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PASHA

Hero of 39-40,

agent for the Resistance,

Liberation fighter...

Albert Gouvion has always been on the front line.

Albert Gouvion has always served France.

But more than the patriot,

more than the crack policeman,

it is the friend we are mourning today.

There's no need to mourn really.

Albert's just coming back to St Denis.

After a long pointless campaign.

He can rest his bones, weary from all his antics,

here at home, by the Seine.

Before the concrete came,

this was where we'd watch the boats.

We'd pretend barges were bound for Shanghai

or the Golden Gate bridge.

Albert must have continued to believe

in this and that. Maybe that's why he died.

That and his wild fancies.

Everyone talks about heart attacks, cirrhosis,

cancer...

The worst illness there is

is giving all your love to one woman.

But I'd better begin at the beginning.

This is how it started.

I warn you, this is a priceless collection.

The insurance decides on a figure.

But replacing stones of this quality would be nigh on impossible.

You're taking them to Amsterdam?

No. We stop at the Belgian border.

I'm glad to see the back of them. Five nights on duty!

We'll be off then. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Take it easy. We've plenty of time.

Round you go. I'll drive.

- Have a safe trip. - Thanks.

Put your belt on.

They've just set off. Good luck.

OK, go!

Ready!

- They're here. - Let's go.

OK.

Stop!

Get out!

That's wide enough.

See you later!

Don't worry, we'll tidy up.

You lost two outriders.

It's fortunate, in my opinion.

You can use them to cover up the others' cowardice.

You know what else I think?

Your men weren't up to it.

Such inefficiency could be seen as connivance.

I shall say as much in my statement to the press.

Getting told off by a prick like that!

I ignored him. I didn't want to aggravate the situation.

Only a handful of men are capable of a job like that.

Emile the Genoese, Kodréanis,

Marcel Lurat, the Stéphanois, Vincent Angelotti...

I want to know their movements.

OK.

Now Albert. Why did he drive off the road?

Who knows.

We have to find out.

I think he got scared.

Scared! I doubt that.

Poor reflexes, maybe, he's a lousy driver.

But I'd be surprised if he was scared.

Getting shot at by a bazooka surprises you too.

Only three fences are able to handle such a big job.

Sammy Karakatjian.

He's been in hospital for a week. Prostate.

Marcel Courgue, cruising in the Caribbean.

And...

Léon Brunet...

Just left for Rome on the 1.15 flight.

We'll set Interpol on him.

Very well, Sir.

- Well? - We're rounding up suspects.

Get on with it.

I just got the willies.

You saw a hedgehog crossing?

I saw me and the kid Marc decapitated by their thing.

I know what those things can do.

I saw them in '39. I could say where.

Me too. In your tank in the Ardennes, I know all that.

I'm not criticising your tank driving

just your car driving.

I was spooked.

Afraid! I was afraid if you must know.

Is that what you wanted?

- I'm not rejoicing. - You are!

You've waited ages for this!

Waiting for me to chicken out.

I've been taking the hits for 20 years!

Why not recite me your Fearless Freddie comic!

When we collared

Joe Bigfeet, you scored brownie points.

We both owe Joe.

You promotion and me 6 months in hospital.

This morning I saw a posthumous medal coming.

That shell really scared you.

I only saw you back down once, at youth club.

That guy asked you out and you didn't move.

I was screwing his sister!

You had a reason. Maybe you had one today.

Don't you think you're pushing it? Where's this leading?

I'm asking you.

If it's an interrogation, have sandwiches sent up!

What are you thinking?

When they put fools in orbit, you'll be spinning for ever.

Intercept Léon Brunet and ascertain travel motive.

Leave the gate open.

It's pay-day!

Jackpot of the century! Four winners

Only!

Oh, yeah!

I don't believe it!

Just look at it!

Why are you here? Problems?

Boucheron doesn't suspect a thing.

You're not alone?

My wife's next door. But she won't say anything.

I'm sure.

Bring some coffee through!

You're mad!

No! Nestor is beaten.

He went too soon, he lost his second place.

First Mélusine, second Mort la loi, third Minipinson.

Tiercé numbers in order: 8, 2, 11.

If Nestor IV had saved his strength

and not gone out so far

he would have won.

Timing is of the essence!

You took your time.

I was beginning to worry.

I had to see the others first.

Here, look.

Wow! I'd gladly wait for you every day for this.

Yes, it's me.

What?

Morning, Sir. Officer Marquet. I'm the one who called you.

Well done.

It happened about an hour ago.

He was cleaning his gun. He must have left a round in it.

Neighbours heard a gunshot.

They called the concierge, but it took him a while...

He was killed instantaneously.

Send the gun to the lab, anyway.

They won't tell us much. It's an accident.

A regrettable accident.

So was the death of Louis XVI.

I don't get it. We all clean our guns now and then.

At 6 in the morning!

A guy with 20 years' service doesn't leave a round in the spout.

I don't believe it.

Albert wouldn't have committed suicide over something stupid.

Who mentioned suicide?

So we put everyone on it?

On what! Do we haul everyone in,

interrogate villains who'll produce alibis

confirmed by every clown in Pigalle?

This time they've fired one shot too many.

Albert was a funny old cove, though.

He was no great shakes as a childhood friend.

He was a constant pain. It started off at school.

He was ashamed of his boots. I had to lend him some.

Then it was algebra. "I don't get it,“ he'd say.

So I did them for him.

That sucker's always had problems!

Worse and worse ones.

But what can you do? He was my mate.

Stay on him, two.

- Have you seen Quinquin? - I don't know any Quinquin.

It's urgent. We need the last known address

of Jacques Vittoret, nicknamed "the Stéphanois".

Marcel? I'm calling about Gouvion's death.

We need information about Kid Angelotti.

We're following every lead.

I need to know his new address, how he lives, everything.

Quickly. Thanks, bye.

Jacques Vittoret, "the Stéphanois",

in hospital following road accident.

Kodréanis is in London. He was in a poker game

that lasted 36 hours. It was in the papers.

Angelotti has gone to Corsica.

Married, owns a house... Look like he's retired.

Emile the Genoese follows a strict rhythm.

He plays guitar all the time.

Recording studio by day. The Blue Note by night.

He must get cramp now and then. Check it out.

OK.

I might have something interesting.

Yesterday, Marcel Lurai played poker at the Korean's.

Let's take a look. When a cop gets killed

suddenly all the villains play poker.

The Korean's on the right.

After the dogs' cemetery and the gasworks.

This really is a crummy area.

- Thanks a lot. - Why?

I was born here. Albert too.

It's true, it has changed.

- You think that's it? - Sure of it.

In that shop there

they'd sell liquorice sticks and lucky dips.

They were comets with coloured paper.

Let's go, then.

We're honoured!

Better yet, I brought my chief constable.

Nice of you to drop in. Usually I get summoned.

They tell us we have to be more friendly.

- Looking for someone? - Marcel Lurat.

Who?

Quinquin. The guy who was playing poker

the night one of my mates shot himself cleaning his gun.

When did he leave the table?

He didn't.

Will you tell the judge that?

Under oath.

Right.

Come on. We'll talk in here because of the noise.

What noise?

The noise we'll make.

Excuse us. The hall is hired for the night.

- Who by? - The policeman's ball.

On your bikes. It's a private party.

- What about my dinner? - Eat it tomorrow.

- Get out! - Leave me alone!

I've not finished.

It's the first time I've seen that.

Maybe you never will again. Or anything, for that matter.

It depends.

Well, do we have to carry you?

Who was at this poker game?

Me, little Joe from Nanterre...

Lucky André and Freddie the Mexican. I get the picture.

Listen to this. If one of us kills the other

you'd get put away, I'd get a medal.

Unfair, but that's how it is.

You've got 40 years' service against you. So choose.

Who was at the poker game?

My respects, Sir.

That's not why I sent for you. Sit down.

What about the jewels?

We're checking alibis.

And exposing some of them.

We found one at Marmottan. Doesn't even remember his name.

I do. Abdel Shmil, alias the Korean.

Did he spill the beans?

Yes. But others won't be telling any tales.

Lyon Léon, Arséne "the locksmith", Hamburg Hortz...

We're losing lots of customers.

Must be a bad year.

Another report... more confidential.

You seem to have managed

to keep the press from talking about Léon's death.

The guy who rubbed him out didn't advertise it either.

I reckon all these deaths are connected.

You be the judge of that.

Now let's tackle a less happy subject.

That's why I sent for you, really.

Albert's death.

It's slow progress.

I'd prefer progress to be fast.

Look, Louis, just between us...

I don't want Albert's killer to escape.

Trust me. Nobody's going to escape.

Telex No. 34,523 from the Paris police,

to prefectures throughout France.

Copy to Interpol.

Concerns Boucheron case. Seek urgently

Marcel Lurat, alias "Quinquin

Suspected of murder. Stop.

Pass on all recent intelligence.

If spotted,

discreet surveillance. Stop.

Signed, Chief Constable Joss. Stop.

Be99il1g now?

Don't joke. It's for Albert's wreath.

Oh, sorry.

Poor Albert! For once he's going home

instead of squatting with that kid.

What kid?

That kid Nathalie.

Oh, that's right.

Right, back to business.

- We've got witnesses! - I don't know the Stéphanois.

Start again!

It's stabilised now. Switch off the lights.

The picture's good.

Did you know Albert knew someone called Nathalie?

Yes.

Well, I knew more or less. Unofficially.

What do you mean?

I think her name's Villar or Vimar, something like that.

She works in a cabaret club called the "Hippies".

Albert mentioned her once or twice.

- Not to you? - No, not to me.

Miss Nathalie Villar, please.

Over there.

Scotch.

Brunet!

Yes?

Chief Constable Joss.

You don't know me but I know you.

I tried to reach you in Rome.

Indeed.

Business trip?

I was asked the same question, but less courteously.

And I was searched.

Indeed!

Might I ask the reason for all this interest?

Probably just curiosity.

You've been spending 10 grand a week for years.

People wonder where it comes from.

Petty, I know, but the police have always been petty.

I do hope you'll tell me, though.

No doubt. Count on it.

Very well. Good evening.

Miss Villar?

That's right.

Chief Constable Joss. Could I have a quick chat?

What about?

Albert Gouvion.

Oh, poor Albert!

Yes, poor Albert.

We could have dinner together. I finish in 15 minutes.

Fine, I'll wait for you.

Sorry, I completely forgot.

We're expected at the Calavados. Do you mind not being alone?

Not at all.

Come along, then.

Violette, Odile and Mr...

Antoine.

A friend of Albert.

- Poor Albert! - It came as a shock.

Indeed.

I only know what was in the papers.

- How did the accident happen? - It wasn't an accident.

What's your job?

Cop.

- And you're a barmaid? - Depends on when.

Really?

You like her?

- Who? - Violette.

She seems nice.

We'll start with champagne.

Unless Uncle Antoine prefers white or rosé.

No. Champagne will be fine.

I'll have a scotch.

Waiter, a scotch!

Champagne makes me dizzy.

- It's wonderful! - I am starving.

We already ordered. ls caviar OK?

That's what I'd have ordered.

I wonder if we share the same tastes in everything.

And to follow, poached lobster.

Great! Shall I butter some toast?

With pleasure.

Did they butter Albert's toast?

No, I did. He was your friend. Did you know him well?

I thought so.

Listen, he knows some great jokes.

You know the one about the rabbi at the Vatican?

- Yes. - Never mind.

- I'll tell it anyway. - Yes, go on.

It was easy at first. We'd see each other now and then.

But no one died of it.

Then he gradually became jealous.

He'd drop in at 8 in the morning to see if I was alone.

Then he began bringing his things

and moving in.

"I don't want you to work. We'll live together."

When I asked what with, he'd say, "I'll manage."

Did he commit suicide because he couldn't?

He didn't, he was rubbed out.

And St Peter said, "Amen!"

What are you doing in Paris? We have a good time in Bordeaux!

Joyeux anniversaire !

I was fed up of their jokes.

Me too. Shall I drop you off?

No, I'll drop you off.

Basically Albert was a straight sucker like any other.

- He was nice. - Yes, but still a sucker.

The kind of man who wanted to break everything but never did.

The kind who asked questions, especially in bed.

I know something about that.

Why do we love each other? Why don't we? Why do we drink?

Why haven't we been awarded the Legion of Honour?

You know Brunet?

He's different. He's there every night.

He phones for an hour every morning.

There should be clinics for obsessives.

There were. We closed them.

You didn't eat a thing.

- I've some ham and eggs. - No, thanks. I have to sleep.

- You scared me. - We called

but no one answered.

- What do you want? - You know Ernest Litcher?

- Ernie the Hat? - The same.

Guess what he was caught stealing?

Guessing games at this time! Go on.

Postmen's uniforms. He mentioned Olivier Brunet.

Interested?

Got your car? Come on.

Answer.

It's worse than a crime.

I could go down for three years.

Sounds about right.

Why did you nick the uniforms?

You'd better come clean.

We're listening. Relax.

Tell us about it.

Evening, Ernest.

Evening, Chief Constable.

You don't seem too well. Neither do I.

I've just had a look at your file.

Five years for the Rue de Douai

and five more for the Rungis shoot-out.

Now you thump a watchman to nick clothes from the State.

Not very clever.

There's something I don't get.

What's Brunet got to do with all this?

- Brunet? - Yes. You mentioned him.

Just in passing, maybe. I don't really remember.

Take your time. Think about it. And other stuff too,

because with your form you're facing relegation.

You'll be out in time for the old folks' home.

You could always tell them your life story, but still...

It's no way to end your life.

Oh, shit! Stop it!

The main thing is to face the judge like a man, head high.

You never know what'll happen afterwards.

I want to talk to you.

That's why we're here.

Yes, but... man to man.

If you wouldn't mind, gents... Ernest is rather shy.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

I've been invited on a luxury cruise.

25 grand to escort a postal van.

So we need the suits.

Brunet's the fence?

Yes... together with Emile.

Which Emile? I know 25.

The Genoese.

Well, well!

They can afford it. This will make them two billion...

Like you said, you've moved up in the world.

Alfred! Come through.

Let's get down to detail. Where, when and how?

I don't know where.

Nor when. But it concerns a transfer

from Swiss banks to the French National Bank.

Half in dollars, half in marks.

Sir...

Ernest is leaving. Give him his tie and laces.

And the clothes he stole.

He has a delivery to make and 48 hours in which to do it.

That's not long.

It's enough. And if nothing comes of your trip

I've another ticket for you.

Serge!

Wrap the uniforms for the gentleman.

Morning, Sir.

Busy night?

Any news on the Genoese?

Still into music. Why?

We'll go and give him the beat. Come on.

I thought you'd destroyed Quinquin's alibi?

- Isn't that enough? - No.

Emile's a quiet kind of guy.

I know. It's a quiet kind of world.

The villains quietly shoot each other.

And your mate Emile quietly holds up a postal train.

I'm sick up to here with your quiet men.

Listen to the organ It's playing for you

The tune is awful, it's true

Hope you like it Sounds kinda cool

It's a requiem

For a fool

I composed it especially for you

You were a villain through and through

On your pasty face And on the prison wall

I'll carve your disgrace

Poor fool!

That's great, Serge.

Still playing, Emile?

Yeah.

I spend half my life doing this.

We're not interested in that half.

What do you want?

- Not to talk records. - The Boucheron hold-up.

Funny, I get fingered for all the top jobs.

You're a star in your way.

Where were you on the 10th?

The jewels van was held up in the daytime.

Sergeant Gouvion was killed at night.

You can't hang that one on me!

If there's a cap lying around, we have to find a head to fit it.

I don't want to curb your enthusiasm...

but if you're talking about caps, leave Gouvion out of it.

What do you mean?

I like a tidy world.

With villains on one side and cops on the other.

With your mate,

we weren't sure what side he was on.

Hanging around us, he ended up making friends.

Family, if you will.

Have you heard of Lyon Léon?

Vaguely.

Didn't you know

Gouvion went with his sister?

No, but I'm here to learn.

And you may scoff

But what is there about it

That turns you off?

To me it's all the same, whether it's kind or cruel

I'll sing it once again

Poor fool!

Come in, I'm in here.

Look...

We talked about Albert but not Léon.

Léon? Which Léon?

Lyon Léon. Forgotten your little brother?

They called him that after he held up the Crédit Lyonnais.

The start of a brilliant career.

Just a matter of direction.

If we didn't bring food home we'd watch the others eat.

It shapes the character.

The Villar family went to borstal when we were 18.

As others would go to the seminary.

Let me tell you a secret from my youth.

Albert always chose his bedfellows poorly.

Ten times I've rescued him from a mess.

I thought he'd slowed down at 60. I was wrong.

He met a bitch like you who led him on.

Don't talk to me like that. I didn't do anything!

Albert had debts all over.

Seeing this, it's not surprising!

I never asked for a thing.

He couldn't help it. He always wanted...

To look the part.

Yes. I reckon it was that.

He bought me lots of stuff to look rich.

He got into big card games to look tough.

One day he even hit me, so he'd look like a man.

He even adopted your way of speaking.

And he ended up looking like what he was:

a guy down on his luck.

So he began closing his eyes to a good many fiddles

and then by doing favours. - For Léon?

I'm not mentioning any names.

My brother's not in trouble. He called today.

He wants to meet. I don't know where he is.

At the morgue.

They found him in his car. He'd been shot.

Who by?

Quinquin. He killed Albert.

I don't care about Albert!

Like I don't care about Léon.

Don't you think we've a reason to stitch him up,

our friend Quinquin?

It wasn't your brother who phoned. It was Quinquin, wasn't it?

Yes.

Why do you think?

To kill you.

When he calls back, I'll tell you where to set up a meeting

and you'll go.

And get killed.

No, offer him a two billion-franc job.

Will he listen?

When money talks loud enough, everyone listens.

Oh, Marcel. On your own?

- Is Léon late? - No.

Your brother's becoming unbearable.

That's why I wanted to see you.

I'm furious.

So am I.

I've not heard a word. It's like he was dead.

He's not even come for his dough. It's odd.

I thought he'd be here. Why go to this trouble?

So you'd come. I've an urge to travel.

The South Sea Islands, Bora Bora... Ever been there?

Will you take me?

You don't take sausages to Frankfurt.

You could say "flowers to Holland".

Anyway, I'm weighing anchor.

But not with the stash.

I've 80 grand I don't need. Where can I leave it?

0!? you?

Don't be stupid!

I rented a house in St Germain. Shall we drop in?

I'll give it you and head off.

It's goodwill week!

You offer me 80 grand. I'm offering 20 times that.

Shame we have to grow up. I used to like fairy tales.

I'm serious, Marcel.

Before your ironmongery snatch, Léon was on a job.

A real one!

It's a solid gold job. Everything's sorted

but Léon's on the run.

I haven't got the muscle to hold up the stagecoach.

I thought Emile would help me.

I know plenty of Emilee.

- The Genoese. - He hasn't got the bottle!

That's what I figured.

Nice of you to think of me

but I only work when I need to.

And I'm not in the market for now.

Before we get back to business,

how much is involved in your little scheme?

Two billion.

You were right.

Mention money and their brains stop working.

But why didn't you arrest him? I don't get it.

Because he'd be tried.

With ten killings to his name, his lawyer

would plead for committal. They'd send him to an asylum,

he'd escape and start again.

And I don't want that.

You could have said what floor. I've tried three already.

I didn't expect any thanks...

So what news on the hold-up?

I told you, a train robbery. The English influence!

You'll be buying masks at Old England next!

When is it?

Monday 19th. The money is loaded at Basle.

The train stops at Chaumont for 3 minutes.

Emile and his boys, disguised as postmen, jump in the wagon.

The train sets off. They put the real postmen to sleep.

Second stop, 2 minutes at Troyes.

They take the dough, the train leaves.

But Emile carries on by road

and takes the money to Brunet, who's waiting at Boulay sugar plant.

I wouldn't do this for anyone but you.

Let's get one thing straight, Ernest.

You need me, I need you, so we deal.

A robber turned grass. You don't expect me to kiss you!

Go on.

- Got a pencil and paper? - Yes.

Note this.

The postal van leaves Troyes station

around 4.30 pm.

It sets off in the direction of St Florentin

on the Nationale 77.

Brunet will be waiting at the Boulay sugar refinery

to make the trade. You see?

When Quinquin calls, throw him that one.

Have you any family outside of Paris?

Yes. A cousin in Romorantin.

Go and see her and come back on Monday night,

not before. Got it?

Remember your brother.

You see?

I'd prefer to hear it from your own mouth.

OK. Where do we meet up?

Is it hard for you to drop by?

No, I've a car.

Go to St Germain...

I'll write it down. Saint-Germain turn-off. Yes?

- Take the third on the left. - Third on the left.

About 200 metres on, the road forks...

Road forks after 200 metres.

There's a woodland path.

Woodland path.

You'll see a gardener's house with a greenhouse.

Don't worry, I'll find it. See you later.

There's only one road from Troyes to St Florentin.

That's the Nationale 77.

The money will be there. You can't miss it.

I never miss.

Yes, I know.

Like a drink?

If you like.

She was a good girl. She liked Albert.

He was going to marry her. What's eating you?

Nathalie Villar. Léon Villar, alias Lyon Léon.

Same family...

So what?

- That's what's eating me. - That's a cop talking.

Sorry!

She hardly saw her brother. And Albert was straight.

Is that your version?

I'd rather like it to be ours.

There's no love letters so I read the telegrams.

Eleven dead.

The same killer, you reckon.

- Quinquin? - Yes.

- You've got proof? - No.

Nab him and he'll be out the next day.

Not if I send him where he sent Albert.

Listen...

I'm fed up with villains, I've taken 40 years of them.

I've swallowed their shit every which way.

They kill, but society and women like that.

They think it's romantic, I don't. I've taken a decision.

I'm not sending them for trial any more.

No more technicalities or remissions.

I'm going to throw a St Valentine's Day party.

- See what I mean? - Bravo!

You want me to cover you?

No, I don't much care. I'll have finished in six months.

You've prepared the speeches and the cakes.

What can happen? They'll take away my cake?

You're simplifying somewhat.

Let's simplify then. I need ten men, Paul.

- When for? - Monday.

And Monday is wash day.

How's Blanche, anyway?

Fine, thanks.

The invitation for dinner stands.

I warn you, it'll be hairy. So listen carefully.

Monday at 11.36, two billion in foreign currency

leaves Basie station

You will be escorts.

Here are your postal uniforms.

Put padding in your hats. At the first stop

Emile the Genoese and his men will jump you.

Got that?

At 3.23 the train will stop

at Chaumont station.

We get on.

Chaumont. Got it?

This is Troyes.

Troyes. You wait at the station with the cars.

Right.

That's the Nationale 77 leading to the sugar refinery.

Brunet is waiting to change the dollars for real money.

Everyone got that?

If you get lost, don't ask a yokel for directions.

On the way to the meeting with Brunet,

the Genoese will think he sees Quinquin.

And it'll be him.

They'll start shooting right away.

The winner will get to the meeting

and fall upon our archers.

If all goes well, it'll be as famous as Azincourt.

Don't look at me like that!

It's not my fault you're here.

This is all down to your boss, the chief constable.

As you should be real postmen

and get hit on the head, why not have a little drink.

Might as well.

As we're going to get hit...

Exactly.

There!

I like watching you.

You really are a shit.

Here's the mail!

Regional check.

Regional check!

Regional check... What's that mean?

Let's go.

Help us move it.

I prefer a good alibi.

We received orders from Paris

about an attack.

This is the new security itinerary.

Part by rail, the rest by road.

That's why all your lorries

are parked outside my station!

- I did wonder. - There you go.

What's happening?

Wait!

I... I'll open it for you.

Thanks.Bye!

Well, at least the mail won't be late.

Drop it, or I shoot.

Surrender! You're surrounded.

See, it's harder to take it than to dish it out.

You never thought of that.

Why did you shoot me?

That was from Albert Gouvion.

"Old boots Albert", "the terror of the Ardennes",

"the ladykiller".

My mate...

the king of fools!