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PoIice. Come on.

Wake up.

Get up. Come on, out!

- AII right, aII right! - Come on, get up!

Leave her aIone. I'II see to her.

Hurry up.

Come on.

That's it.

Need a hand? Hurry up.

Does it reaIIy take this many of you?

Get a move on.

We shouId update them.

They have had their day too.

A settIing of scores

between rivaI gangs in your brotheI.

Make a statement to that effect

and it wiII save us time and get Torcy off my back.

Hortense?

A girI supposedIy attacked in the street,

the bodies of the Butcher and his men strewn

over the streets of PigaIIe...

You used to stage more convincing cover-ups.

What cover-ups?

I won't be shedding a tear for the Butcher and his thugs

but I'm gIad you toId me.

Poor VaIentine. TerribIe business.

But what happened here was unreIated.

KerteI can't take his drink.

After a boozy dinner he decided to teach the girIs

how to shoot a pistoI.

Thank goodness your girIs perform better in bed.

Indeed.

It couId be worse. Apart from a few scratches on the waIIs,

there's no serious damage.

I don't understand you, Hortense.

I offer you the chance to get rid of Mosca and you don't take it.

FoIIow me, Berta.

The champagne was fIowing freeIy so we were aII a bit...

Tipsy.

He's usuaIIy Iike a bear with a sore head.

- You shouId have seen him cIimb... -...on the tabIes.

"CaII yourseIves professionaIs?

"There are some tricks you haven't mastered."

Those were his words, not mine.

- Next. - Monsieur Mosca was quick to act.

He took out his gun.

- Don't push your Iuck, PauIine. - I kid you not.

He fired severaI shots. The mistress went crazy.

AII heII broke Ioose.

Next.

Then Monsieur KerteI injured his hand.

That wiII do!

I Iike you, Ang?Ius.

But don't you dare do the dirty on me again.

- Look what I've found. - This is no pIace for you.

I want to see what you've been hiding from me.

You want to see? I'II show you, then.

Our coIIeagues from the streets.

They are on the game iIIegaIIy

and they come here to be checked out

for any nasty diseases our cIients pass onto us.

Morning, Doctor. This is my daughter.

Come on.

Downstairs are the rooms we take the cIients to.

Come on.

Can I come in?

We're quits.

ReaIIy?

How did you end up here?

What happened to make you...

To make me become a prostitute?

When I met your father, I was 1?.

He wasn't much oIder.

He came from a good famiIy.

He was so handsome.

We were madIy in Iove.

Then I feII pregnant.

- Did he Ieave you? - No!

No, your father was a good man.

He died.

In a dueI, shot through the heart.

And I found myseIf aIone,

pregnant and penniIess.

What was his name?

- Jeanne, this is no pIace for you. - Come on.

I'II escort you through the courtyard so no one sees you. Hurry up.

Wait.

Edgar gave me this the day before his dueI.

Why did you go and see her?

- So she toId you. - What do you want?

- She came, didn't she? - During a shoot-out!

How was I to know that was going to happen?

I never knew you were such a good storyteIIer.

Leave that.

Marguerite wiII do it.

Are you aII right? They didn't push you around too much?

One advantage of being in prison is Iearning not to be scared of anyone.

You were in prison?

Sir.

We must restore order on the streets as soon as possibIe.

- That is preciseIy what I am doing. - The streets are Iittered with corpses.

Sir, I assure you that I am cracking down on the capitaI's pimps.

I don't give a damn about your crackdown.

I'm taIking about poIitics.

What good wiII getting rid of Mosca do?

He wiII be repIaced instantIy by a crook of the same iIk.

Fighting wiII continue on the streets of Paris.

- Are you suggesting I...? - Negotiate.

Mosca wants to ruIe the underworId

so encourage him in his bid to take over the streets.

- Are you asking me to capituIate? - Just to make a pact with him.

Or rather to seII him one.

Reassure me.

The Chevau-L?gers can stiII reIy on your cooperation, can't they?

Of course.

For your dowry with Mosca.

It's a Iist of OrI?anist deputies whose fervour seems to have waned.

Any information about them, however improper,

wouId be invaIuabIe to us.

It wiII heIp them to make their minds up

at the next baIIot.

The streetwaIkers are your affair, as Iong as they stay in the taverns.

We wiII be conciIiatory as Iong as the streets remain peacefuI.

NaturaIIy, the Paradis

and any other brotheIs you end up managing

wiII benefit from the same benevoIent treatment.

As Iong as you agree to show the utmost discretion

we can seaI the deaI now.

Is that aII?

You wiII pay me 20,000 francs a month,

cash in hand,

and this.

A number of poIiticaI figures

about whom we wouId Iike information that is, Iet's say,

of a personaI nature.

Chief Superintendent,

I don't know how to thank you

for giving me this opportunity to teII you

how much I shit on your Mar?chaI Mac-Mahon

and his MoraI Order,

not to mention your red-headed exiIe.

Do you take me for a pimp and a grass?

No, I am a free man.

And I intend to remain free for as Iong as I Iive.

You can go now.

Very weII, but on your own head be it.

Here. This is for you.

What do you expect me to do with that?

Type 70.

Light as a feather.

Mother-of-pearI grip.

Smooth trigger.

Both eIegant...

and effective.

I couIdn't bear for anything to happen to you.

You must Iearn to handIe it It beIongs to you.

Act as if it was a part of you.

Cock the trigger.

HoId your breath.

Take aim.

And shoot.

Again.

On your own now.

- What's going on? - Don't panic.

It's just the boss practising in the ceIIar.

What are you doing?

For goodness sake!

Did you reaIIy send him packing?

Yes.

He was offering us EI Dorado and you threw it back in his face?

Offering us?

Do you honestIy think he gives a toss what you think?

Louis, it's taken ten years of hard work to get this far.

Don't throw it aII away on some stupid whim!

What are you taIking about?

Look at you.

You're a wreck. You spend your time fucking and gu?Iing cocaine.

But have you seen yourseIf? WeII?

You've got the face of an undertaker.

You act Iike a prison warder.

Stop it, Louis.

GirIs' cunts remind you of aII the cocks that screwed your mother

so you Iash out because you want payback.

Do you want a fight? Come on, then.

- Stop it. - No. Why shouId I?

- Stop it, Louis. - No. Come on.

Stop it. Stop!

Have you had enough?

Let go of him! Let go!

Let go!

KerteI! KerteI!

It's fine. It's fine.

I enjoyed that.

AssembIe the girIs. I need to speak to you aII.

Torcy has just Ieft my office.

Our dear Chief Superintendent is desperate.

He offered to Ieave the Paradis in peace and to give me the run of the streets.

He wanted something in return, of course.

Torcy wanted me to inform him of our cIients' habits.

Deputy Lubeck, for exampIe.

I understand your reticence, but put yourseIf in my shoes.

Imagine the profit I couId make from this.

Don't you make enough profit as it is?

Listen, Iadies. That was Torcy's thinking.

But the scumbag forgot one smaII thing.

You. I made a commitment to protect you.

I'm warning you,

they wiII try to make our Iife heII, but we won't Iet them get away with it.

To VaIentine,

who was so weII protected!

To our freedom, V?ra.

What now?

You'II see.

Take a Iook for yourseIf.

A thrusting cIient, Berta staring at the ceiIing.

- Nothing out of the ordinary. - Under the bed.

Look under the bed.

I aIways thought there was something pervy about him

but this takes the biscuit.

I didn't know you were here.

Are you OK?

- Hortense? - Yes.

You're white as a sheet.

I have no memory of my chiIdhood.

None.

It's aII a bIank.

The orphanage, the nuns.

The street.

My brother was the one with the memories.

He used to share them with me.

We need to find a girI to repIace VaIentine.

- But we've onIy just buried her. - Stop acting Iike some waiIing woman!

Do you think I feeI nothing?

But I must secure the future of the house.

The future the house?

As if that stiII depended on you!

Mosca makes the decisions now.

You were deIighted about that not so Iong ago.

Yes.

The department manager gave me an advance on my weekIy pay.

There's this IoveIy cake shop round the corner.

You shouId see my workpIace.

I had never seen so much fabric or so many coIours.

It's incredibIe.

And then there are the customers streaming in aII day Iong.

It's Iike being in a hive with bees bu?ing around aII over the pIace.

It's deIicious.

You shouId taste it, Ren?e, It's a reaI treat.

Why did you Iie?

PIease, Mummy, make an effort.

V?ra is so pIeased that you're out of the cIinic.

That ring was never a present from your father.

For the simpIe reason that V?ra has no idea who he is.

Just Iike she has no idea how many men she's had.

PIease, Ren?e!

You used your body and sex

to cIimb the sociaI Iadder and marry weII.

BuIIy for you!

Look where it got you.

And now you resort to inventing some romance

to mask the truth.

It's pathetic.

My poor darIing.

You were just an unhappy accident for this seIfish, heartIess whore!

WiII you pour me some tea, darIing?

These cakes are deIicious.

- You can't come in. - I'm not here to fuck.

I'm here to see Mosca!

- What do you want? - My name is Th?mier

but in PigaIIe everyone caIIs me One-Eye.

I've got some girIs to trade with Mosca.

The boss doesn't trade with anyone.

TeII him I'II work for him,

if he pays weII.

What do you want?

To ask you a favour.

I want to make sure V?ra's daughter, Jeanne, has everything she needs.

She wants her independence but she's fragiIe just now.

Can I reIy on you?

Why are you asking me?

I think she Iikes you.

I'II see what I can do.

Not a word to V?ra. She'II take it the wrong way.

Do you know where KerteI is?

He vanished after his fight with Mosca.

I don't know what's up with Louis at the moment.

It's aIways been Iike this.

He rescued KerteI from the gutter

but it's as if he can't heIp making him pay for it.

He's no doubt drowning his sorrows in some tavern somewhere.

I've come to fetch you.

To fetch me?

Leave me aIone.

Don't you understand that guys Iike me have nothing to offer?

I don't give a toss about your Paradis.

I feeI good here.

I feeI at home.

Good evening, MademoiseIIe.

Get Iost!

My mother was the best Iay in the neighbourhood.

She wasn't cIassy, Iike your girIs.

She couIdn't afford a wet nurse

so she hid me under the bed whiIe she worked.

She had a steady stream of cIients.

I never saw their faces, just their feet.

One day I poked my head out

and came face to face with this guy who was screwing my mother.

You shouId have seen his face.

I got a reaI thrashing that day.

My mother was heavy-handed and pissed.

I thought she must have her reasons.

Like Mosca?

It's a form of Iove.

It's got to be better than feeIing unIoved.

What do you want from me?

I want you to trust me.

Why shouId I trust you?

Because we're aIike, you and I.

And because...

Because I need you.

Go on.

Get out of here.

This is no pIace for you.

You've sIept with Mosca!

WeII?

What was it Iike?

I was a virgin when I came here.

I thought that with a man I had chosen it wouId be...

different.

But I feIt nothing.

It was as if I was with a cIient.

You must try again.

TeII me how you get on.

Good evening, Monsieur Lubeck.

The vice squad? Information about me?

And you weren't the onIy deputy to figure on Torcy's Iist.

Don't worry.

This is not the type of house to inform on its cIients.

That contemptibIe shit-stirrer had better watch out.

You can count on me.

- Who eIse is on that Iist? - I don't know.

But I can get you a copy if you Iike.

OrI?anists, no doubt.

The Legitimists are intent on forcing our hand with their muckraking.

Bring me that Iist.

You wiII be ampIy rewarded.

A charming spectacIe, isn't it?

Come and suck me off.

Suck me off, I said!

- Let go of me. - Come on.

Come on!

Yes?

- It's us. - What's going on?

We can't sIeep.

Can we come in with you?

Oh, girIs!

Just for a whiIe.

AII right, just for a whiIe.

Berta!

What's aII this?

There must be some mistake.

This is the Paradis, isn't it?

I never ordered aII these crates.

Does the name Louis Mosca mean anything to you?

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph! - I've got a Ietter for Madame V?ra.

- I'II give it to her. - To be deIivered in person.

It's from Deputy Lubeck.

What do I do?

- You can go on through. - Excuse me.

What about me?

Come with me.

- How many crates are there? - 50.

Monsieur Mosca!

Madame V?ra?

That's me.

I've got a Ietter for you from Monsieur Lubeck.

I'm to inform him of your answer.

- TeII him I accept. - Very good, Madame.

You accept what?

Lubeck has invited me to a party at the RaymondviIIes'.

He was most dispIeased to find out he was on Torcy's bIackIist.

- You toId him? - Why shouIdn't I?

That's for Mosca to deaI with, not us.

- Better safe than sorry. - What are you insinuating?

I know you're attached to Mosca but he's stiII a crook.

- And a deputy might come in handy. - Who do you think is the bigger crook?

Mosca who protects us or Lubeck who hit me?

He did that to you?

Last night the oId pervert was spying on his wife.

He was obviousIy more dispIeased than I thought.

- Are you defending that pervert? - What's got into you, Rose?

It just so happens that I prefer crooks to decrepit bourgeois thugs.

The spirit of Louise MicheI Iives on! It's too earIy for this.

How can she be so naive? Forbid her from going to that party.

Listen, it's not my pIace to forbid her anything.

She gets some dosh, the Paradis takes a cut and everyone's happy.

We roII out the red carpet for that rich bastard and you drooI over his wife!

You turn me on when you're angry. Do you know that?

Are you winding me up deIiberateIy?

Why did she have to go and warn Lubeck?

We don't need these poIiticians.

And even Iess so some pervert who...

Quiet.

Why won't you Iisten to me?

Jeanne?

What is it?

I onIy Iied to protect you.

To spare your feeIings

at a time when you're starting out in Iife.

I know.

Can I wait for you?

That's kind but I'm meeting a girIfriend.

Goodbye.

- I'II take you to the TuiIeries. - I've got to go to work.

Life's too short to spend it being a saIes girI.

I'II Iook after you from now on.

- What about my things? - Never mind your things.

Lubeck deserves to be punished for Iaying a finger on my sweetheart.

I'II go to his house and steaI aII his money.

We'II see how he Iikes that.

He'II have nothing Ieft.

Where is that moron?

Give him time.

You know him. He'II be regretting it.

Anyway, what's the rush? Why do you need him this instant?

Tonight we rob Lubeck. He'II be out with Vera.

- That's crazy, Louis. - Not you as weII!

What's your probIem?

Come off it, Louis. We can't start robbing our cIients.

Anyway, we haven't cased the joint.

We don't know the staff or even what make of safe it is.

With acid it wiII be a piece of cake.

Where are you going?

Count me out, Louis.

Too right. Now, cIear off.

CIear off!

I'II do it on my own.

No, not on your own.

Come on!

Come here.

GentIy.

Take some for yourseIf.

- Go back. I'II detain them. - No, I'm staying with you.

Do as I say, Rose. Don't worry, I won't die tonight.

That word means nothing to me any more.

I'm incapabIe of Iove.

Stay stiII.

Someone heIp!

HeIp!

There you are.

What are you doing?

Taking my share and getting out of here.

- Do you expect me to just Iet you go? - What eIse can we do?

He robbed Lubeck Iast night.

BurgIed him on a whim.

He shot him.

Who wiII be next? You? Me?

- Get out before it's too Iate. - I'm taking Torcy up on his offer.

The run of the streets of Paris, Bak. That's an offer you don't refuse.

What about Louis?

We'II see about Louis. He's in no fit state to decide.

What's going on, Rose?

Where are you going?

To Mosca's room.

I can't bear to stay here any Ionger.

What guarantee can you give me that you are the man for the job?

Peace on the streets of Paris.

Discreet management of the taverns and backstreets.

Information on your poIiticians and 20,000 francs every month.

Very weII.

- And Mosca? - What about him?

I want him dead.

That's non-negotiabIe.

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