.

I'll show you something
you will be interested in.

Want to?

- Cartier! They're beautiful!
- 800 francs.

- They're real, too.
- I'll tell Dede.

Next week, I'll have 200 kilos of coffee
and a load of cashmere.

- You've got everything.
- I'm a one-stop shop!

Heigh-ho, heigh ho
It's off to work we go

We're going to the woods
To pick up some old whores...

I'm gonna take this one down.

Missed! They're the only ones
who don't know our cars.

Why don't you stop messing around?

I forgot you were still in mourning.

Shall I sing
the squealer's funeral march?

You didn't see his wife
and kids last night.

What about the guys he fingered
and the wives on prison visits?

He was a slippery shit.
But he nailed plenty of scumbags.

And he was an all right guy, wasn't he?

- Send a wreath.
- I already did.

Straight sex 200, blow job 100.

Sorry. I didn't recognise you.

- Is Sabrina here?
- Over there.

Hello, Sabrina.

- Can we talk in private?
- Of course.

See you later.

What happened yesterday?

The bastards came half an hour
after your buddies left.

Same old story, the cops
are never there when you need them.

- Were there lots of them?
- We only saw one.

Kathy said the one who beat her
was hiding in the boot.

- They beat her up bad?
- Take a look.

She should be working nights.

Anyone get the licence number?

Red Renault 16. 295 DCA 75.

- Good work.
- Wanna give me a job?

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

Pity. How about the kid?

He can't. He's queer.

Are you guys on the Paulo case?

The word is that the cops
shopped him themselves.

- Do we look like murderers?
- Do I look like a whore?

How can we work in this casbah?

If you're white, they think you're a cop
or a junkie and they clam up.

- So where are your cowboys?
- Their stomachs are a little delicate.

- Belge's getting married?
- No one's replied to his advert.

There's no shortage
of women around here.

- Any news in the neighbourhood?
- Some snow's coming in next week.

But I already gave that
to the Vice Squad.

- So why tell me?
- So you know what's going on.

What's all this shit about Paulo?

I heard he was a grass
and you shopped him.

- Who told you that?
- I heard.

Massina.

With rumours like that,
no one around here's gonna talk to you.

A cop who squeals on his grass
is a piece of shit.

- On the house?
- As usual.

Shalom, my brothers.

There's Belge and the Captain.

They're nicking Djerbi and a junkie.

The Captain's out of shape.
Shall we give them a hand?

Let's go.

Get a move on!

I'll shoot in the air.
That'll scare him.

It didn't work. He's speeding up.

Take a right, quick!

Shit.

Asshole!

- We've been screwed again. He's clean.
- You think so?

- Did you sell 20 bags today?
- No way, that's my savings.

Let's see your arms.

- Not a user.
- He poisons other people.

- I don't deal any more, I've told you.
- You don't know Massina either, do you?

- Think we're a bunch of assholes?
- Please, Inspector.

You're supposed to respect foreigners
these days. It says so in the papers.

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

Given the delicate situation you're in,

it makes sense
to find some common ground.

- Got a tip for us?
- You can't let him off that easy.

Why not?
He's worked for Massina for years.

- You know the right people, don't you?
- I don't know anyone.

I'm a tourist.

He's a tourist.

I'll give you something to laugh about.

Twenty bags. Twenty junkie kids
and you're laughing.

Have a good laugh.

It's party time in Belleville, Mohammed.

There were eight of them at least.
There was nothing I could do.

They took all the cash.
60K, they tore it up.

There were four.

And it was 20K.

They smacked me around so much
I can't remember now.

Know what I mean?

You've got three days to pay me back.

But the cops? They used to be invisible,
now they're everywhere.

The cops used to have informers.
Now they're deaf and blind.

So you see, that makes them nervous.

I told the pimp, "If you marry a whore,
you're living off immoral earnings."

Tintin asked the girl "What do you
do with the money?" and she said,

"I give it to my husband,
he's an investment consultant."

- Hey, what's up?
- Still dancing?

I've got one. What's the difference
a Belgian and a toilet?

- That's a good one.
- Wait!

The difference is
that you can flush a toilet.

Hey, chief. Going on a raid?

Casta. A certain Mohammed Djerbi
has made a complaint.

He claims you insulted him,
beat him up and took his money.

He's a pimp and a drug dealer.

Casta, the war in Algeria is over.

We may have lost Algiers
but we still have Belleville.

You can laugh.
You've done shit for the last two weeks.

We're way off target.

The bigger the crime wave,
the fewer arrests we make.

Can anyone explain that to me?

- It's called inflation.
- It's called Massina, too.

It's always Massina.
I'm sick of hearing about Massina.

If he's getting in your way,
why don't you lock him up?

He's slippery. He doesn't use the phone,
and he's always on his guard.

- And he's screwed our squealers.
- So get some more.

There's no shortage in Belleville.

Sure, chief.
I'll get onto it myself right away.

Have a nice weekend.

- So what do we do?
- We've come up with a candidate.

Who?

Andre Laffont, known as Dede Laffont.

He's known for organised crime,
rackets, armed assault.

A really cool guy.

Kicked off Massina's crew two years ago,
currently pimping.

But why would he grass?

Revenge. He's got old scores
to settle with Massina.

- Two years ago, Nicole Janet...?
- Danet.

...his girlfriend, screwed Massina.
- For free.

Dede went to Massina
to ask for an apology.

- But he was armed.
- A no-no.

In the end, Massina fined Dede
and booted him out.

Massina was right.
You can't trust a man who's in love.

Vice Squad. Don't move.
Gimme the dough and I'll let you go.

Don't shoot.

I can hardly resist.

You have to pay to touch.

Otherwise you'd be two-timing me.

I've got a surprise for you.
Guess what.

- You either eat it or wear it.
- You're getting warm.

- A cashmere sweater.
- How did you guess?

Who else would give me
a cashmere sweater in mid-summer?

Tough guys don't follow fashion.

Nice. Sabrina's got
an eye for a bargain.

- But I chose that one.
- You'll attract attention.

You see cops everywhere.

It's when you don't see them
that you need to worry.

To think that tonight, I'm gonna cook
you rolled leveret with pistachios.

What's that, exactly?

Two leverets, in fact.

Stuffed with liver, chicken breast,

with mushrooms, parsley,
and just a hint of garlic.

I still don't see...

- You don't see what?
- What's a leveret?

It's like a little rabbit.

- Better get the groceries.
- Are you going across the road?

Dollars again. I don't like that.
Too many fakes around.

- I can't ask Yanks to pay in francs.
- You're not a bureau de change.

Don't worry. If I hear the sirens,
I'll know it's for you.

- That's a bit risky.
- That's love for you.

Up you get! Come on!

Now sit.

- I wasn't too long?
- Same as usual.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

- Dede happy with his jersey?
- He loves it.

- You look tired.
- I've been here hours.

I'm totally wiped out.
Can't wait for my holiday in Brazil.

The doctor doing my injections asked,

"Do you want it
in your arm or your backside?"

I said, "In my arm,
it won't show so much."

Are you sure they're still together?

She was a good earner. I guess
the romance is still going strong.

There she is.

- How about it?
- How much?

- 300 Francs all included.
- It's cheaper in Pigalle.

Up yours, cheapskate.

- Want a lift, sweetheart?
- I'm busy.

Even the whores are racist.

Police. Papers.

You could say "please".
This isn't the Arab quarter.

Very classy.

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

Number 7, rue Barbet de Jouy.

- No pimp?
- Do they still exist?

- She looks like a dyke, anyway.
- Another woman-hating cop.

- Listen, honey.
- So we're old friends, are we?

- Shut it, you. We should take her in.
- Three times in one week is too much.

OK. We'll do you a favour
if you help us out.

- You cops aren't the Vice Squad?
- A hooker with brains.

What shall I confess to?
OK, I confess. I have got a pimp.

Danton, I've been with him five years.

Watch out, he's big. 85 kilos.

He's dangerous
and he's right behind you.

OK. Forget it this time.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Wait a minute, we've met before.

- No.
- We have.

Wait...

That's it, Dede. Dede Laffont.

- I haven't seen him for two years.
- Really?

That's fine, Nicole.

That's fine. See ya.

- See, she's not with him now.
- Wanna bet?

Hi, Nini.

You win.

We're off.

We'll bring them breakfast in bed.

Shit!

QUIET PLEASE

What is it, Dede?

Don't worry, babe.
They're not gangsters, they're cops.

Go and lie down.

You can't barge in without a warrant.

- That's only in the movies.
- They have every right.

Sit down.

I don't know him, he's a john.

- Keep photos of all your johns?
- Are they all the same size?

What a mess.

What's this shit?

- Found anything?
- Chateau Lafitte Rothschild '74.

- Lucky johns.
- I can screw whoever I want.

- Those are personal things.
- Calm down, you old tart.

- What's this?
- Rolled leveret with pistachios.

- It's good.
- You want a doggy-bag?

Not a bad idea.

Get dressed.

July 12, eight tricks.
July 13, ten tricks.

July 14, sixteen tricks.

Some party!

Hey, guys. I found the free gift.

Does he turn you on, your pimp?

- He's not my pimp.
- You've lived with him for four years.

Even before the Massina days.

You remember Massina.

Roger Massina.

You trashed my flat
to ask me about Massina?

- Clever, isn't she?
- Your guy's a washed-up clown.

It's Massina I want.
Play ball or Dede goes down for pimping.

Pimping and carrying a gun.
He'll get 18 months.

- I don't give him my money.
- Nothing to do with us.

You know the law.
A hooker can't live with a guy.

- It's living off immoral earnings.
- I'm offering you a deal.

I watch my own back,
not other people's business.

- Think about it.
- What for? I've had my say.

OK. But Dede's gonna pick up the bill.

Bastards. You never touch the pimps
that beat up their women.

- OK, we're bastards.
- Everyone says so.

- Is that it, then?
- It's only just begun.

Makes a lovely secretary.

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

"August 29, 1952."

Occupation? Housewife, I suppose.

Whore. I'd rather fuck for 500 francs
than for peanuts like your wife does.

- Common prostitute.
- How long have you been at it?

Fool.

Feel this. It's raw silk.

Does your wife wear silk?
I make 30,000 a month and I'm happy.

- And how much does Dede get?
- I don't know him.

- Here we go.
- Shut up, secretary.

I'm gonna slap her!

Be my guest. Smacking's free today.

Playtime's over. Lock her up.

You've no reason to do Massina
any favours. We know what he did.

Listen, I've never talked,
not even to the Special Squad.

So I'm not gonna start now
with small-time cops.

We'll see.

Come on.

Still a long way to go.

A long way to go.

She's a gangster's girl.
She's got balls.

- Dede Laffont.
- The great Dede, the real thing.

- Bank hold-up.
- Case dismissed.

- Shooting.
- Acquitted.

Break-in at the rue Choiseul.
Three-year sentence.

- Miscarriage of justice.
- There are lots more.

- Often investigated, rarely nailed.
- The Houdini of the gangster world.

- I've been retired for two years.
- On health grounds.

OK, let's get to the point, cop.

You'll get two years for pimping,
possession and withholding information.

- And what's the deal?
- Roger Massina.

Massina? Who's that?
Is he a film star?

200 francs in your pocket
and you're playing it cool.

You're just a small-time pimp, now.

- Let's talk about Massina.
- Is he always like this?

In 1970, you and Massina
were in the same prison cell.

The word is you
didn't just share a room.

Later on, you shared a woman too.

They're all slags.

Think Nicole is gonna stay
with an old clown like you for ever?

- She'll wise up.
- Massina says she's not bad.

- A hard worker and a good earner.
- She's gonna two-time you, pimp.

Scum.

You'll try anything.

I'd rather screw my own mother
than turn informer.

Don't be so rude.

Not his face. It leaves marks.

Now, then.
Why don't we talk about Massina?

OK. I know Massina.

He's scum. A coward, a killer.

- A killer?
- He killed Renick.

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

Renick? He's the grass Steve McQueen
has to protect in "Bullitt".

- Are you messing with us?
- Don't touch me, pig, or...

Or what?

- He's smashing his face up.
- Stop him, he's gone berserk.

Bunch of shits!

- Assholes!
- He's a smart arse.

We'll get hell from the chief for this.

Shits, rotten scumbags,
fucking bastards...

There's 20K
in my flat you can have.

- Take it and leave us in peace.
- Attempted bribery.

- That's not our style.
- You're a bunch of idiots.

See? Everyone says so.

- The only thing I want...
- Is Massina.

Since the Massina thing,
Dede's kept to himself.

- I only know whores and johns.
- Make new friends.

So I turn up at Roger's
out of the blue and say,

"Hi, Roger, long time no see."
Get real, guys.

I can give you a haul of stolen jerseys,
a break-in, a pimp, OK.

But don't ask the impossible.

I don't give a shit about small-timers.
I want the Belleville gang.

- Promise you'll leave Dede alone?
- Word of honour.

- Like you gave to Paulo?
- You too, huh?

- Give me ten days, then.
- A week.

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

I don't want Dede
to hear a word of this.

Did you squeal, or just promise?

Promised.

Well played.

- I don't know anything.
- OK. Bye.

Not surprising she hasn't called,
they left a week ago.

- A double-cross.
- It's just like a whore to lie.

When they're broke she'll be back.
Just a question of time.

OK, Vice Squad. Do your stuff.

- Thanks, Sabrina.
- Will you lay off me now?

Smells like pig.

Police!

Freeze or I'll shoot.

Don't move. Police.

OK, I won't move.

You should have seen him,
covered in shaving foam.

Santa Claus in boxers,
in the middle of summer.

Should've had his boxers
on his head.

Hello... Speaking.

Nicole.

You found my number?

That's not my problem.

It's all one-way with you, isn't it?

Place des Abbesses,

in an hour... Fine.

The bird is in the cage.

Hi.

You OK?

You could say that.

Come on, let's walk a bit.

- Did you see the Vice Squad?
- Not yet.

- Why not? It's urgent.
- Let's get something straight.

First, you promised me a tip
which never happened.

Second, I want guarantees this time.

I double-crossed you, so what?

If Dede knows I've squealed,
he'll kill me.

I betrayed him once, that's enough.
I'm a hooker, not a grass.

If you want Dede in the clear, help me.

Why pick on us?
We're not hurting anyone.

I want Massina and you're
part of the jigsaw, that's all.

There are plenty of hoods
in Belleville. Why us?

Because I like you.

So, do I let him off the hook or not?

IMMORAL EARNINGS
BRIGADE

You look like a real screw-up.

You look like a bloody cop.

- How's the old lady?
- Very well, thanks for asking.

A pimp doesn't have to worry
about his tart cheating on him.

So they say.
Why, have you got a problem?

I can see you two are old friends.

- The Vice Squad busted you?
- Vice, my ass. Don't talk crap.

What have you got on him?

Immoral earnings,
breach of banning orders,

resisting arrest
and assaulting police officers.

Don't forget indecent exposure
while you're at it.

How long's he looking at?

This adds up to three years.

And this'll bring it up to five.

You never miss a trick.

Can you give us a minute?

See you later.

It's serious, Dede.
Five years in jail.

- Thanks, you piece of shit.
- You're a real asshole.

Massina steals your girl,
kicks you out and fines you.

So you go down for five years
while Massina lords it over Belleville.

And Nicole?

Think she'll mourn for you?

- I'm not a squealer!
- It's not asking you to squeal.

I'm talking about revenge.

When I think how you were replaced
by guys like Petrovic,

Mohammed Djerbi,
the Lagrange brothers...

You're such an asshole.
You're better than trash like that.

Bloody cop.
Maybe I'm not as dumb as you think.

- Not in public, I've told you.
- Think you're Al Capone?

- I'm tired, that's all.
- OK.

- Overworked, are you?
- Yeah, that's right.

Crosswords, pinball,
went shopping, walked the dog

and to cheer myself up
I looked at my press clippings.

I'll help you write your memoirs.

Court hearings, prison visits,

15 hours of tricks a day
to pay the lawyer.

- Not to mention spending nights alone.
- That wasn't often.

So what's bugging you? Spit it out.

Have I done something wrong?

Everything revolves around you.
I'm pissed off, get it?

Yesterday they tried to nail me
for a small-time pimp. Me!

- Quiet, everyone can hear.
- So what?

I've kept my head down
and my mouth shut for two years.

That's not like you.
Are the cops getting to you?

The cops! Cops, gangsters,
I'm not scared of any of them.

- Palouzi, Massina, I don't give a shit.
- Don't screw up.

You can talk.
You're the one who screwed up big time.

The day you fucked Massina,
you shamed me. Betrayed me.

The biggest mistake I ever made
was to let a whore turn me on.

Don't go.

Nini...

What am I going to do?

- Hello, Rebecca.
- Hi, Dede.

Roger's waiting for you in the kitchen.

Needs salt.

Making pastilla?

Eggs, pigeon, chicken...

Cinnamon.

Almonds... Bravo, Roger.

Beats the old couscous routine.

Anyway, it's all water under the bridge.

I've got a nice bit of business.

I can't do it alone. It's too big.

You can't sell a Matisse
in the flea-market.

A big antique dealer on rue de Rivoli.

His shop's a fortress
but his house is Aladdin's cave.

Jewellery, bronzes, furniture...

Needs a good team.

What's it worth?

80 million.

Taste it.

It's just right.

Been to a fancy-dress party, have we?

I just left a john.
No time to change.

- Working nights, now?
- Special sessions.

4K a time.

What can I get you?

Nothing.

- Looks like you've been partying too.
- Night shift. Not so well paid.

Poor little you.

Your wife doesn't mind
you turning up in that state?

I'm not married.

A bachelor.

Maybe I should turn on the charm?

OK, that's enough.
I'm not here for fun and games.

Always on duty.

- OK, cop. I'm listening.
- You lost my number again?

- No, but I've been very busy.
- I know.

You've moved back to Belleville.

How do you know?

It's good, Dede's back with Massina.
You must have lots to tell.

Just doing bits and pieces.

- So is he pulling any jobs?
- I don't think so.

Dede doesn't talk about that stuff.

He hasn't talked for a month.
Come off it, Nicole.

Forgotten our deal already?

- What'll happen when Dede finds out?
- I've told you nothing.

That's why I'll say you're my top grass.

You're a real shit.
My only option's to get the hell out.

- Fine. I'll hassle Dede some more.
- You promised to lay off him.

What do you know
about keeping promises?

Coming for a walk?

The Lagrange brothers, Petrovic,
what are they up to?

They're Massina's lackeys.

Then there's Djerbi, Jeannot,
Mickey-One, a couple more.

- Djerbi?
- You know him?

- Where does he stash his dope?
- 32 rue Palikao.

- Are you sure?
- He's always there.

Either that's his stash
or he's screwing the concierge.

- You're a piece of shit, cop.
- I know.

- Doesn't it keep you awake at night?
- Not so far.

- OK?
- All right.

So... I guess you've run out?

Wait for me.
Come this way.

OK.

Keep a look-out and I'll be right back.

Party still going on, scumbag?

OK, he's coming out.

- Destruction of target imminent.
- Flying carpets straight ahead.

Run, Djerbi! You're almost at the oasis.

Shit.

Take that, cops!

Arab scum, you forgot something.

It's not mine. I found it.

Of course, you've done nothing.

We're the racists,
you're the victim, is that it?

This isn't yours either, is it?
We put it in your pocket.

It's not mine. I'm just doing a favour.

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

Here, have a line.

That's my savings. I'm buying
my poor mother a washing machine.

- What a good son!
- My savings!

I wanted to thank you for your letter.

- Letter?
- Don't you remember?

Apparently, someone hit you.

- You're hurting me.
- Insulted you.

And robbed you.

Captain.

Listen.

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

I think that's enough now, Captain.

Feels like a fake.

- But it sounds real.
- You can't do that.

Just doing my job.
You could be accused of forgery.

Wait, cut it out.

There's another way
to find out if they're fake.

If the flame's yellow,

they're real.

Shit!

They're real.

Know what I feel like?

I'd give anything
for barbecued scallops.

Like you made on my birthday.

I'll set up the barbecue
in the corridor.

Then we'll have the fire brigade
as well as the police.

Not easy being a Cordon Bleu chef
in a one-star hotel.

You call this a hotel?

Now it's gone quiet,
we could rent a studio flat.

Quiet?

Why would it go quiet?

Why would they leave us alone?

- The BT's too busy to chase pimps.
- You're right, I forgot.

I'm just a pimp.

Talking of cops,
have you heard from Palouzi?

- Who?
- Palouzi, the cop in the 13th Brigade.

He's not my type.

Cut the crap. What are you getting at?

There's nothing to get.

Palouzi arrests us and lets us go
and then he nabs Djerbi.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

If it got around Belleville,
it would look bad.

Why?

Worried about your image?

It was you who got nicked
and released by the Vice Squad.

You're so clever,
you probably promised them something.

Maybe Djerbi was your fault.

Don't speak to me like that.

- Playing the pimp, now, are you?
- What did you say?

You've never hit me. What's going on?

Calm down.

Calm down.

I'm scared.

Something bad's gonna happen.
We should never have come back.

Don't worry, it'll be OK.
I know what I'm doing.

Go on, cry.

If you cry, you won't piss so much.

They're spring-cleaning
now we've got Djerbi.

- What sort of stuff is it?
- Looks like kitchen equipment.

- Pressure cookers.
- Another high-profile case for us.

- Dede's earning pocket money.
- And still no tips for us.

Time we had a little talk.
The honeymoon's over.

I've got tonight's entertainment
all planned out, OK?

After dinner, we'll go to
a swinger's club, Chez Cleo.

Do you know it?

No? You should get out more, boys.

The women at Chez Cleo are all married
to dentists and solicitors.

- Classy stuff. Fancy it?
- The clap is all I need.

- Will Massina be there?
- Can't you forget about him?

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

He likes you though, doesn't he?

I'm not so sure.

You know his team?

The Lagrange brothers,
Petrovic, Djerbi. Ring any bells?

I know Djerbi. He's eating
his couscous in jail now, isn't he?

- Was it you or the narcs that got him?
- Narcotics.

Really? I thought
you guys were involved.

As back-up, it was on our patch.

Could have been a nice job
for the 13th Brigade. Pity.

- Why didn't you mention it?
- I didn't know.

That's weird. Everyone else did.

I think he's forgotten
the favour we did him.

I've got good manners.
I'm paying for dinner.

Think you can buy us with
a bit of crab meat and some oysters?

They're all the same.
OK, Dede, we're off.

- What about the lobster?
- Stand up.

- Watch it, I'm well-known in here.
- We're not.

My suit.

Are you crazy? What did I do?

- You're bullshitting us.
- No word from you since you came back.

Massina won't trust me
till I prove myself.

He's still bullshitting us.

The game's over, my friend.
You're going down.

- We've still got your statement.
- No girl, no mates, nothing.

You know why?

We're gonna tell the town
you're an informer.

- Get it?
- Understood.

When I get out,
I'll buy myself a coffin.

Two jobs.

An antique shop on rue de Rivoli
and a haul of paintings in St Honore.

- From that gallery last month?
- That's right.

Massina wants samples. If he likes
the stuff, he'll stash it somewhere.

- We can get him on that.
- Don't get excited.

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

Petrovic, probably.
Watch it, he's a nutter.

- When's it happening?
- I don't know. Soon.

- Your neck's on the line.
- Screw you.

And Dede...
Take a bath. You stink of fish.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. It's not over yet.

It's not over yet.

Hi, how's things?

Hey, kid.

- Sunday. It's all quiet.
- Where is everybody?

Arnaud and Picard
are on a pickpocket job.

And you're on the switchboard.

See what I mean?

- BT 13. How can I help?
- Palouzi, please.

- He's not here. Can I help?
- What's your name?

- Ange Simoni.
- I don't know you.

OK, listen. Tell Palouzi
the guys he wants are here.

Oasis Cafe on rue Jules Vernes.
They're in a blue Merc, 918 FE 75.

- What are they wearing?
- Want their shoe size, too?

Get a move on.
And you're only tailing them, remember.

Otherwise, I'm screwed.

Better tell Palouzi.

They might take off. We'll go now.

I don't know the case
and tailing takes more men.

Don't worry, kid.
With gangsters you have to improvise.

We're interested. But Massina
has to see the photos to okay the price.

- Why not see the paintings?
- That'd be better.

No, it's too dangerous.

They won't try any funny business.
We're old friends.

- Still packing a gun?
- Smith and Wesson 22. No big deal.

Show him the bullets.

The same ones they used on Reagan.

When they hit, they explode.

What have you got?

What have you got?

What a beauty!

Same as the Special Squad guys.

That's not all.
Wait till you see the surprise.

You're a one-man tank.

Petro... There are two guys out front.

One of them smells of pig.

Go out the back.

Take these.

A pack of Gitanes, please.

Stinks of cops in here,
don't you think?

Hey...

Are you a cop?

- OK, that's enough. Let's go.
- Going soft?

When the fruit's this fresh

and there's this much in every jar,

you know it's Bonne Maman.

That's given me an appetite.

What about you?

Who is it?

Petrovic.

In a few minutes,
the news at 11 o'clock

presented by...

What do you want?

It's important. Hurry up.

Come on. We're going for a walk.

- Why? What's going on?
- Ask Simoni.

- I don't get it.
- A fractured skull and two broken ribs.

I'll help him to understand.

- Shut it!
- Calm down.

Goddamn it!
It wasn't me, it was Petrovic.

- You should know, you were there.
- Put your shoes on.

Let's go.

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

We're going somewhere quiet to talk.

Lay off me!

Enough!

I'll give you Massina!

Come on, let's go home.

What happened last night?
What did you do?

Tell me, what do you want?

- Putting me off my food.
- Shut it.

I want to know what you're up to.

- Keep it down.
- Screw you. You're filth.

You're gonna get us killed.

Murder in Belleville.
BT 13 investigates.

- Finished your act?
- What act?

First Paulo, now us? I'm gonna
kick your balls into your ears.

Piece of shit!

- Get her out of here.
- You're filth!

Shut it. Whores don't
lay down the law around here.

What'll happen to Dede?

If he behaves himself, he'll be OK.

Cop's honour.

It's too risky to move the stuff.
It's not your kind of job.

- The biggest risk is a double-cross.
- Who would do that?

Laffont.

A small-time pimp with a job that big.
I don't trust him.

So what do we do?

The Lagrange brothers are sound but...

- Yes?
- We're from the phone company.

- Problems with your phone?
- I don't think so.

Really?

Could you check?
We've had reports of faults in the area.

Wait a moment, I'll find out.
Madame...

Here's his accomplice.

Right on time.

Only two minutes late.

Hats off.

OK, guys, we're off.

- Any problems?
- It was a nice job. Look.

Not bad at all.

- Ready to go?
- Change of plan.

Think he'll take the bait?

Dede says he will.

- That's all we need.
- This is Car 30.

We're listening in,
in case you need us.

Everybody out.

Smell a rat?

You could be right.

Good luck.

Massina won't guess it's a set-up,
not with Belge on the job.

It's the only way to get Massina
without implicating Dede.

You know, Tricky...

You should've been a film director.

Belge, as soon as you crash,
we'll be there.

What? I didn't hear a word.

I said, after the accident,
we'll be right there.

That's a bit crude.
Massina might not fall for it.

- Wait a couple of minutes.
- I can already see the papers.

"After a run-of-the-mill
traffic accident,

two cops on the beat
put an end to Massina's career."

Ready guys?
They've just turned in to rue Vellefaux.

They'll be there in two minutes.
Carlini will signal you.

Here they come, Carlini!

- That's not Mickey-One, it's Petrovic.
- Belge, you're on.

Carlini! It's Petrovic!

Call it all off!

Let's get it right. We owe it to Simoni.

- Tricky, do you read me?
- Go ahead.

- A screw-up. Petrovic is with Massina.
- Petrovic is trouble.

Petrovic is armed and a total nutcase.

- We can't risk it. Call it off.
- Nothing ever goes to plan.

Belge! Stop!

- Stop!
- It's been called off!

Belge, it's all off. Do you read me?

Do you read me?

Look out!

- Too late.
- What now?

- If we get involved, Dede's had it.
- So?

Calling all units. Carry on as planned.

Be careful. Petrovic is dangerous.

Bloody hell! Just what I need.

Bang goes my bonus.
We'll do a report.

- I'll move the van.
- Do it here. I've been had before.

What are we gonna do?

We can't do a report with a stolen car.

- Let's go then.
- He'll have to move his car first.

Would you be so kind
as to move your car?

No, we're doing the report right here.

- What a mess!
- Everything's going to plan.

One false move and I'll blow them away.

Look, don't mess me around.

Here. Take this and get lost.

That's not exactly legal, you know.
We're doing the report.

- That's over 10K.
- Sorry, but I won't hear of it.

OK, here's 20,000 for your shitty car.
Now piss off.

- That's enough of that!
- Bloody perfect citizen.

That's all we need.
Come on, get out the way.

- Don't be stupid.
- Put it away.

- That does it!
- OK, let's go.

Weren't Arnaud and Picard
supposed to nab them?

Look.

That's gonna screw it up.

- Set-up!
- Someone squealed.

Fucking cops.

Get down!

Down!

- Get inside.
- Go home. Take cover.

Don't shoot!

Mommy! I'm scared!

- Did you see where he went?
- He can't be far away. Stay down.

- Picard, have you seen him?
- No.

Tricky, what now?

Bullet straight to the heart.

Like my latest Belgian joke?

Arnaud! Carlini!

It came in useful after all.

Shit!

Think I'll get compensation?

I think he's in there.
I'll take the side door.

Hey, Captain!

Throw down your gun!

Your jacket. Slowly!

Slowly!

Captain, over here!

- Arnaud! Carlini!
- Watch him, be careful!

Carlini, go left. Arnaud, right.
I'll go down the middle.

I don't believe this...

Another police screw-up.

- Massina's on the run.
- He won't get far.

Freeze!

Don't move!

Don't move.

Arnaud, give me the cuffs.

Don't move...

Forget the handcuffs.

Stand back.

Put some bullets into his gun.

Dede.

You nearly got me.
You were almost there.

Hats off.

Move.

Go on.

End of the line for squealers.

- Hello?
- Nini.

- Is that you?
- I'm in trouble. I need to see you.

You know the Hotel Fortuny?
I'll see you there in half an hour.

- Dede?
- Massina.

Shit.

Cop's honour. Whore's honour.

What did you say?

We need to find Dede
before the gangsters do.

Don't run, Dede,
or else you're screwed.

If you don't go to the cops,
the others will get you.

You think they'll just forget about you?

Are you crazy, or what?

Give myself up?
Did you see what happened?

Cops wounded, people killed,
they won't forgive that.

- I'm getting the hell out.
- Like in the movies.

- Just like in the movies.
- Please, Dede, they'll kill you.

Phone Palouzi, it's your only chance.

Do you think I'm a mug?

You think I'm finished,
you're gonna dump me?

No...

I love you.

I love you.

Please...

Find me a car.
A white Peugeot, anything.

Something anonymous.
Go to Alphonso and pay cash.

Bring it to Porte de Champerret
at six o'clock.

In the middle, where the buses are.

They'll kill you.

They'll kill you.

Another Martini, please.

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