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They're targeting the road.

The next one will
hit us, turn around!

No!

We'd be too late. We'll make it.

Hurry, the last ones
don't have much time left.

These two, room 3!

Send him to room 5.

He's dead.

Where's Antoine?

You've forced your way in again.

Send him to room 5.

One of these days...

- Did he see the doctor?
- Not yet.

It's a head-wound this time.

He can't bear to
go back, doctor.

Sorry, if his wound is
healed, I won't have a choice.

Damn it, of course
you have a choice!

He's my brother,
he's all I have left.

Please...

I'm sorry.

Fuck, Antoine!

Antoine!

Antoine!

Antoine, stop!

Stop.

Get off me!

Don't do this!

I beg you, don't do this.

I don't want to go
back to that hell.

I'll jump then.

Louise! Antoine!

It's over!

The war is over!

The war is over!

Did you hear that? It's over.

Antoine, it's over.

It's over.

You asked to see me?

Yes.

What's this?

It's not payday.

This is your pay for the week.

Sorry, Lucien came back yesterday,
he's ready to take over your job.

Are you firing me?

- Don't do that.
- Lucien fought for his country.

He has to feed his family.

And what about me?

Your brother can work.

Louise, it's not against you, but
things need to get back on track.

And driving an ambulance
is not a job for a woman.

Sorry.

Can you believe it? "the
war is over, go home girls."

I know, it's disgusting.

There aren't enough jobs.

But I need this job Lydia, I
don't have a house anymore.

Your father's apartment?

We were kicked out when he
died, we couldn't pay the rent.

So, where do you sleep?

Antoine's friend lent him
a workshop at Falguière.

He's happy, but
there's no room for me.

Let's have a drink at
La Rotonde. It's on me.

There aren't any seats.

- Hi.
- Hi, how are you?

Oh, they're leaving.

You'll find something,
it will cheer you up.

What do you want to drink?

- Lemonade.
- Lemonade?

Two lemonades, then.

You know what, you're
going to come live with me.

That's nice.

But what will I live off of?

- The whorehouse?
- Oh no, it would be a waste.

Marry me instead?

A husband or a pimp, it's
the same thing, isn't it?

And she has a way with words.

I love it.

Too bad, because
you're annoying me.

Okay, beautiful.

But if you change
your mind, I'm here.

He's dreaming.

You're harsh, he
wasn't that bad.

So, call him back.

I don't do that anymore.

Etienne died two years ago.

He wouldn't have wanted that.

You can move on,
you have to live.

- You mean look for another man?
- Hm.

I'm not in that mood. I have
to find a way for us to eat.

Why don't you let Antoine
take care of himself?

He's an adult, he
can make a living.

As long as you're stuck
together, you won't make it.

You can't understand.

Inspector Antoine Kerlac is
due to join the Crime Squad,

on June 12

to join the group of
Superintendent Pardieu.

Antoine.

Why didn't you tell
me about this job?

It's a blessing.

The blessing

is to be able to express something
after these years in hell.

It's a miracle Loulou.

You're high.

Stop bothering me, let me work.

I got fired Antoine.

This is my last paycheck, I
don't know how we're gonna eat.

There are potatoes left.

With or without filter tip?

Please, just until we
get back on our feet.

My time has been stolen.

Police academy, war, I
have no time anymore.

- This is my life now.
- Stop that, we're really in trouble.

Too bad.

I'll never be a cop.

I hate those guys.

You're mixing it up.

- It's not because daddy...
- You never give up, do you?

Luckily for you.

Of course.

Should I thank you?

Listen to me,

no one will ever tell me
what to do again, Louise.

Especially not you.

- Louise.
- Good to see you.

Good to see you too.

You've changed so much.

And your brother?

I sent him a letter to prepare
his entry into Crime Squad.

I didn't know it was that bad.

He's an artist.

He gets that from mom.

And you take after your father.

Thank you.

I feel bad.

I haven't been much help
to you since he died.

I've had a hard time too.

Don't blame yourself.

We trusted each other, and
everything changed since he died.

He left a mess behind.

It's not easy.

Why?

Forget it.

Your father would
turn in his grave.

Tell me what brings you here.

Well... I need to work
and I was wondering if...

- Go to the next room.
- What?

And don't move until I
come to get you. Hurry.

Why are you here?

Come on Berger!

You really don't know?

No.

Get out of my house.

That's not very nice.

Damn, someone's there.

Go check.

Fuck. You bitch.

Fucking whore.

Georges!

Over there.

Let's go to the police.

I can't.

They worked for the prefecture.

Their car had an
official license plate.

- How is it possible?
- I don't know.

But they'll know if I testify,
they'll find me and kill me.

What should I do?

Come to my house.

Evening edition!

A policeman murdered by a
blonde woman in a blue jacket.

Ask for the newspaper
" Le petit Parisien."

A policeman murdered by a
blonde woman in a blue jacket.

My jacket, I forgot
it at Berger's.

There are plenty of
jackets like that.

But there's a pawnshop
receipt with my name in it.

- Shit, I'm so dumb.
- Calm down, we'll find a solution.

How about going far away?

- You dreamed about the colonies.
- With Etienne, Lydia.

Leaving like that to hide, no!

Just until the truth comes out.

When you're safe, we'll
tell the police everything.

But they'll come after you.

No, I have to go and explain
to him, he might be in danger.

Louise!

Antoine?

Antoine.

To my favorite investigator, I
found the culprit on page 91.

It's your turn, Louise. Dad.

It's your turn.

A guy is watching us.

Huh?

Hey!

What are you doing? Who are you?

It's me, Antoine.

Loulou.

Louise?

And after trying to kill me, they
accused me of murdering Berger.

I have to disappear Antoine.

And the best way is to

take your place in
the Crime Squad.

- Are you crazy?
- No, I'm serious.

I learned laws and procedures
with you, for your exam.

I can shoot and drive, I
don't flinch at a corpse.

And they never saw you.
Only Berger knew you.

And he's dead.

It won't work, they'll
see that you're a woman.

Want to bet?

Even you didn't recognize me.

Do you realize what
you're getting into?

You have to go away Loulou.

- Go hide somewhere!
- Like a criminal?

Throw my life away?

No, Antoine.

I must prove my innocence.

And the only way is to
find who killed Berger.

At least there I'll
stand a chance.

The truth is, you're
excited about being a cop.

You always envied me.

Not to be you.

But be able to do what you do.

Yeah.

And follow in the
footsteps of your dad?

If you take my name

who'll I be?

Valbonne!

That's the name you sign.

They all call you that already.

I like that.

I can't stand Antoine Kerlac.

Anyway, you'll do as
you please, right?

All right, do it.

But I want half your salary, and
don't cry if anything happens.

What did you expect?

Your brother is angry
at the whole world.

He blames your mother for dying,

your father for forcing
him to be a cop.

I know Lydia.

We have three days to
turn me into a man.

This is suicide.

- And the receipt?
- It seems like they didn't find it.

So, will you help me?

Honey, I can house you, feed
you, clothe you, but not that.

You'll do it anyway.

Turn, madam, turn.

Well, sir, I mean.

- It's not too tight?
- No, it's fine.

How is it now?

The walk.

At best you'll look like a fag.

Think of your father.

Put on the shirt.

Raise your head.

Don't be afraid to show up.

The jacket.

I have to work on my voice too.

I never thought I'd see
you dress like a man.

- Admit it, I'm attractive.
- You are.

Am I?

Better?

No, that's not credible.

If only you observed men more.

And like this?

This is good.

Hi, Antoine Kerlac.

Hi, Antoine Kerlac.

Hi, Antoine Kerlac.

How's the hat?

It's fine.

Be careful.

Let's go.

CRIMINAL POLICE

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, Inspector Kerlac?

Here's the information sheet

to fill out for
the administration.

Superintendent Pardieu is
waiting for you in room 215.

This way, second
floor on the left.

Okay, thank you.

What do you need?

The office 215, I'm
the inspector Kerlac.

Oh, you're Maurice's son?

Hi, superintendent Ventura.

Hi.

You look like him.

Boss! I have a tip for Berger!

It's a girl who
got out of jail...

Her boyfriend died
on Ciseaux Street.

That's a mobile. Let's go.

Why would she kill him?

We'll give you a report.

I ask for reinforcements
and they send me a rookie.

I served four years under bombs.

I knew your father well, kid.

A hero for many,

a strong head for others.

But you, if you want to stay,

you'll have to prove yourself.

And build some muscles!

I'll try to compensate
with my brain.

Insolence will not
be enough, Kerlac.

I'm counting on
you to train him.

Understood, boss.

You're brave for a scrawny guy.

Maxime Veber. But
everyone calls me Max.

Antoine Kerlac.

Don't overdo it.

And take care, he hates
being messed with.

- Demobilized for a long time?
- Six months.

- And what did you do?
- Rehabilitation. I was injured.

Where do you stay?

I'll fill out my form first.

I was just breaking the ice.

Sorry.

I didn't like how the superintendent
talked about my father.

Don't worry about it.
He misses your dad.

Tell me...

They say that Berger
was murdered by a woman,

but the knife

it's not a woman's weapon.

Well, usually.

Some women are willing
to compete with men.

Like during the war.

I didn't see any
in the trenches.

Of course.

Where were you?

In the east,

28th RI.

It was hell... For
you too, I guess?

You live alone?

With my fiancée.

You are engaged?

Yes.

Beware of recoil,
it's surprising.

I know that.

Antoine Kerlac, Jacques Alberti, the
Corsican, the weapons specialist.

He's not very talkative.

But he knows his stuff.
So listen to him!

Hey guys!

The Seine brought in a corpse on
the banks near of Les Moulins.

Ready for the baptism of fire?

Ready.

Put it behind if you
value your balls.

Ah, Superintendent!

I would like to take pictures.

You're already here.

Who tipped you off?

I was drinking
coffee with Dr. Paul.

So, these pictures?

No, Ketoff!

- No corpse in the press.
- We'll make do with you.

First rule Kerlac,
keep the press away!

That's not nice. We can
be useful, even for you!

You're Kerlac?

You're new? Don't
let him impress you.

Who's that?

Roman Ketoff. An
American reporter.

He has no accent.

He was born and
raised in France.

He came back to fight
in 17 and he stayed.

He works for Le Petit Parisien,

the boss is wary of him
since the Landru affair.

Why?

He wrote that we arrested him
because of complaints from neighbors.

It wasn't true?

It was, that's the point.

My men fished it
out around 6 a.m.

These algae could have held the
body at the bottom for a while.

Then the current could have
carried it several kilometers.

Yeah. She's in her underwear...

She must have
lived by the river.

But what's that
cut on her cheek?

A boat propeller?

Maybe,

but in any case, it's an
accident or a suicide.

No, I don't think so.

This mark.

I've seen it before
on shackled prisoners.

This girl was chained.

She broke her nails.

Probably by trying
to free herself.

Well done, young man!

That's a good recruit
superintendent.

We'll see with practice.

Dr Paul, inspector
Antoine Kerlac.

I liked your father
very much, boy.

We miss him, you know.

So

my poor girl.

Tell me what happened to you.

This scar is strange.

Who could have done that?

He likes to show off,
especially in front of the boss.

But he's really
good, you'll see.

Multiple wounds under the feet.

You ran on sharp rocks.

You must have been
really scared to do that.

You were being chased, right?

And then you panicked,

and you jumped into the Seine
when maybe you couldn't swim.

You write history as
it suits you, Doctor.

The dead don't lie. I'm
just here to speak for them.

Since you're talented,
young Kerlac,

I invite you to the autopsy.

I was planning to
bring him with me.

Great minds.

But, I would like
my friend Ketoff

to take some pictures,
it helps me to work.

You don't mind?

Until you get the
money to buy a camera.

Kerlac bring him in.

And get the bobbin back.

You can come, the doctor
needs photos of the body.

I knew I would be needed.

Were you related to
the superintendent?

I'm his son, did you know him?

I've heard of him. A great cop.

He used the press to
further his investigations.

A few pictures will be enough.

Ketoff,

take one or two shots
of the whole scene

and then the details
that interest us.

Kerlac, you have a sharp eye,

show him the marks
and the scars.

I feel that we'll
become a good team.

Your father was my friend,

we have good memories together.

Looks like you
impressed the Doctor.

I was trained well.

By the way,

Berger was your father's deputy?

What do you think of his death?

This story is strange, isn't it?

I don't know... I haven't
seen him in a while.

Well, are you almost done?

I'm done.

Hi, kids.

I have to talk to you.

So,

did you get Berger's murderer?

The bitch hanged herself!

To think that Berger
was killed by a whore!

But her blue jacket
was covered in blood.

A quick investigation,
well done guys.

The prefect pressured us.

He doesn't like
cops being killed.

But why would that
girl kill Berger?

I'm smart enough to understand.

Mathilde!

Next round is on me!

What's the problem?

He was my godfather,
I want to understand.

Ask Pardieu,

but not in front of everyone.

Berger was killed
because of your father.

What do you mean?

He sometimes took the
law into his own hands.

One day,

he wanted to set up a flagrante
delicto against thugs.

There were deaths,

and among them, three innocents.

A woman, Nicolina, and two kids.

No... I can't believe this...

You wanted the truth.

A month later,
Nicolina's husband

set a trap for your father,

and shot him!

But Berger...

He was your father's deputy.

He set up the
operation with him...

That's why Nicolina's
sister killed him too!

But it's impossible!
It makes no sense!

My father was shot
eight months ago,

why would she wait so long?

She was in jail!

She was released
the day Berger died.

Sorry.

Go eat.

It's not pleasant to attend an
autopsy on an empty stomach.

Yes, your father
crossed the line.

But we don't judge him.

Sometimes, we even
understand him.

This is René, aka Néné.

Are you waiting for someone
to pull out a chair for you?

Excuse me...

And for the pretty boy?

Like the others.

Thank you.

Look at that,

Mathilde seems to like you.

I have a fiancée. A nurse.

Really?

Are they really naked
under their blouse?

Come on, tell us!

What kind of treats
does she give you?

Linguine and farfalle.

Linguine...

You pig!

With olive oil...

It's Italian pasta...

Ah!

Yeah.

Depending on the insects
found on a corpse,

depending on their species,

their reproductive cycle,

we can date the time of death.

Hurry up Kerlac.

And when the body has
been in the water?

Then it biases everything.

So we look for another way.

The gash on the cheek.

Thin blade.

Before the death.

That bastard really
wanted to hurt her!

The middle finger looks
shrunken at the nail.

Did you see that?

What do you think?

A thimble perhaps?

Excuse me, where's the bathroom?

On the left.

A thimble.

He was raised by his mother.

Hey.

That's the women's bathroom.

Is this your first autopsy?

Well, just puke your guts out.

Take your time.

I'm Colin, Dr. Paul's assistant.

Antoine Kerlac.

It's you!

You impressed the
Doctor this morning.

Excuse me, but the bathroom...

Over there.

Thank you.

Looks like you're right
about the thimble.

I found needle marks
on her other fingers.

A professional seamstress?

And a mother.

The state of her uterus attests
that she had given birth.

A blonde seamstress with a kid.

We'll pull all the missing women
reports in the last 12 months.

Dr. Paul...

Kerlac, let's go.

Please, come in.

I want to investigate
Berger's murder.

- I've already put Castel on it.
- He sucks.

Berger was Kerlac's deputy,

two cops killed in a suspicious
way in less than a year.

- And you don't like coincidences.
- No.

Any tips?

Not yet,

but I have a new source.

Kerlac's son.

Kerlac's son?

But you're on the
drowned girl case.

I can take two cases at once.

Okay.

You have Berger's case.

But do me a favor.

Yes?

Not today, come back tomorrow.

He doesn't want my article!

English women get the
vote but nobody cares.

But you're very lucky,

I'm free tonight.

Good news?

Berger's case, the murderer
with the blue jacket found dead.

Thank you, sir.

Ask for "Le petit Parisien."

All about the Berger's case.

Ask for it Ladies and gentlemen.

That many women
disappear in one year?

They're not all dead.

But with the war,

hard to know what
happened to them.

Hello?

It's for you.

A woman!

Hello?

Louise! I'm glad to hear you.

How are you?

Everything's fine.

We saw the newspaper, so...

I don't know at what
time I'll finish.

Pick me up at 6 o'clock, bye.

She really loves you.

Listen to this.

Céleste Dumont, 28,
blond with blue eyes,

seamstress, single with a child.

Living at 48 Lepic Street,

reported missing
almost 4 months ago

by her neighbor and
friend, Valentine Richard.

One day, she left
for an appointment,

and she never came back.

With whom?

A painter, she posed for him.

Do you have his name?

No, I don't know.

And when was that?

In February, after Carnival...

Can we see her apartment?

No, the landlady rented it out.

But I kept a few
things just in case.

Thank you.

What is this?

Céleste made them.

She dreamed of owning a store.

She wanted to give her
son a good education.

Where is this son?

Does he have a father?

Yes, a student who died at the front
before being able to marry Céleste.

She had to put her son in
foster care in Bagneux.

- No other man in her life?
- No, she was very serious.

It's silk.

And this perfume is expensive.

You know a lot
about chick stuff.

You'll see when
you have a fiancée!

How could she afford all this?

Through a very rich
American woman.

She gave her presents,

she invited her everywhere.

What's her name?

I don't know.

Do you know the Apollo?

By name.

It's a jazz club in Montmartre.

Did you see that?

Two one-way tickets to New
York for Céleste and her son.

The boat left Le Havre a
week after she disappeared.

A serious girl?

Céleste wasn't receiving any
man. She wasn't like that.

She never received any visits?

A man came once or twice,
just before she disappeared.

What's his name?

I don't know...

Céleste yelled at him, she
didn't want him to come back.

She said: "you'll
never have me!"

And can you describe him?

Upper class,

gray hair, well dressed.

With a nice white car
and an Annamite driver.

Are you sure?

Céleste called him Phuong.

She told me that he came
during the Indochina war.

Gentlemen.

The rich boyfriend.

He took nude pictures of her.

That explains the
dresses, the perfume.

But why would he
kidnap and torture her?

A possessive guy, she wanted
to leave, he punished her.

But she had an appointment
with a painter.

He was maybe waiting
for her after her date.

Thanks to the Annamite driver,
we'll quickly find this man.

Max, this is Lydia. My fiancée.

Miss.

Nice to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

Go ahead, I'll take care of this.
Pretty ladies shouldn't wait.

What are you doing here?

I warned you...

Okay, you got your receipt back,

but they killed an innocent
girl to cover up their crime!

If they find you...

They have no reason to
look for Louise Kerlac!

You're scared too.

No, I'm just on my guard.

You should stop that.

Antoine agrees with me.
If you had seen him...

I'll go see him.

If you go to Falguière,

there's a shortcut
through the hospital.

Damn it!

I lost Kerlac!

Idiot!

We have to stake out
his place for hours now.

Congratulations.

Hey, the pose is not free!

Rose, let me finish, I'm poor.

And you're so
beautiful like that.

It doesn't work like that.

Come on, we had a good time, no?

Maybe, but good or not, my
time is precious, darling.

And not free!

Two francs an hour at
Pascin and Foujita's.

Take a look.

Is that me?

The lines of your body.

If you want to do that,
you don't need me.

Miss.

You're working hard.

Damn you, Louise!

Your bullshit ruined my day!

So

they found their culprit, you
don't have to hide anymore.

But Antoine Kerlac can't
disappear overnight.

That would be weird
and dangerous.

It was just until
they found a culprit.

But I want to understand
for Dad and Berger.

He was killed before my eyes.

And it's not your job to fix it.

They're running rumors about
Dad to cover their asses.

- I can't let that happen.
- I can't believe it.

You want to prove
his innocence too?

Well, sorry.

- He was always above everything!
- Not the law.

Yeah, keep seeing him as
a hero if it suits you.

It won't bring him back.

Do you know many models?

Quite a few, why?

Because we found a dead
girl in the Seine, Céleste.

She posed for a painter,
does that ring a bell?

You really act like a cop.

And a rich and eccentric
American woman,

in her fifties, the Apollo.

That could be Jenny Meyer.

I see her sometimes there.

I want to go there.

Take me.

Right now?

I won't show up with a cop.

How about an advance

of your half of my salary?

You're a pain in the ass.

Well.

You can't be Louise.

You can't be Antoine with me.

But...

Look at this.

Remember this one?

The one that Mom wore to
the Prefecture's ball.

It still smells of her perfume.

She would like that you
wear it. Let me do it.

It's 20 years old, Antoine,
it's out of fashion.

Trust me, you'll see.

Are you sure?

- Remember when...
- Shh...

Wait, I'm not done...

There.

When we stole their clothes,
they gave us a hard time.

Yeah... Especially me!

I still have the mark of
dad's signet ring on my ass.

- Want to see it?
- No, no.

- I'll show you.
- No, stop, Antoine, no.

I'll put this on...

It reminds me of mom.

Yes, it was hers...

Here we go.

That's it.

And the final touch.

There.

Great.

Come and see.

So? Let me introduce
you to Gisèle.

It doesn't look like me,
I look like a chicken.

Well, that's the point.

You look great.

Valbonne, my friend,
come. Everyone is here!

You must keep an
eye on everyone.

Yes, I do!

Are you looking for a man?

No, a friend, Céleste,
a pretty blonde...

Why do you want to see her?

To hear from her. I
haven't seen her in ages.

Don't worry.

She's saying hello
to Miss Liberty.

The statue in New York. She
dreamt to go there with her kid.

To Céleste!

Well

that will cost you a cognac.

I have no money.

Poor little kitten
with no money.

But I never pay for my drinks.

And I have to earn some money,

Céleste told me
that I could pose.

Yeah, maybe.

But it's not for shy people.

I'm not shy!

Come to La Rotonde, I'll
introduce you to some painters!

I heard that Céleste met
them at an American's house.

Jenny Meyer.

Do you know her?

- Hey!
- Hey!

This is my break, can I
offer you a drink Kiki?

You see? Sydney is a
good friend of Jenny.

- What's your name?
- Gisèle.

Sydney, will you
offer her a drink too?

Two beautiful girls
for the price of one?

Of course! Champagne!

Let's move!

Come on, I thought
you weren't shy.

Jeanne!

Have you seen Pascin's
last painting?

It's nothing compared to Soutine
and the power of his portraits.

It's her fault we
don't see you anymore?

Who is she?

A chicken...

Okay, Soutine is great,

but he's a savage who likes
to play the cursed artist.

If you knew where he comes from.

A Jewish kid in a
miserable ghetto.

We all had to fight.

But not me, I know.

Except against my own demons.

Modi, I'm tired...

Okay, let's go home.

I'll introduce you to friends.

They're amateurs
for your painting.

I have no paintings to show.

Nada! Zero!

Damn it...

At least come and have a drink!

Our friend Zborowski is full of
praise for your talent, Valbonne.

My wife and I would like
to see your painting.

When I'll be
satisfied with them.

Let us judge for ourselves.

Judging me?

No more of that!

I don't allow
anyone to judge me!

Valbonne, M.Vandel
is a wise collector.

Forget it, I have
nothing to sell.

Especially to collectors who
are just looking for a bargain!

Your arrogance will be
your loss, young man.

Freedom is all I have left!

Gentleman.

Get over here.

Who is the pretty lady
you're talking to?

Why did you take
me out like that?

You were attracting attention.

You're supposed to be discreet.

Antoine, you're
worried about me.

You're my bread and butter.
What do I do if you disappear!

Wait a minute.

You shouldn't be seen
near Lydia's house.

And we shouldn't cross paths.

Don't worry, I'll be
fine. And so will you!

Your purse.

We meet again, beautiful!

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