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Enough, Lupo.
This was only a warning.

Come!

The Mandarin again?

Look, Roger, you must give up!

I created this joint alone,
and it's a clean business.

I don't want to hear
about their drugs.

I don't want to deal coke
to sixteen year-old kids.

Hello? Yeah,
I'd like to speak to Tavernier.

Yes, to mister Tavernier himself.

Roger Dassa here.

He's out?

Well, listen, can you relay a
message to Mr. Tavernier?

Roger Dassa tells him to
fuck off.

My answer is no,
and it will always be no!

We've been called about
a fist fight in the back alley.

Didn't hear a thing.

- Did you fall?
- As you may see.

In barbed wire?

Incredible!
You guessed the whole thing.

If by any chance
you'd like to fill a complaint...

Against whom?

Well, you never know.

You're aware of where to ask?

Do you think he understood?

It would almost be better if he did.

Come on! Can you picture me
working with the cops?

The cops and the Mandarin
are the same thing.

He's protected.

It's the same everywhere.

In Dakar, the goons who
sunk our boat

have not been arrested, because
they paid off the police.

That was a long time ago.

Come on, we've nothing more
to do here.

With your arm, don't you
want me to drive you home?

I'll be alright.

- Roger?
- Yes, Dan?

- No, nothing. Bye.
- Bye.

- Helene...
- Good morning, Dan.

We've got nothing
to say to each other.

I'm absolutely not responsible
for what happened.

Everytime Roger had... trouble,
you were there.

And now he's dead.

What happened was not my fault.

If I'm guilty of anything,

it's of not having been there,
as you put it.

He's got a fractured skull,
his plexus was crushed,

and his limbs
fractured in seven places.

- Anything else?
- Don't you think that's enough?

I was hoping for... who knows?
A bullet, a knife wound.

Roger Dassa
didn't commit suicide,

anymore,
than he accidentally fell, doctor.

I'm sorry, inspector.

- Are you looking for someone?
- Yes.

- Man, woman, child?
- Man.

- A relative?
- A friend.

- Do you have a description?
- Yes...

Five-seven, 175lbs. Chestnut hair.
And a foul temper.

- Favenin!
- Still bathing in formaldehyde?

Yeah, a sad story.

I'm sure there was foul play but,
of course, there's no evidence.

- As usual.
- As usual.

Sometimes I
wonder if everybody's

not praying to God
for the lack of evidence.

This is a rotten city.

Not worse that anywhere else.

Do you think so?
I'm glad to see you again.

How's Jany?

And what about your two kids?
They must be growing up.

They sure are.

Christine and you must
come and have dinner with us.

Jany will cook a chili con carne,
her specialty.

I remember that last time
she burned it.

Yes, come in.

Some gentlemen
are waiting downstairs.

I'll join them soon.

Gentlemen?

My name is Georgy.
Georgy pretty smile.

And this is Lupo.
And this is Tony.

Helene Dassa.

I didn't know that
Roger was a married man.

He wasn't married.
He had a sister.

Please allow me to
offer you my condolences

for the cruel loss
that you just suffered,

and which affects me too.

You're a very well-bred murderer.

Your pain is leading
you astray, I'm afraid.

You do work for Mr. Tavernier,
don't you?

Yes, I represent him, indeed.

Let's go straight to the point, then.
What do you want?

That's quite simple.

I want to see
Roger Dassa's successor.

I'm aware of all
my brother's business.

I and I alone, am entitled
to make a decision.

Roger Dassa said no.

Well it's still no.

You're a thick-headed family.

Yes. And now you can ask your
stooges to walk you to the door.

Stooges... Well, listen, stooges.

Take a good look around.

This is a trick of the eye.

In truth, you are not here,
and never have been.

Should some bad guys,
coming from who knows where,

decide to annoy this lady.

What would they do,
in your opinion?

Think they might smash everything.

Exactly...
They smash everything.

Like this.

No more bottles!

No more piano!

No more counter!

No more drapes!

The coming of the Vandals!
The end of the world!

This is Waterloo.

This is the Berezina!

This is Armageddon!

They do the same silly
things every Saturday.

I'm coming to help you, Jany.

- Faster, faster.
- Come on! Bedtime! Quick.

That's right.
You never drink alcohol.

Do you know what
they did to him?

They transfered him for
unruly behavior. It's repellent.

Let's forget this.

It's an opportunity for us
to see each other again.

Like in the good old days.

What about telling me
what's bothering you?

This is what's bothering me.

- Mister Tavernier?
- The Mandarin.

Import-export in Indochina.

He was involved in the piaster traffic but,
fortunately for him,

a general was in it too.

He's now in real estate.

He's got friends everywhere, in the
public as well as the private sectors.

This is the "heads" side.

What about tails?

Extorsion. Blackmail. Drug trafficking.
Underage prostitution.

And no evidence?

Never a single piece of evidence or
a single witness.

His stooges are well-known,

you can find them
behind every dirty trick,

but he himself, is never involved.

And since he's got
friends in high places,

we are politely required
to mind our own business

bums, strikers, hippies and students.

But I'd like to show
you something anyway.

- Right now?
- Right now.

...about concertation that our
government wants to establish,

will welcome a large
exchange of ideas.

That's why, as protractor of the
new law in project

about new forms of criminality,

I want to clearly stress today

that each and every breach of the law
will be severely repressed.

Most citizens in this
country want order,

and we're going to
bring it to them tirelessly...

Down with fascism!
Down with fascism!

Those who are screaming
at the back of the room

should not talk about fascism,
repression or dictatorship.

The bloke there is "Pretty Smile",

one of the Mandarin's men.

Absolutely! I insist that they
don't know the meaning of the words.

Can you picture us
taking orders from Pretty Smile?

Well, now that the Mandarin
is going into politics,

that's what will happen
if he's elected.

Just thinking about it makes me shiver.

...and this project should
inspire all those who...

I'll wander in the room for a while.

- Good evening, Barnero.
- Good evening, sir.

Control yourself, officer.

You're wearing your
thoughts on your face.

There are accomplices
of the Mandarin here, sir.

Can you imagine him elected a deputy
of the majority in the next election?

One, he's not candidate...
not yet.

Two, keep those thoughts
to yourself, Barnero.

Granted, not everyone
likes Mr. Tavernier,

but a policeman has
no business dabbling in politics.

Politics, sir?

I know what you're thinking.

Don't say it.
You want to succeed, Barnero?

I've got two kids, sir.

Then you should work
with them in mind.

Nobody's asking you to right
all of the wrongs in the world.

Of course, boss.

Trust an old cop on this, Barnero

the police are made
to serve society as it may be,

not to change it.

- The police? The doctor?
- I phoned only you, mister Dan.

- What about her?
- Upstairs.

Call doctor Gibault right now!

Tell him to come immediately,
but not here, my place.

Alright, sir.

Hello, Viletti? I need you.

Don't worry.
Nothing's broken.

The sedative I gave her
will make her sleep.

Her arm?

Nothing's broken, I tell you.

In a few days,
she won't even feel it.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, doctor,
and thanks. Here.

- Hi, Viletti.
- Hi, Dan.

- Helene?
- She's OK. Sleeping.

- Is it serious?
- No. Not that much.

Lots of bruises mostly.

Look, Viletti, I called you
because of the Mandarin.

You want to punish him?

No...
I'm going to kill him.

I thought you gave that up.

Roger and now Helene.
It's too much.

The best place to see
the Mandarin, is his gaming circle.

I thought about it.

Every Saturday night,

he goes there around 2 A.M.
to collect the winnings.

Then he goes away
with his two bodyguards.

Is next Saturday night
OK with you?

It is.

Is your daddy here?

He's up there,
repairing his motorcycle.

So, tell me, are you
getting in shape for the race?

It's been a while!
You want to come in?

Have a drink? Go in.

Is Colette OK?

She out shopping.
Yeah, she's OK.

Well, her health
is not that great.

Sit down.
What do you want to drink?

A Martini?

The kid looks fine.

As you can see, yeah.

And my grandmother is
OK too, thanks.

What are you now?
A social worker?

I need an alibi.

- When?
- Saturday night.

A card game. A card game
around 2 A.M. The three of us.

- Three?
- Yes. You, me and Viletti.

If Viletti is involved,
this must be serious.

Tell me, Roger Dassa...

not an accident?

Alright, let's rather say
a card game with the four of us.

I'll drag Colette in it,
it will look more real.

- As you wish.
- I don't like being insulted.

- Look...
- No, you look.

You weren't Roger Dassa's
only friend. Alright?

- Sure.
- Bye.

I went to Dassa's club.

What happened there?
A hurricane?

A hurricane...

Your friend's club has been demolished
and you don't care?

My friend is dead, you know.
Therefore his club...

They told me the sister
was the new director.

Well, if they told you...

She wasn't at the funeral. Why?

You'll have to ask her.

I definitely will,
as soon as I find her.

I've got quite a lot of
questions to ask her.

I know. Here,
the police have special ways

they don't interrogate criminals,
but their victims.

So what? What would you
have achieved by attending?

Was it crowded?

No. Not really...

Cesar.
The club's employees.

A bunch of pals.
A police inspector.

An inspector?

When a night club owner is thrown
down from the top of a parking lot

a few hours after having
been beaten by killers,

everybody think it's weird.
Even the police.

Then let the police
do their work.

Once, we were so close to each
other, Helene.

The last time we were close.

...was in an airport.

We always seem
to meet in airports.

So you still ground your
cigarettes half-smoked.

You never go to the very end.

I stop when I've had enough.

You never knew how to do this.

You've always gone too far.
But this time...

- This time.
- Stop, Dan.

Don't try to avenge Roger,
it's useless.

Let the police do their job.

The police...

Are you going to stay this time?

'Til the end?

For God's sake!
Surely a clean police force can exist.

I've actually been thinking
of going away, you know.

I'm fed-up!

The people hate us, and sometimes
I don't really blame them.

Police work is not what
I thought it would be.

What did you think?

Just what you taught me.

But before I leave,
I want to do one thing,

I want to nail the bastard.

When I say the Mandarin is depriving me
of my sleep, I mean it literally.

Yes, I sometimes get up, get out,
take the car and cruise around the town.

Do you think
I'm wasting my time?

No. In order to do his job,
a cop has to search trashcans.

- What's the time?
- Five to two.

Let's go...

I'm jamming a spike under the door,
so we'll find it open

when we come back up.

It's just his practice,
he doesn't live here.

It's all offices here,

no one will come
before monday morning.

I spent hours watching this door.

Look at them,
croupiers. Corsican thugs.

Do they gamble large sums here?

You bet...

And the Mandarin himself comes to
fetch the winnings on Saturday nights.

Isn't he taking chances?

Or careful.
You'll see in a moment.

Before the shark comes out,
we have a little ballet of remorse.

What if they walk
down the stairs?

No chance. They never
change their habits.

They always take the elevator.

Look out...

The first load
were the body guards.

The second will be the Mandarin
and his accountant.

Second load.

- Suerte, Dan.
- Suerte, Viletti.

Watch this! What's up?

Bugger! The spike is gone!

Who was it?

Stop!
Give me your guns!

We must have a little chat
with those guys upstairs.

You go up a single step
and I shoot.

- Are you out of your mind?
- My aim is not out of anything.

They're getting away!

I think those guys are working
for the good of Mankind.

I don't want you to hurt them.

Give me your guns already!

You have no right!

No right?

Have you heard of self-defense?

You've got a gun in your hand,
and so do I.

The only thing is,
I've taken an oath.

This is ridiculous.

And the best is yet to come.

Get out of here! Now!

Maybe we should investigate
the others now.

They're coming up!

One minute earlier,
and we had them.

You're not going to let them
get away with it, are you?

I'd love to do just that.

You're wrong.
They're all the same. Come on!

We're getting there.
We'll be safe up there.

Halt! Police!
Halt or I shoot!

Don't shoot. For God's sake,
don't shoot!

Come up! Come up!

Did you see it?
He shot me.

Don't talk.

I aimed for the sky,
but he shot me anyway.

Don't talk.

Why... why?

His personal belongings...

What should I do with them?

What about Lupo
and Pretty Smile?

What did you do with them?

We kept them for an hour,

then the Chief said
we should let them go.

Now, Favenin, really!

Excuse me, I'll call you back
in a few moments.

Yes, yes, dreadful business...

Where are Pretty Smile and Lupo?

Come on, Favenin,

we can only use them
as witnesses.

I can understand
your being impatient.

I am too,
but you said so yourself.

Pretty Smile and Lupo were down
in the street when the shots were fired.

So they couldn't possibly
have killed Mr. Tavernier.

I don't give a damn
about Mr. Tavernier.

I piss on his grave, sir.

You're upset.
And rightly so.

- Barnero's death...
- You make me want to puke, sir.

What's the hell's
got into you, Favenin?

Are you forgetting
whom you're talking to?

Are you forgetting,

that you're just an insignificant,
low grade police officer,

who was transfered here
because of his lack of discipline?

I'd rather blame the shock
you suffered for your attitude.

And we all share
the same shock here.

We're all supporting you,
Favenin,

what more do you want?

Put me in charge of the case.

Come on, Favenin,
it's impossible.

Barnero was an honest cop.

Call him naive if you wish.

But he was also my friend

and nobody will prevent me from
getting the person who shot him.

I want to be fully and totally in charge
of the investigation, or...

Or?

Or I'll go public with everything that
Barnero told me.

There are four of five reporters
downstairs, it will make them good copy.

Personally,
I've got nothing to fear, Favenin.

If irregularities were
committed in our services,

I'll soon put things
back in order.

Is it yes or no, sir?

You're mistaken about me, Favenin,

and I'll prove it to you right now.

I've got a policy of pushing forward
the most dedicated officers,

and just like you,
I want to avenge Barnero.

Your very aggression is making you
the right man for the case.

It's yours.

This is Ramses the 2nd.
He's going to die.

- I just heard on the radio.
- I had to do it, Helene.

I was wrong to think
that you changed.

I never promised anything.

When I saw you at the airport,

I understood all that we wasted.

So, with time, I could have
forgotten about Roger not forgiven,

but forgotten.

But what they did to you, I couldn't
let them get away with it.

I just couldn't.

Are you going to stay,
this time?

I answered you already.

It will last what it will last.

No visitors.
We're mourning.

Police.
Is Pretty Smile here?

- Who else?
- Lupo and me.

Good. You can go.

What the devil...

- You've got some nerve.
- Do you have a warrant?

Lupo asked you
if you have a warrant.

- I don't.
- You're trespassing, then.

Yes, I am.

So it's legal for us to
throw you out, copper.

What about a banco?

Are you going to cover it
with your salary?

No, I couldn't afford to.

I'm talking about
another kind of banco.

A more interesting banco
with no dough.

What do you want?

I want the name that
the Mandarin

whispered to you yesterday,
before he died.

Fat chance.
Yesterday night, your friend

refused our collaboration,

and now that he's dead,
you come to us for help?

The name.

That's our little secret.

- You two share it?
- We do.

So? The name?
As you wish.

I'm not demanding,
I'm just asking.

Do you know what this is?

It's a silencer.

What about the gun?

It looks like mine.

Yes. We took it
from you last night.

It's very simple,

When I reach five,
I shoot. Just like baccarat.

Where did you graduate?
Chicago?

You've got five seconds
to give me a name.

You can forget about
your five seconds.

I said no... and I meant, no.

Well, it's no, then.

And I seem to recall
that you said no, twice.

See if he's dead.

Catch!

Well, what about that name?

It's Rover. Dan Rover.
It's Dan Rover.

And the other one?

I don't know.

The Mandarin said
only one name. I swear!

Walk over there.

Sit down.

Take your handkerchief.

Unfold it on the table,
with care.

Put the bullets back
into the clip.

Put the clip back in the gun.

Put the whole thing
on the handkerchief.

The silencer too.

Now sit down on the other chair.

I suppose that you understand?

Pretty Smile has
two bullets in his belly.

The gun that fired them
is in my pocket,

including your fingerprints
all over the handle,

the silencer,
and even the bullets.

I'm giving you a break, Lupo...

if nobody finds the corpse,
I won't find the gun.

What if Rover learns
that I've reported him?

- I'll find Rover.
- What if he finds you?

I must take the chance.

At least,
take me to somewhere safe.

A minor charge of some kind...

I'll think about it.

If you behave nicely,
you might go to jail.

Well...
If all cops worked your way.

Don't go out! I'm afraid.

You read the papers, didn't you?

The police don't know who did it.

What about that
man who knows you?

The one they call Pretty Smile?

I know where to find him.

Even if he guessed that
I was responsible, he won't talk.

Don't go. I'm afraid.

Look, if I'm not back
in two hours,

call Raymond Aulnay,
he's a friend.

You'll find his number
in my phonebook on my desk.

But you won't have to,
I'll be back in two hours.

Don't make a fuss.
Come this way.

Where is he?

I had him locked upstairs,
in the archives room. It's quieter.

- Did he confess?
- Not yet.

He will...

Try to avoid, well...
do as you please.

Well?

Nothing. We're breaking
our fists on him.

You're a brave man.
Really...

But what's the use?

Do you think I'm going to hit you?

It would be useless.
They tried that already.

The others are interested in
finding the Mandarin's murderer.

Because of his death,
they'll have a hard time.

Also, since you've
not been officially arrested,

they can keep you
that way for two weeks.

I, for one, would rather
congratulate the Mandarin's murderer.

What I'm interested in is finding
the bastard who killed Barnero.

So listen, Rover.

There were two of you
on the roof the other night.

The first one shot Barnero,
the second one told him not to shoot.

And he was the one I shot in the leg.

That was you.

Unfortunately, I'm interested
in the other one.

The one who killed Barnero.

And I still don't know who he is.

So, here's the deal.

There are two ways
of explaining things.

The first solution is simple

Dan Rover, esquire,
was arrested on false grounds,

and police officer Favenin
can testify to it,

because he doesn't
recognize Dan Rover

as one of the two men
he chased on the rooftops.

Police officer Favenin being under oath,
his testimony is indestructible.

In other words, you're free to go
and there's nothing more to it.

The second solution
is different.

Police officer Favenin, still under an
oath, let's not forget

recognizes without a doubt,
Dan Rover, as one of the two men

he chased on the rooftops,
and what's more,

he's sure that Dan Rover
was the one who shot Barnero

while his accomplice
shouted to him not to shoot.

Now, this is rather ugly.
A cop killing.

For Dan Rover, it means
a life sentence, or worse.

Do you see what I mean?
Your nose in the dirt.

Between the two testimonies of
police officer Favenin, both false,

I think Dan Rover would
be stupid to choose the bad one.

It's simple.

Either you give me the name
of the guy who killed Barnero

or you take the plunge for him.

Answer me...

Answer me, for God's sake!

So, is it a yes?

Friendship is a beautiful thing.

Fetch a tape recorder!

You made your choice.

Answer it.

A colleague from
Domestic Affairs.

He's got something
about Dan Rover. Interested?

I'll take it.

Yes? Why, this is
very interesting.

Thank you.

Viletti...
Ring a bell?

They tell me you've been
seen together a lot, lately.

If it was him,

I'm sure to recognize him, anyway.

I've seen his sillouette for
only two or three seconds but

I've got him here.
As clear as a photograph.

Are you thirsty?

You must not believe
what people say, you know.

This is not the Gestapo.

Now that we're finished,

I'd like to hear
the sound of your voice.

So, this time, I'm asking

are you thirsty?
Yes or no?

Well, you see,

I've managed to make you
confess something, after all.

Did he confess?

I'll leave the procedure to you.

Ah, Firmin!
Do you have my man?

He's in the
small office next door.

I need another small favor.

Viletti!
Do you know him?

Francois Viletti.

Don't try to double-cross me.

Is he a friend of Rover?

I don't want any trouble
with that kind of guy.

You might be in deeper trouble

if the word goes out
that you killed Pretty Smile.

Rover and Viletti
were in Africa together.

Roger Dassa was with them.

But now you must protect me.

If Viletti learns that I told,
I'm as good as dead.

You must keep your word.

Last month, during the elections,

remember when the billposters
were gunned down?

Well, that was
Pretty Smile and I.

Get up.

Go and sit down there.

Take down his statement.

Last month, the shooting during
the elections... I was responsible.

Wasn't there two of them?

His accomplice is Georges Duval,
a.k.a. Pretty Smile.

We'll have to put out a warrant.

Take care of this one first.

And be nice to him,
he was really helpful.

Alright, let's start.

Go!

Is it true that a guy named
Dan Rover is in the house?

Rover? The cop killer!
Do you know him?

You won't put me in
the same cell, will you?

Certainly not.

He's in preventive detention
until his case goes to court,

so he's got a cell all to himself.
Come on now.

Rover!
To the visiting room, your lawyer.

Come on, hurry up!

Good morning, Rover.
How are you?

- I'm fine.
- Your spirits are high?

Well, I studied your case closely,

and I must say

- that the police officer's testimony is...
- Have you seen Aulnay?

The preparation of the trial
will begin next week...

Have you seen Raymond Aulnay?

Yes, I plan to go and
see him tomorrow.

Good. Here's what
you must tell him.

I want him to stay at all times
with the person I told him about.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

- Would you like some more meat?
- No, thanks.

You don't eat anything.

You don't say anything.

What's up?

Christine.

I want to nail the bastard
who killed Barnero. And I will.

Don't. I'll go.

I'm sorry. I hope you
were not having dinner.

No problem. Come in.

- I found your Viletti.
- And?

I asked him a few questions.
He's a tough character.

Yes, Rover wasn't easy either.

But Viletti has an alibi.

That night he was playing cards

in the company of a
Raymond Aulnay and his wife.

- Was the alibi confirmed?
- Yes.

Who's this Raymond Aulnay?

He selling on the marketplaces.
He's a street peddler of sorts.

We think he might be handling
stolen goods a bit, but nothing big.

He's introduced in
the anarchist circles.

The intelligence services
have a file about him,

but he never was
convicted of anything.

His testimony is valid.

- What's his address?
- I've got it here.

Are you going out now?

Just long enough
to verify something.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

We're past the legal time.

- But I'll come with you, if you wish.
- No no, out of the question.

Go home, you must be exhausted.

Police officer Favenin.

Again?

Some of your people
already came this afternoon.

Where is your wife?

- I beg your pardon?
- I said, where is your wife?

- In the hospital.
- In the hospital?

Since yesterday. You can check
if you don't believe me.

Laennec Room, bed number 12,
a lung engorgement. Fever.

- Do you know a Viletti?
- Yes.

You were playing cards
last Saturday night.

Yes, I already answered
that question.

Were you here?

Yes, but it's past 8 P.M.
Do you have a warrant?

You're right.
It's getting late.

So we'll try to save a little time.

Funny, isn't it?

Some people are playing cards,

while cops are getting killed
on the rooftops.

- What exactly do you want?
- Just to get things right.

At the exact time when Viletti was
playing cards with you and your wife,

he was also walking
on a building roof

and killing a mate of mine,
a cop called Barnero.

- This is not possible, since...
- Since he was playing cards with you.

As you can see, we always
come back to the same point.

I'm going to ask you
to be a little more specific.

For instance, up to how
many points did you play?

- One thousand points...
- Repeat that!

One thous...

One thousand points, you say?

Let's count them again, together.

Daddy!

Take a good look,
and never forget this.

That's a cop for you.

Bastard.
Barnero had kids too.

And Viletti killed him.

Viletti?
He was playing cards with me.

Up to a thousand points.

A thousand points!

Lower your arm!

Put you hat back on your head.

Now turn and face me.
All the way.

You're not very curious.

Do you know who I am?

- A cop.
- That's right.

You all look alike.

Maybe so. But I didn't
come to arrest you.

I came to kill you.

And what do you expect
from me? Fear?

You're wasting your time.

I've been waiting for death
for many years.

Well, your waiting is over.

You talk too much.

When you come to kill,
you must kill!

Possibly,
but I feel like talking...

Inspector Barnero was my friend.

He died stupidly on a roof.

We all die the way we can.
And almost always stupidly.

You've got too simplistic
a philosophy, Viletti.

I say Barnero's killer
is a bastard.

Maybe the guy who killed your friend
Barnero reacted on instinct.

He had been shot at.

Barnero fired towards the sky.

The other one didn't know that,
so he defended himself.

You didn't think about that?

No. Barnero's wife and
their three kids didn't either.

All in all, maybe your friend Barnero
was the real bastard.

When a man chooses a job which
exposes him to violent death,

he doesn't have the right
to a wife and kids.

He must accept a solitary life.

Like you do?

Like I do.

Come on, let's get it over with.

What do you want me to do?
To confess? To deny?

To try and overpower you?

Self defense... would that
alleviate your concience?

Firing at an urnarmed man
is not easy.

You've never killed
an unarmed man?

Your friend Barnero was armed.

If you kill me tonight,
it will be murder.

Well, let it be murder then.

Viletti, murdered by Pretty Smile

in order to avenge the Mandarin?
Absurd!

If you want to help Dan,

you've got to do what
he asks of you.

You've got to watch Favenin.

To know at any moment
where he is,

what he does, where he goes...

I'll know it.

And don't try to contact Dan.

I only talk to him myself,
through his lawyer.

What good will all this do?

Dan is in jail, because of
Favenin's false testimony.

I think Dan wants to
send him the bill himself,

and I think he's right.

Have you read about Viletti's
death in the papers?

Those bastards say that
he was framed by the police,

so the Chief is of course, furious.

Where is he?

Downstairs, in the
shooting range.

Do you know what they say
about the Viletti case?

I know. You've got
my official report.

An excellent report it is.

Sir, in your opinion,

who killed Viletti?

Pretty Smile killed Viletti.

Motive, revenge.

That's what it says
in your report, and I countersigned it.

We won't look any further.

And what about Barnero?
Who killed Barnero?

Well...

This is your police, sir.

Barnero died because he believed
in a clean police force.

I know one thing

police work is dirty,

and it has to be done dirtily.

I can't hear you, Favenin.

You need a rest,
and to do a lot of thinking.

The reasonable thing, would be
for you, to take a vacation.

It's useless, sir.

Here's my resignation.

For God's sake, Favenin!

You blame everybody
for Barnero's death,

but you alone, were with
him on the rooftops.

I don't know what's eating you.

We'll discuss this resignation
when you come back.

Take a vacation.

As for this letter,

I don't even want to know
what was in it.

Rover! To the visiting room!
Your lawyer is here.

Come on, come on,
put your ass in gear!

- What is this?
- The list of extras, chief.

Die, you bastard!

There it goes again!

Don't you dare move
from here, you two!

I'm going to pacify the wild animals.

You're lucky to be here.

Anywhere else, I'd have killed you
for what you did to Helene.

I did nothing. I swear!

Now, bastard,
either you talk or you die.

- Come on! Explain, already!
- Explain what?

I don't have anything to explain.

Don't shout! Don't shout!

- What happened with Viletti?
- Viletti?

You read the paper, didn't you?

- Where is Pretty Smile?
- I don't know. I know nothing.

- Nothing? Nothing?
- I know nothing.

Where is Pretty Smile?

Pretty Smile, he's...
he's at the bottom of a pool.

In a pool? You offed him?

- You offed him?
- No! Favenin did!

The cop?

He killed Pretty Smile.
I was there.

And now he just killed Viletti.

He's going to incriminate you
as much as he can.

Since his pal's death,
he's mad as a hatter!

The conference is over.

Get out of here,
you two. Now!

What happened to you?

I slipped, chief.
I fell on the sink.

Did you, now? And what were you
talking about when you slipped?

About the list of extras, chief.
It's incomplete.

You just add the missing names,
I'll sign it later.

Come on,
it's not a tragedy, is it?

Come on, Rover, to the visiting room,
on the double! Move it!

I saw your friend Raymond Aulnay.

He told me to tell you this,

contact is made, all is ready.

Aside from that,
I saw the judge...

Counselor, I'd like you to go and see
Raymond Aulnay this very afternoon.

Just tell him, tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night? Nothing more?
- Nothing more.

Alright. Now, about
what the judge told me...

I trust you entirely.
Do your best.

Well... I hope to
see you again soon.

- You know where to find me.
- Yes.

- Good morning.
- Hey, good morning.

He's always with you?

Yes, we've got no choice.

His mother will stay in the
hospital for another week.

Are you talking about me?

No, I was speaking of my son.

What about the cop?
Still on holiday?

Yes. Here's the map.

He lives here,
in a house on the riverside.

There's an inn nearby.

OK...
Is he always alone?

Yes. He sent his wife in the country.
Visiting her parents, I think.

What does he do?

Nothing. I watch him
from the inn's terrace.

He's walking around,
doing nothing.

This morning, I almost
considered going to see him,

to talk to him, to try and
make him understand.

A cop is a cop and
he's the worst of them all.

Dan... he knows about Viletti.

He wants to kill Favenin.

If Dan kills Favenin,

it will really be the end.

Yeah... Dan will escape tonight.

We musn't lose our nerve now,
we must help him.

Don't touch that, sir...

Mister director, one of the inmates says
he's got information about Dan Rover.

He says he knows where Rover is, sir!

Do you know where Dan Rover is?

Dan Rover has only one thought,
to kill inspector Favenin.

The first thing he'll do
is look for Favenin.

Do you know where
Favenin is having his holiday?

Of course, sir.

Then alert the
local police station now!

Take a look.

The old mill, rebuilt as an inn.

Favenin's house.
The river.

I must tell you about Helene,
she's a nervous wreck.

And she decided to go to Favenin.

So?

So, I tried to prevent her,

but she's now convinced
that by talking to him,

she might convince Favenin
to alter his testimony.

Did you bring what I asked for?

Try to understand.

- She's afraid for you.
- Give it to me.

Maybe she's right.

Thanks for all that you did.

Be careful, OK?

I am Helene Dassa.

I come to ask you
to save Dan Rover.

Come in.

Why do you want to hurt him so?

You know perfectly well
that he didn't kill your friend.

You avenged Barnero,
just as Dan avenged my brother.

But you've got a card
with the French flag on it,

which allows you to carry a gun,

and you're under an oath.

You're not an ordinary criminal,
mister police officer.

A policeman's task
is not a noble task.

A functioning body
does produce waste

but gets rid of it properly.

As for every disposal task,

the police task must be
accomplished swiftly,

cleanly, discreetly.

In this case,

there was far too much
movement and smell.

That's why I decided to put an
end to it permanently.

In what way?

For me, the only important thing

is to see Dan proven innoncent
of the policeman's murder.

I just wrote a letter to the
District Attorney.

It contains everything that happened
since Barnero's death.

- Everything?
- Everything.

Including my resignation,

which I plan to give myself,
to whom it concerns.

Stop! Hey, you, there!
Stay where you are!

Stop or we shoot!

What's going on?

Police officer Favenin.
Nobody shoot without my order!

Watch out, Favenin!
Rover is here to kill you.

Rover! Listen to me!

Rover! This is Favenin speaking.

Helene Dassa is here.

Throw down your weapon, Rover.

You warned them, didn't you?
You or him?

He said he would make everything right.

- That he would help us.
- Help us? A cop?

He was right.

Cops are bastards!

You're a bastard,
inspector Favenin.

Holding Helene Dassa
won't be necessary.

I take full responsability for it.

Why did she act that way?

She's got her reasons.
Do you want to know them?

This is a letter addressed
to the District Attorney.

I'll take this letter, Favenin.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

You realize that the whole force
will be discredited?

I won't help you in the
slightest way, Favenin.

Well... Goodbye.

See that police officer Favenin
stays at the disposal

of the General Inspection Service.

They'll come tomorrow.