All language subtitles for Rififi In Paris (1966) 576p AC3

MAURICE JACQUIN PRESENTS

RIFIFI IN PARIS

A FILM BY DENYS DE LA PATELLIÈRE

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
AUGUSTE LE BRETON

ADAPTED FOR THE SCREEN BY
DENYS DE LA PATELLIÈRE

DIALOG BY
ALPHONSE BOUDARD

FEATURING

Go through customs.
I'll be right back.

- Anything to declare?
- No.

Mr. Paul Berger always
has everything in order.

How was your stay in London, Mr. Berger?

Excellent, Inspector.

- Who's that guy?
- Paulo the Gem.

- Never heard of him.
- Well, I have.

Hey there, old boy!

- Good trip, Mr. Paul?
- Yeah, besides the rain.

Stop by the house first,
then we'll go to the Volupté.

Who's a good boy?

What's new?

Come inside and warm up, sir.

Every type of girl in cinemascope,
Japanese aphrodisiacs.

Photos for those cold winter nights.

You have to wonder
what the hell he's doing in France.

- Good evening, Mr. Thompson.
- Good evening.

What lousy weather!

- Is Lili here?
- She was upset she didn't see you.

I'll send her over right away.

Coat check!

Hey now!

Your hand on the goods for a Cinzano.
Are you dreaming?

Well, can't we go over there?

That's the champagne route,
if you can afford it.

- Your Yankee's here.
- Again?

Don't make him wait.
Get him ready for René tonight.

Get him ready.

I'm not a pressure cooker.

Hello, you!

What's the matter with you?
Bring us a bottle of Dom Pérignon.

I don't drink cheap tourist swill.

Well, you know the dollar
isn't doing so hot right now.

- Dollars come when you use your wits.
- Don't get angry.

Will you come with me tonight?

What about my bracelet?

I already gave you a necklace
two weeks ago.

- What do you expect me to do?
- Hit up your boss.

I already asked
for two advances this month.

It's the Chicago Tribune,
not the Salvation Army.

I'm not a charity worker, either!

Don't exaggerate.
I give you everything I've got.

Yeah. But you've got nothing.

You must be a fool if you can't
do any better in your line of work.

Journalists travel, don't they?

- Yes.
- And you don't take advantage?

Take advantage? What do you mean?

You can make 5 mil
if you're not too much of a wimp.

Five million. What do you say to that?

- In two trips.
- Five million francs? How?

If you're interested,
I can talk to René.

The bartender?

Maybe I'm a fool,
but at least I'm honest.

So go get married
and make love to your little wife!

After the 8 o'clock news.
That way, you'll know what's going on.

Call him.

I knew you were a big romantic.

René!

The gentleman would like
to make some pocket money.

The deal you told me about,
is it still on?

It's still on.

But I need to speak
with Mr. Thompson about it.

Can you give us two minutes?

I hope you've never been
in prison, Mr. Thompson.

- Would that bother you?
- Not me.

But it would be the end
of our conversation.

What do I have to do?

A trip with a small exchange of gold.

No, it's too risky.

But if the police don't know you,
there's no risk.

Where's this trip to?

If you're interested, I can take you
to the person in charge.

- We can take a look.
- I'll give him a ring.

If he happens to be here,
you'll see him tonight. Okay?

Okay.

Come on! Let's go!

- Hey, bartender.
- Yes, sir?

- You forgot something on the bill.
- What, sir?

- To shove it up your ass.
- I beg your pardon, sir!

Since you're begging me, I'll do it.

- Who are the assholes at the bar?
- Don't know. Never saw them before.

What's going on, Fred?

This gentleman is saying
I can go cram the bill.

- That's not very polite, young man.
- No one asked you, grandpa.

Hey, for the bill, tell your boss
we'll stop by to see him.

We've got something to say to him.

I'm the boss, so tell me.
That way, you won't have to come back.

So you're Paulo the Gem?

For punks like you, it's Paul Berger.

If you would?

How much is it?

I only accept shakedowns
from the taxman.

Now get the hell out of here.

If anyone asks for me,
I'm at the Volupté.

Goodnight, Mr. Paul.

The Yankee's here.

- And everything checks out?
- Perfect.

He really works for the Chicago Tribune.

The criminal record of an altar boy.

Is he broke?

Lili cleaned him out. He'll do anything.

- He's in love?
- Crazy for her.

Okay. Tell him to come.

Thanks. Have a good evening, Mr. Paul.

Goodnight to you, too.
You're the best pooch in the world.

You're having financial trouble?

Yes. I need money.

Sadly, we all need money.
You want to make five million francs?

- What do I have to do?
- A trip.

- Where to?
- Tokyo. You'll take gold with you.

What about customs?

We've thought of that,
as a matter of fact.

Not for you, but for the gold.

So are you in or out?

When will I get the five million?

When you've finished the job.

But since you seem conscientious,
let me warn you,

there's no social security.

Okay.

Good. Come here
tomorrow night at the same time

and take care of your Japanese visa
as soon as possible.

- Susie, do you have the blue one?
- Can you wait a second?

- That tickles!
- Well, don't move then!

Hey, this is the Yankee embassy.

What the hell's he doing there?

You never applied for a passport before?

You must've traveled a lot
during your five years in prison.

Let me introduce you to Mike Coppolano.

The best special agent
the U.S. Treasury has to offer.

Commissioner Noel of the French police.

Is this our man?

Yes.

"Born in Saint-Ouen." Is that in Paris?

- Yes.
- And Fontevraud?

Fontevraud is a bit like Sing Sing.

- We must have friends in common.
- You'll have to ask him.

Has he been specializing
in gold for a while?

Not that we know of.

- Any details on the trafficking?
- Almost nothing.

I'm flying to Tokyo in two days
with 30 kilos of gold.

580,000 a kilo in Paris,
850 in Tokyo.

That leaves around ten million francs
in profit per trip.

Minus the five I get
for transporting it.

- You don't have it yet.
- I'd like to see it.

You'll see it.

Be careful, Mr. Coppolano.

If he finds out who you are,
I can't do anything for you.

Here's two family portraits
I suggest you look at carefully.

They could be useful.

These are Paulo the Gem's bodyguards.

A barrel of laughs.

[Speaks Japanese]

Good morning.
I'm Mike Thompson.

DEPARTURES

Taxi, Mr. Thompson?

Everything go okay?

- And the statuettes?
- Yes.

Let's see.

Who says I'm supposed
to give them to you?

Save your breath.
The boss told me to give you your dough.

- There's only 500,000!
- So? That's not enough for you?

Just put it in savings. It'll grow.

Take me to Mr. Paulo.

He promised me five million,
and he has to give it to me.

"He has to, he has to."

I'll take you to him.

Only, I've known Paulo for a long time.
He doesn't like to be bothered.

If I were you, I'd zip it.

Hello, Paulo? Jack here.

Are you alone? Can we talk?

I received two phone calls
from a man with an Italian accent.

He told me to drop you
for Tokyo or else.

Of course, it was out of the question.

Yes, tomorrow.

- Hello, Paulo.
- Hello, Irene.

- Is Walter here?
- He's upstairs.

How are you?

I brought the Chinese knickknacks.
I think you'll be pleased.

Here you go.

Two statues from the Yuan dynasty.

It's been three years
since I've seen any.

Unfortunately, this one has a flaw.

Look at the hand.

I don't see anything.

The clients won't see anything, either.

No one ever sees anything.

So what the hell do you care?

It's like an attractive woman
with a lazy eye.

It would be a shame.

Other than that?

Other than that,
Jack just got bumped off in London.

I also received this.

"Forget Tokyo while you still can."

Damn it! You too?

Can you call Munich?
I'd like to get the news on Willy.

I'll take care of it.

If someone's interested
in our Tokyo racket, they can have it.

I'd give it to them willingly.

Are you nuts?

You can't give up the business.
It was a stroke of genius, Walter.

Only fools fight to keep
brilliant ideas to themselves.

I have plenty of ideas.

Tokyo is over.

I've already thought
of something else.

Maybe, but not as profitable.

More profitable than Tokyo
and less risky.

Have you ever been on a pilgrimage?

- What?
- I know it's not your thing.

But there are pilgrims
in every airport in the world,

traveling to Lourdes, Mecca, or Fatima.

Do you know how many people
cross borders every year?

I have no idea.

You're wrong not to.

You have to read the statistics
when it's your job to exploit stupidity.

The only resource that never runs out.

Pilgrims...

Yes... the number in Munich is 473003.
Could you please try again, Miss?

Diamonds in rosary beads?
I never would have thought of it.

We just need a setup at Saint Sulpice.

We'll plan the trips ourselves.

The pilgrims' club, in short.

It's better than luring our runners
with a piece of tail,

and it'll cost us nothing.

And there's no risk they'll talk.

I'll explain everything in detail.

It's simple to plan, and
it's less risky than the Tokyo business.

I didn't say it's not a good idea,

but as for Tokyo, we'll drop it
when we want and not before!

I'm not going to start bending over
at 60 years old!

Paul's right!
It's a matter of dignity.

You have to fight!

"Fight, fight."

If you want to play cowboys,
then let's do it.

But who are we fighting?

We'll know soon enough.
Did you reach Munich?

- No, Willy didn't answer.
- He didn't answer?

Willy.

Willy!

What's up With him?

- What happened, Willy?
- Nothing. Get in, quickly.

Say, Willy, what's the matter?
Why are you going so fast?

Didn't you say we were going
to a dance at Lent's?

No, you'll dance in Vienna.

- In Vienna?
-Yes.

How many people are
in the car behind us?

Only the driver.

Sir, I've been waiting all night!

I paid for three bottles of champagne.
I should be able to take her!

I didn't ask to drink your bottles,
you bunch of bastards!

- Roger...
- Paris is just great, let me tell you!

Show the gentleman to the door.

He's getting on my nerves!

We're closing, sir.

This way.

There's a phone call for you, Mr. Paul.

This person already called earlier.
He doesn't want to give his name.

Don't move, boy. I'll be right back.

Hello? I'm listening.

- Paul the Gem?
- Who's asking?

Just a bit of advice. Drop Walter.

I'd like to know who I'm talking to.

You'll know if you agree.

We'll work together as a team.
Same cut you had with Walter.

How does that sound?

Walter is my friend.
That's all you need as an explanation.

You're wrong, Paulo.

They tried to act tough
in London and Munich, too.

Now, what's it gonna be?
Is it yes or no?

It's go to hell.

Joe, go get my piece from the car.

What do you want?

You promised me five million.
I only got 500,000 francs.

- So what?
- I'm waiting for the rest.

I hope you're not trying
to intimidate me.

I don't think you'd like it
if the police started snooping around.

That'll teach you
to mention the police here.

Get up.

Watch out!

Come here!
Bring him inside, quick.

He got it in the thigh.

Get out of here, you two.
You'll clean up tomorrow.

- And you didn't see anything?
- Oh, honestly, Mr. Paul.

Well, it's the little thug
I slapped the other night!

Didn't I tell you I didn't want
to see you here again?

Who are you working for, scumbag?

Who?

Go to hell.

You're disrespectful, too.
Take care of him.

Hold his arms, or he'll do the twist.
We don't need that.

Maybe you're not naturally eloquent,
but you're still gonna talk.

Tell us who sent you
and it'll get better.

Mario, through my friend Giulio.

Mario Capergna from Milan?
He's in Paris?

- Yes.
- Where?

I don't know. Giulio didn't tell me.

Your Giulio, he must be somewhere?

Printanier Bar, Sauffroy Street.

Every night, they play poker.

Take him to the hospital
and leave him at the front.

If you ring the bell,
the nurses will come.

You don't think
we should finish him off?

We'll do him a favor.

Anyhow, when he gets out, he'll have
some explaining to do to his friends.

Say, I hope you don't hold a grudge.

- Will you have a scotch?
- Gladly.

- You've got some reflexes.
- I traveled around Korea.

At any rate, I owe you one.

You especially owe me five million.

That remains to be seen.
Maybe we can talk about it.

If you haven't lost
your touch with firearms,

maybe I have something
better than five million.

Right now, I'm all alone.
Maybe you could keep me company.

It pays better than journalism,
and between us, it's more serious.

They tried to get to you, too?

- Yeah, but I couldn't do that to you.
- Thanks, Paulo.

Don't be silly. It's natural.

Why'd you bring these gentlemen?

To save on a funeral wreath.

I'll leave them here
while I take care of Mario.

Maybe after, you won't need
my gentlemen anymore.

And you know where to find Mario?

I'll know tonight.

So I'm watching over the Kraut
and the broad?

Leave Saint-Ouen behind
when you're talking about my friends.

Saint-Ouen always comes out a little,

even when your tailor's in London.

Oh yeah. You think so?

Thanks, old man. See you later.

His name is Walter, he's stateless,
originally from Germany.

No problems with the French authorities,
in the antiques business,

married to Paulo the Gem's
former mistress.

Ex-striptease artist, also German.

Also owns an import-export office
on Boulevard Malesherbes.

Large clientele, North America
and Eastern Europe.

- Hold on! That's strange.
- Why?

We already knew there was trafficking
of American military goods

from Eastern Europe to Cuba.

The channel goes through Tokyo.

Maybe it also goes through
Boulevard Malesherbes.

If I understand you correctly,
gold and military equipment go together.

Yes.

Now I can tell you.
That's why Mike Coppolano is here.

Now that I understand,
thanks for telling me.

Paulo the Gem must be a major player.

If you'll excuse me.

I'm going to play him
a little typewriter solo.

Excuse me, ma'am?

I was going to the pharmacy.
Don't take me too far.

My husband will be worried.

Don't be a clown.

We're not here for laughs.

Put away your gun.
You could hurt yourself.

And I hope your mother gave you
permission to go out tonight.

If not, I'm getting out.

- Shut it.
- Rude, too!

Listen. We don't give a damn
about your jokes.

We can make you
eat your words real quick.

We can take you to the country,

each have our way with you,

and leave you there
with a bullet in your skull.

You know, orgies aren't really my thing.

This broad is getting on my nerves.
Give her a smack!

You should start by kissing my hand
if you're trying to seduce me.

Hey, Duchess,
if you want to keep your man alive,

you better use your influence
to let him know what's good for him.

My husband runs his business
as he sees fit.

I don't have any influence over him.

With a tail like yours,
you can always persuade a man.

Too bad you don't get any.
You wouldn't need to play with guns.

Hey! Respect.

That's enough.

Let me tell you what you're going to say
to your fat slob of a husband.

It's finished with Paulo,
so they're trying with you.

These cowboys are starting to annoy me.

You'll see. They'll all end up
in the slammer.

They're too dumb.

That's exactly what makes
these hotheads so dangerous.

They're trigger happy.

In the end, I wasn't so tough.

Maybe they think I'll quit Paulo.
Who do they take me for?

They're delusional.

And they must think that I'm going
to push you to betray him.

They're fine psychologists.

If they're going to kill him first,
we need to warn him.

To get to Paulo with his goon squad,

it'd take a genius surrounded
by a troop of machine gunners,

and even then, I'm not so sure.

That doesn't keep me from worrying.

I suspected as much.

Why do you say that?

I'm just teasing.
I'm always teasing.

Paul's my friend,
so you're worried about him.

It's perfectly natural.

You're a good wife, that's all.

Roger?

We have to reach him.
Roger surely knows where he is.

Where's Paulo?

I don't think
it's that easy to find him.

Joe told me he was going out tonight.

He didn't tell you?

Turn around and meet us back here.

- Hello, ma'am.
- Hello, sir.

Don't move. I prefer it.

Where's your father?

My father?
I haven't seen him in ten years.

Exactly. Apologize to your friends.

You got family business to take care of.
The lawyer's waiting.

Come quick if you don't want me
to share the good news here.

Okay. I'm coming.

We need the young man, too.
Go ahead.

You have to come, too.

Is another car following them?

No, the old man would notice right away.

At least if it goes south,
we'll have two less thugs to deal with.

And I will have seen nothing.
That's what matters.

Are you passing for a wop
to double-cross your father's pals?

Giulio!

I'll show you Giulio.

I got hit with five years in prison
covering for your old man,

and he wouldn't be very proud
if he saw you now, hoodlum.

And you, the artist.
You know where Mario's crashing?

Which Mario?

Get rid of him.

Hey, if he's not dead,
he could rat us out.

What's he gonna tell the cops?
That he wanted to bump me?

Turn right.

Where's Mario?

- I don't know.
- Of course not.

Fine. He's all yours, Joe.

Get the rope.

Go keep watch.

Don't Italians like nice ties?

Wagram 6314.
You remember what to say, right?

And don't try any funny business.

Dial the number, Joe.

Hello. Is this the Monceau?
Mario Capergna, please.

Hello, Mario?

Sorry to bother you, but it's important.

You have to come down with cash.

We can get Paulo the Gem.

Yes. I have one of his men.

For three mil, he'll bring him
to wherever we want.

I'll wait for you near the hotel.

On the median
across from the phone booth.

Mario!

[Speaks Italian]

- What did he say?
- He told him not to come.

Capergna!

Your turn, Mike.

Let me go! Let me go, I beg of you!

I can tell you how to nab Mario.

He can say his prayers after.
We can't do anything for him. Shoot him.

Get dressed.

What's going on?
You paid for the night.

I've lost my Olympic form.

And my 30,000 bucks?

Here. Now forget about me.

For that price,
you can call me any time.

Regent 54442.

Yes, ask.

Before you do that, try to reach Milan.

91-64-28. It's urgent.

Get me the front desk.

Is this the front desk?

Listen, do not give out
my room number to anyone.

And no one comes up
without my permission.

I'm counting on you. Thank you.

The fractured skull in Pantin,
was that also you?

Next thing, you'll tell me you chopped
up the woman at St. Lazare.

There's no reason to stop
if we're on a roll.

- It wasn't for fun.
- That's the last thing we need!

I don't know if you realize
the situation you put me in.

We're not in the Congo!

- I should arrest you!
- But you won't.

Yes, I'll just lose my job.

But you're not interested
in a French cop's job.

There's a lot at stake.

Our embassy would intervene
if you had any trouble because of us.

What a job!

I should have been a grocer,
like my parents.

The antiques dealer, is he involved?

I'm almost certain that he's
the boss behind Tokyo.

- And for Cuba?
- I wouldn't be surprised.

Look what I got this morning.

"Tell your antiques dealer
to hand over Tokyo

"if he doesn't want the Americans
to know about his deal with Cuba."

You've got nothing to do with Cuba.

Yes, I do.

I send them GMC parts, tires, axles,

diesel engines for tanks,

spare parts, odds and ends.

You call that odds and ends?
It sounds like military supplies to me.

You make a lot of dough with that?

It's not as profitable as you'd think.
The expenses are huge.

We go through four or five countries,
and the Cubans are poor.

For God's sake, you're giving
charity to these guys!

It's hard to explain, Paulo.
It's personal.

Personal! Don't you think
you owe me an explanation?

Yes, Paulo.
But I'm afraid you won't understand.

So I'm a fool.

I'm one of the only people
who can provide the Cuban revolution

with the equipment they need.

You're risking it all for nothing!
For the love of politics!

Don't tell me you're going
to run for office in Cuba!

It's not so simple, Paulo.

You were never kicked out
of your country.

You don't know what it's like
to be a political refugee.

Cuba today is a bit like in my youth.

And since I've been lucky,
I'm doing my part for a common cause.

A common cause? If you get shot,
you won't look so good for the cause.

What does the bearded guy care
if you get bumped off?

You have a screw loose!
You're completely crazy!

A man as intelligent as you
spouting such nonsense!

You remind me of my old man
when he came home drunk on Saturday.

All he could talk about was Jean Jaures.

I knew you wouldn't understand.
That's why I never told you.

Do you want me to tell you?
You've made a real mess.

You're lucky you're my pal because
I'm not keen on your latest idea.

Of course not.
But it was high time that you knew.

It bothered me to hide it from you.

But I don't understand one thing.
Who could have written to you?

Mario couldn't have known
about the Cuba business.

I'll sort it all out.

Despite your nonsense,
I'll let my altar boys

go with you to Boulevard Malesherbes.

- I'm all yours, gentlemen.
- One second. I'll take a look around.

If Mr. Razvik calls from Prague,
tell him the goods have shipped.

He can pick up the delivery in Hamburg
the day after tomorrow.

All clear.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
Do you know where I can get a taxi?

- Where's the nearest hospital?
- No hospital. My place.

Kleber Avenue. Quickly!

If I don't make it, tell Irene
everything's in the blue notebook,

in the drawer on the right of my desk.

Write this down quickly,
my time is running out.

Please hang on,
Dr. Marquese will be here any minute.

Dr. Marquese won't be able
to save me.

Write it down:
Mr. Gulette, in Mouilleron-Orne.

He has the... Chinese statuettes.
You know?

Yes, I know, don't worry,
I know about them.

The pictures from the deal with Legalle
are with Bronsky in Nice.

And he still owes me ten million,
ten million from...

- I know, I know.
- But you don't know it all.

Bronsky still gets twelve percent
from the deal with Syria.

Twelve percent,
you must tell Paul.

Tell him not to trust him,
he must watch the accounts.

Bronsky is a scoundrel!

- What's the time?
- 6:25.

At 7:00 you'll be free,
maybe even earlier.

Are you still in love with Paul?

Don't talk, Walter.

I wanted to tell you that
I was in love with you, too.

I want you to be happy again.

I know that, Walter,
but you're not going to die.

Yes, I will, I can feel it.

Paul was right, I shouldn't have
dealt with Cuba.

I made it all worse.

I am here.

Yes, you are here,
but you cannot help me.

What a shame, I would have loved to
show you a prettier face.

But I do like your face as it is.

You wouldn't be human,
if you couldn't cry, Walter.

And anyway, your premonition is wrong,
no, you're not going to die.

Dr. Marquese is going to come
and operate on you.

And tomorrow morning, you're going to
wake up and ask for your coffee...

as you... always do...

Here are yesterday's
shipping orders for Hamburg.

You put your finger on the button.
This was the missing piece!

Maybe, but it's time for me to send them
on a lovely stroll to prison.

No, please. Don't intervene yet.

I need more leads.

We need names. All the names!
So no one gets away.

Leave them alone for now,
until my investigation wraps up.

At the rate we're going,
the formalities will be brief.

Your thugs will all be buried.

And I'll be transferred directly!

As for the antiques dealer,
I'll accept the widow's story for now.

"My husband had no enemies.
It's a terrible mistake."

You're really making me look pathetic!

Say. Mr. Coppolano!

If you're so eager to play a gangster,
you should get a new suit.

In France, with pants like that,
we go strawberry-picking.

Well, you don't say!
You look like a real gangster.

- I'd like to see Lili.
- She's busy in booth 3. Your booth.

- Hello, Mike.
- Hello.

From Mr. Paulo.

Congratulations. It looks like
you've gone up in the world.

- Call Lili for me.
- Lili? One second, please.

It can't be!

You have a whole new look.
You've really changed!

Is that the man
you're gonna introduce me to?

- Why? Because you're the one...
- The tables have turned. How is he?

Crazy about me. He's penniless.
Completely broke!

I'd be surprised if he weren't.

You know you're a handsome guy.
You're not bad at all.

Maybe we can get a room together.
What do you think?

Are you still in love?

More than ever.
But I have work tonight.

I have to take care of your Romeo.

Did he give you this ring?

Soon, you'll be able
to open a jewelry shop.

So you wanna make five million?

Someone's asking for you, Mr. Paul.
A Mr. Tony Ballesta.

- He says he's a friend of yours.
- Tony Ballesta?

What the hell is he doing in Paris?

Let him in, but tell Roger
to keep an eye out.

Mr. Paul is asking you to keep an eye
on the gentleman in the lobby.

- Discreetly.
- All right.

What a surprise, Tony! Have a seat.

- So how are you?
- Good. And you?

I'd be better if someone
weren't trying to bump me off.

You must have heard about it.

Yes, that's why I'm here.

Really? Mario Capergna
sent for you from New York?

He didn't send for me, Paulo.
He called me.

Your syndicate's interested
in our business?

Yes.

I've come from the U.S.
with Binnagio to offer you a deal.

I can't tell you anything tonight.

We're inviting you
to a meeting tomorrow.

And there, I'm sure we'll come
to an understanding.

- That's another story.
- It would be better.

Will Mario be there?

Of course, along with the new bosses
from Germany and England.

You don't waste any time.

Okay. Go tell Binnagio that I'll be
at the meeting.

And where's your Yalta Conference?

At the Monceau Palace
since you're not letting Mario leave.

Well, see you tomorrow, fella.

Excuse me, Tony.
No offense,

but I can't shake the hand of a man
who came to France to cause me trouble.

If I were you,
I would do the same thing, Paulo.

Tony Ballesta is one of the kingpins
of the crime syndicate.

I almost nabbed him five years ago
for drug trafficking.

If I'm ever face-to-face with him...

One more corpse
to add to the collection.

Which one?

My New York contacts.

A real fishing party.
I'd like to see them.

We need the blue notebook, Mike.

The address must be inside.

It's easy on paper.

Don't sweat it, Mike.
The results are already fantastic.

Twenty-two runners for Japan
are already on file.

For Cuba, everything must be
in that notebook.

Now, you just have to seduce the widow.

I can think of worse things.

Monceau Palace.

- Is it Mario's birthday?
- Not yet.

- Mr. Binnagio and Mr. Ballesta, please.
- Suite 45.

- Are you Paulo the Gem?
- Mr. Paul Berger? Yes, that's me.

They're waiting for you.
The gentlemen are this way.

Pardon me, Mr. Berger.
A small formality.

Be my guest.

The briefcase.

Mr. Paulo the Gem.

Mr. Hermann from Munich
and Mr. Mahmoud from Beirut.

It's okay, Mr. Paul.
They don't have a piece.

Roger and Mike,
frisk all these gentlemen for me.

Even Mr. Ballesta.

Well, Mike? Are you gonna do it?

I'm coming! I'm coming!

This reminds me
of the pat down in prison.

Keep your memories to yourself.

Take care of the last one.

How about a drink?

Your countrymen
can sure hold their liquor.

The Italians have nothing on them.

If there's any trouble, you take
the Yanks and I'll take the rest.

We'll each stick to a nationality.

Keep an ear out because I can't
understand a word they're saying.

It'd be better if we shoot first.

- Hello.
- Where are we going?

- You're sure you're not being followed?
- Yes.

- Absolutely certain?
- What did I say? I'm no angel.

This time, it's important.

- You swear you'll never tell anyone?
- If that's what you want.

Where are you taking me?

To a little place where
the Beaujolais is from Beaujolais,

and the snails aren't from Poland.

The type of place you don't even tell
your best friend about.

So why me?

Dead men don't talk.

You must think my neck is on the line.

I'm not the one
who's going to pay for it.

But seeing how little your bosses
value it, it must not cost them much.

I've calculated that I'm worth
about the price of sirloin.

1500 dollars a month.

That's 150,000 francs.

At that price, in France,
we'd have to portion you off.

Say, princess, you look
like you're daydreaming.

What are you thinking about?

The future.

A cottage and a safe.

Don't joke around.
There's more to life than money.

May I?

Hearing you say that
knocked the wind out of me.

Of course, you have no ideals.

That's not true.

What do you think?

You think I get off drinking cheap wine

with stutterers who can't even grope me
without putting a run in my stockings?

You have to make sacrifices in life.

- Your dear old mother, maybe.
- No, sir. My dignity.

I'm disgusted by bourgeois girls waiting
in line for some guy to notice them.

Marriage isn't a brothel.

You don't need a judge
to pick out a girl.

When I say yes, it'll mean something.

Because I have the means to say no.

You don't even have room
for a wedding ring.

Yes I do,
because it's the only one I'll wear.

What hand do you put it on in America?

On your mother's hand!

If you're falling for that Yankee,
it'll never be the end of it!

Why are you getting angry?

Didn't you know I was crazy about Mike?

When he was a journalist,
I couldn't think of the future.

It's not the sort of job
to support a wife.

Now that Mr. Paul has noticed him,

and he has serious work,

I think we can go to Barbes
and pick out a bedroom set.

He was brave to the end.

You know, we're really alone
during these times.

Poor thing.

- You see, you ended up loving him.
- Yes.

I cared for him a lot.

And since his death, I feel so blue.
You can't even imagine.

I really have no luck.

I had gotten used to him.
I had started to forget you a little.

And yet, it wasn't easy to forget you.

Listen, Irene. Now is not the time.

He always knew.

That's why he was often sad.

I never got over
how you left me for no reason.

But I should have.

He was more pleasant than you.

Richer and funnier, too.
That counts for something.

And you can't even imagine
how attentive he was.

He was in love with me.

And I'm in love with you.

And you're in love with no one.

That's life.

I've always been straight with you,
so look me in the eye.

At my age with my white hair,
you think I can still play this game?

I'm too old
for a beautiful girl like you.

That's for me to decide.

I don't have the heart
for these things anymore.

Now, sit down and let's talk business.

Tomorrow, I'm going
to ask for your protection.

No. Step down, Paulo.

With everything Walter left me,
I'm taken care of.

Make a deal with them.

I don't understand you anymore.
The other day, you wanted to fight.

Yes, but the other day, I thought
only Mario was against you.

The syndicate is something else.
They're too powerful.

They'll get you just like everyone else
who got in their way.

Let me tell you that with me,
they're going to have a real problem.

Your courage isn't enough.

I'm afraid for you!
Don't you understand?

Am I not allowed to feel fear, either?

You don't need to be afraid.

What I want is to set my own conditions.

- It's a matter of principle.
- You have too many principles.

They're not good for much nowadays.

I know. Binnaggio already told me.

Maybe I'm from another era,
but I'm sticking to it.

That said, if you ever need to talk
to an old friend, I'll be there.

Because in the end,
what we have between us is best of all.

Tenderness.

I know.

Goodnight, little lady.

Goodnight, fool.

Stay there and don't fall asleep
at the same time.

- Goodnight, Mr. Paul.
- Goodnight.

I'm not tired yet.
I'll take the first shift.

I can sleep when I want.
I don't have any regrets.

- What's going on?
- I heard a whistle on this side.

I don't like signals.

- Did you see anything?
- No.

At any rate, you boys are on it.
Goodnight.

I'll take it from here.
Go to sleep, Yankee.

I'd be surprised if any Indians
attacked tonight.

My pistol. Damn it! I left it upstairs.

That'll get you a court-martial, pal.

Hey, do you know where
he stashed his whisky?

No, I don't know.

The Kraut didn't look like
he drank Coca-Cola.

These are pointless questions.

Of course, the arrests should take place
at the same time in Paris and New York.

We don't have long to wait.
The meeting is at 3 o'clock.

- Your plan is in place?
- Since first thing this morning.

Damn it! He got him, the bastard.
Quick, take him.

Drive normally now.

- Are we still going to the Monceau?
- No, Damrémont Street.

I've got a bullet in my arm,
but I don't think it's serious.

- Should I go to the doctor?
- Yes.

The bastards!

Say, the guy who shot at us,
was he at the Monceau yesterday?

Yes.

Okay. Roger, call the Monceau
and ask for Ballesta.

Tell him we'll be
an hour and a half late to the meeting.

- Everything's agreed to. Understood?
- Understood.

Then leave the car at the shop
because I think we've been spotted.

Get me a taxi.

Stay on the line.
I'll connect you to Mr. Ballesta.

Hello. This is Inspector Guillaume.

The meeting's been delayed
an hour and a half.

You sure you're not
doing anything stupid?

I don't give a damn
if it's stupid or not.

That bastard Binnagio double-crossed me.
He's going to pay.

They've double-crossed me
since the beginning.

Jack, Willy, Walter, Joe,
and now my pooch.

- That makes a strange addition!
- They killed your dog?

While I was on my way to their meeting.
I'll give them a meeting.

Look, Paulo. I understand,
but think it over.

I think you're going a little too far.

I'm done thinking.

- It's your guy.
- Let him in.

You got the thing?

Here you go, Mr. Paul.
It's set for five o'clock.

Believe me, at five o'clock,
you should be far away.

Come help me.

Don't worry. It's silent.
Believe me, it's in perfect order.

Here.

But it's more than what
you told me on the phone.

Today is my day to keep score.

When I leave the room, if anyone
stands in my way, you open fire.

At two minutes to five.

Don't try to understand.
Two minutes to five.

How will we get out of here after?

Broken Nose will be waiting for us
with a car.

Adjust your watches. It's 4:32.

Does that work?

They're expecting you.

Take my hat. And give me 35 bucks.

- Thirty-five?
- I'll give it back to you.

This is for your friend Sergio's wreath.

That's nice of you. May I?

- What's in the briefcase?
- The papers for your boss.

Do you want us
to frisk them like yesterday?

No, don't bother.

Yes?

You're sure the notebook
wasn't on the same side?

The Yank was in the room
when you entered, you're sure?

Thank you, Irene. I'll call you back.

No, everything's fine.

- Tony, where are you going?
- To take a piss.

If you're having prostate troubles,
we have great specialists in France.

They should have sent me
to Berlitz, the bastards.

What's wrong? You look funny.

No, no, I'm fine. It must be the heat.

Have a drink.

It's almost time to keep an eye out.

Don't move. They're coming.

- Do we need an ambulance?
- No, we need teaspoons.

Bravo.

You may be a criminal, Paulo,
but you've got plenty of courage.

I'll remember you fondly.