All language subtitles for Le Corps De Mon Ennemi (1976).BDRip.1080p.10bit.AV1.PlamenNik.en

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BODY OF MY ENEMY

Cournai... 10-minute stop.

PAPER DISPOSAL

Rene, look.

Keep calm.

A packet of Marlboros.

We will kill bastard murderers!

What do I owe you?

Ten francs seventy.

He didn't recognise you.

Does the Trade Hall on
Moncey Street still exist?

Sure does!

To Moncey Street then.

Mine one or yours?

Funniest one yet.

What if I told you about this family...

Sorry?

A few gags...

My brother living in Paris rings
any number when he's bored.

Asks for 'Your handsome' and inevitably
gets the reply, 'Yes, your handsome'.

'So sit yourself down' he says.

What do you predict for Munich?

I say it won't be a walk in
the park.

Look out! On their turf, the
Germans shouldn't be underestimated.

Sometimes even on ours.

A. Beaumont Liegard Hospital

Is that new?

New? Been a long time since
you were here?

Seven years.

I regret that the banning order
wasn't removed from your sentence.

Understand that I'm saying this
for your benefit.

Your return there isn't desirable.

Nor desired.

OK, so the Trade Hall's
got two schools.

We either cut across town or take the
ring road so you see what's new.

So which way then?

Whichever way you like.

I'm getting off here.

Take my suitcase to the hotel
and book me a room.

That's enough?

..."Says the whale, hiding in
the water."

It's a good one, huh?

"That's enough says the whale,
hiding in the water."

Even too much.

That's fine. Keep the rest.

Which name do I book your
room for?

Leclercq!

Wow! If only I was expecting
this!

I'm not disturbing you?

No, not at all.

So come in.

This is amazing!

I was talking about you to
my wife a few days ago.

Yes, I got married.

We all do. You know what
it's like...

No...

Have a seat.

Have you had breakfast?

The last tin dish.

Oh, of course!

When did you get out?

Right after the last tin dish.

You see, you rarely stay on.

Oh, of course...

My wife's still asleep.

I'll wake her up... She'll
be delighted.

Asleep... It is early...

She has trouble falling asleep.

She's forced to take tablets.

She's highly-strung.

So inevitably, in the morning...

I'm going to make two good
coffees.

Nah, don't worry about it.

It won't take me long.

Was this idiot at my trial?

All rise!

Proceedings may begin.

Francois Leclercq, identity check.

Please confirm your birth on
18 November 1933 at Cournai.

You shaved your mustache, huh?

Yeah, what do you think?

What's my mustache to him?

He hasn't changed.

...Better than before.

...Necessarily, or there's a mistake.

Not even a friend, a classmate.

Same class, different group.

On Sundays, we laughed at him
in 'Miss Remington's arms.

That's what we called the typist
his father took as second wife.

Son and step-mother embracing
like fiances...

in the majestic shadow of the
Legal Department's Second-in-Command

at the Deposit and Consignment Office.

He must be here to thump me, but
why me? We weren't really friends.

I'll get through this with...

Shit, 25 will do it.

It's ready, try it.

I buy it at the Coffee House.

They roast it themselves.

Francois... I wouldn't want you to be
awkward with an old classmate.

Something to ask me?

Yes.

Are you sleeping with her?

Did you come just to
ask me that?

Oh yes!

Here we go again!

Well no, would you believe.

I wasn't dim.

Walking with her, I could tell
you made fun of me.

Of course not!

For the old days, she was very pretty,
a little faded... I mean, pastel.

What can I say?

I felt it was silly...

But she wanted it that way.

To show she wasn't a farce.

That the son agreed.

That we were...

That you were happy.

That's it.

Not that after Dad's death...
both in the same room...

...Doors closed...

You can't always control your
thoughts.

Right.

But don't think that... No
nothing at all.

Then... She grew old...
Slowly.

Always cared for her appearance.

Then one morning, while watering
her plants...

...Bam!

Everything’s changed now.

'Expansion', we're living at
the American pace.

Life's changed, and people have too.

You won't recognise anything...
Me neither.

Six months outside a neighbourhood,
and you don't recognise it.

Expanding every day.

Would you believe the population
has nearly doubled?

Two times more idiots?...
Seems impossible.

Anyway, that doesn't change
anything since nothing

ever does in this city
which isn't a city...

...but the temple to the textile
industry's prosperity and grandeur.

In other places it's sugar, spinach,
nougat, cars... Here it's textiles.

No one escapes it.

Living from and for the textile
industry... until death.

A life sentence of textiles.

Textiles and soccer... Factory
above, soccer below...

The factory for money, the
stadium for honor.

Young people wave banners, but not
signs.

COJAC! COJAC!

Hungarian soccer star Serge
Cojac, at the nationals 16

times, transferred to local
team for 500 mill. fr...

Less than a strike costs.

We're not poor like Uruguay
or Zaire, we know a

penalty's worth in the
polls, so we pay Cojac.

We can't be bastards because
we're French champions.

'Is the accused guilty of
Karine Lechard's murder?

- Yes.

Is the accused guilty of Serge Cojac s
murder?- Yes.

'Were Lechard and Cojac's
murders committed with

the aggravating circumstance
of premeditation?

No.

'Should the accused benefit from
attenuating circumstances? - Yes.

The court thus sentences you
to ten years imprisonment.

The region's buggered off...

Commerce Street's become
an enormous window

display, over flowing,
eating up the street...

The town's become wild...

A gadgets trade fair with
gaping mirror, steel,

plexiglas doors and
commanding slogans.

'Bargain', 'Clearance', 'Our prices
will shatter'.

A way to sell off, chuck
out, or get rid of things

that serve no purpose,
except being bought again.

GOAL, always cheapest!

Thousands o tems available!

GOAL, vehicle, hour free with 1200
franc purchase.

CHEAP

A fragment of a lost
world, I remember the

stores you went into
to make a purchase.

Bookshop - Stationery

Hello sir.

What are you after lad?

I'd like a 500 draft book please

I'd like three hard backs, one
drawing book and coloring pencils.

Certainly miss.

And a pencil sharpener.

Very well miss.

I'll charge miss' account?

Please.

Goodbye miss.

Sorry about that sonny, it was the
Liegards' daughter.

That's when I started to hate, I think.

'Sonny'!

Because of her priority, his casual...

way of speaking to me.

To her, 'yes miss', 'certainly miss'...

Later, much later, came justice
when I slept with her.

I can remember the swans,
the sloping lawn,

the Willow's moist
shadow, everything.

...Except myself.

I certainly didn't have this face
because it was 12 years ago.

With a cluttered memory,
when you try to see

your old face, you
see it with today's.

Am I at Miss Liegard's?

Is she here?

What's it about?

I rather incidentally learn the house
was for sale... If it's possible...

What is it?

It's about the house miss.

If you're from an agency, I'll tell you
right now...

Not at all.

Some friends are looking
at property in the area...

Since I heard you
were selling...

Maybe... I get the idea every
year, in the wrong season.

But it disappears by Spring generally.

I'll show you around, it'll
entertain me.

Would you prefer to start upstairs
or downstairs?

From the stairs.

Who pointed out that the house
was for sale?

A Dutch homosexual friend.

I don't know any.

Any Dutch...?

This is your room...don't deny it,
it resembles you.

Stand by the window, wrap yourself in
curtains, it wouldn't change anything...

This story of friends?

I don't have any.

Well then?

I came to see you.

There you have it, you've seen me.

It's useless continuing the tour.

...On the contrary, it's essential.

Can you imagine the servants'
reaction?

'Who was it'? 'A crazy man'?
'What did he want'?

'To see me'.
'A satire'? 'Maybe'.

'You must ring the police, and
you do.

Then the local paper will describe
you as a militant virgin.

Very well, we'll continue the tour...

That's it, we pretend... Isn't
pretending age-old?

Me too... 'You and I do the same good
when we wear our hearts on our sleeves!

Don't remember?

Charitable works...

The work's called ''Hearts on our sleeves''.

It's about pretending to give to charity.

The manager should always be a
textile industry son.

He's not learning to do good,
he's learning to be boss.

Never give money, we're warned,
because when you give the poor money...

...they drink it.

So you do remember.

We'd give them vouchers.

For textiles.

I don't think you'd care to
see the kitchen?

Of course I would!

If I bought it, I'd live here.

I'm sure this coal-powered stove
dates back your grandmother.

Yes.

She made jam in large cooking pots.

And you'd stick labels on the jars .
''Anne-Claude'', ''Currant''.

Yes.

I'll be in front of this door
at 11 o'clock tonight.

And I'll be behind it waiting.

Don't bet on it.
Absolutely pleased to meet you.

May I?
Lucky I think of everything...

If I'd been 3 minutes late,
you would've worried.

Stubborn... as a mule.

Even funnier - you think I've
come to let you in.

What do you want?
A cup of tea?

If there's nothing else.

Stubborn and bad-mannered!

None at all.

But conscious, always where I should be.

I took the servants' stairs.

Yes, but you're in the wrong room...

Yes, miss...
We'll charge miss' account.

Excuse me?

We'll charge miss' account?

Please.

I just had to sleep with her.

With that little girl come back from far away.

With that stuck-up woman, with miss.

You have to go.

Hey, do you hear me?
You have to go.

It's 5am, the gardener will wake up soon.

He's crazy...

There's a way out through the back.

If it's not too humiliating,
walk by the pond...

I'm always discreet...
The ghost between alcoves.

Where do you live?
Because tomorrow night...

There won't be a tomorrow.

Right... Well, I don't understand.

Nothing to understand.

We slept together, it's 5am,
the gardener's...

...waking up, I'm going, that's it.

Oh dear! You're getting all
worked up because of the gardener?

Because of the whole thing.

It would be in Miss Liegard's free time that

Mr Leclercq would be allowed to screw her.

Unfortunately, he has other commitments,
as on other days.

Francois, your day, your time,
I'll be there.

Surprised?

Sure am.

You just don't know me that well yet.

I'm not at all proud.

I live at 25 Republic Street,
fourth floor on the left.

It'll be a big change from here.

...Like it's one at my parents'
place near Drapers Square

- Louis 13th on every floor...

Except that your father is more like
Louis 14th on his good days.

Dad, meet Francois Leclercq.

Welcome. I'm always happy to meet my
daughter's friends.

Pleased to meet you sir.

I'll leave him with you.

Senior manager Keifer...

Prosecuting counsel Dorion...

Our friend Gerard requested for, and
obtained, 3 heads this year.

'It's not necessary to succeed to
persevere'.

Mrs Keifer.

Mrs Dorion.

Mrs Verbruck.

And Victor Verbruck, who you
surely know.

Let me introduce you to my
old friend La Roche-Bernard...

...outgoing MP, who's preparing
us a marshal's re-election.

Upheld hands expressing that he's
relying on your support.

Surprise support should the lad know
who to go for.

Divergent opinions aside,
I knew your father

well, a fighter I
hold in high regard.

Tell him so sometime.

I certainly will.

Do you play golf?

No.

You should.

Certainly.

It trains in discipline,
concentration and self-control.

Three qualities Gilberte had at
birth.

Certainly.

I'm sure I'll convert you one
day. I've become obsessed.

I play 9 holes on the course
every morning...

...and a whole round in my
living room in the evening.

I had this machine imported
from the United States.

Only two in Europe I believe.

You'll see, it's captivating.

Depending on the drive,
and the on-screen impact,

the distance and approach to the hole
are reproduced.

If humidifier and wind tunnel are
included in the next model...

...there won't be any point going
to Deauville's course.

Yes!

Here comes the Queen Mother.

Which one? Milan cup or
feathered snake?

Guess...

Mr Francois Leclercq...
Mrs La Roche-Bernard... Mum.

Gilberte told me so much that
I recognised you as you came in.

Hilarious!

Dinner is sewed, Madam.

You're hilarious!

You didn't tell me your friend
was so funny!

Did I say something funny?

You said you liked Brittany more
than central France.

Funny?

Don't worry, when Mum says something's
hilarious, it means she didn't listen.

She knows, you'll see.

Space ships breakthrough time...

That's why seasons don't exist.

WhY'd you say that?

Yes Francois, why?

Because it's an appealing topic.

But I have others... What do you
think of pollution?

Or whale culling in the Antarctic?

Ladies and gentlemen, the whales
will vanish!

I can assure you that
France has always

scrupulously followed
the Oslo Conventions.

When will the Norwegians?

And the Soviets... with their factory
ships?

See?

Well done.

Who's that?

Who?

Whale man.

Louis Dilolo, count of St-Prix
an ambassador's son.

He's been offering his name, love
and fortune at my feet for three years.

Should I be worried?

No more than I should be about the
young woman eating you up with her eyes.

Ask which one and I'll kick
your shins.

I'm not asking.

Because you know.

Yes.

She said “I'm Gilberte's best
Friend". It's encouraging...

As long as it's true.

Marie-Adelaide DE Chantelou.

Her ancestor told the English to
fire first at the Battle of Frontenoy.

Two ancestors guillotined,
another in the

colonial army, a
marquise grandmother.

In short, what dreams are made
of... Only dreams.

So you don't waste your time...

I know my limits.

You two are irritating me, what can you
possibly be telling each other?

There are flowery words here, madam.

Quite right.

Frankly, if your Cojac
wasn't Hungarian,

I'd involve him in my
electoral campaign.

Gilbert, buy French next time.

With due respect, that
Gypsy's goals carry more

weight in the polls than
your best speeches.

Leclercq, objectively...

Coco, he's tricked you.

Soccer only interests politicians,
children and ball manufacturers!

She's hilarious!

Do you think they know you come
to my place every afternoon?

Yes.

And so?

So what?

They don't care?

Not at all!

Lerclercq, a game of golf at 8am
suit you?

The day after sir, if you can.

I'm going to Paris tomorrow.

Wow, this is quite hilarious! I'm going
there too... by train or by car?

By train, madam.

In that case dear Francois, we'll
travel together.

Unless it bothers you?

Oh madam!

And don't worry about your ticket.

Pierre, make two bookings instead
of one for the 9.26 train.

Very well madam.

Where should I send your ticket
to sir?

I'll pick it.

What do you think you're doing?
I forbid you!

Let's not make a
fuss over 3 francs!

Not just 3 francs.
But if it's not 3 million,

it's probably not
considered here.

Or the bitch is setting me up...

Asking yourself how you'll pay
back the ticket, right?

Right.

Send her two dozen roses.

Which is around four times the
ticket's cost.

So I'll fill her hands with them.

You know, I'd love my hands filled
with roses too.

Then you'll carry them to her.

Leclercq...
Come better acquaint yourself with

us, these women are
itching to talk to you.

So tell me, do you ride horses?

Francois bearing roses became the
young ladies' Francois...

...then blessed by the sea then tea cups
porter.

Oh no! No! Leave us alone!

Sometimes the textile industry gathers
here, sometimes it recruits.

Without princely blood, I'd become
the straight-thinking,

integrated young man... The likely
son-in-law.

Our friend here was
wondering whether

you're trying to woo
my wife or daughter?

You sir. It's obvious.

That's what I'd call tact.

I've an idea for you.
Come see me at the

factory when you're
free during the week.

Tomorrow, late morning, between
11am and midday, 11:45am?

There you are Leclercq mate,
well and truly in the game.

We'd let him in the game, we'd adopted
him.

But it wasn't long before he used
his 'privilege', 'right' even,

to open an establishment which
has disgraced our city.

From then on, Francois Leclercq's
decline was inevitable.

Licentious shows, pimping,
prostitution...

leading straight to the crime.

Leclerc discovers Serge Cojac in bed
with his mistress Karine Lechard.

Are you going to maintain... that
Miss Lechard wasn't your mistress?

In moments like this that I measure
how far I am from all that...

The many doors, prison bars and
platforms...

...Knowing I'm in another world.

Francois Leclercq, you
were asked a question.

Was Karine Lechard your mistress,
yes or no?

My mistress? We'd slept together
a few times of course...

But there's a world between that
and 'mistress'...

Jury please note that Francois
Leclercq doesn't reply to this question.

Mr Leclercq.

Leclercq...

Mr Leclercq, room 6, first floor.

We've taken your suitcase up.

Room 6's key isn't on the board.

Room service must've left it on
the door again.

We have Portuguese staff at the moment,
sometimes Cypriot, assuredly worse.

It's no big deal.

Leclercq.

Mr Leclercq.

Thanks for correcting me.

The right moment is always best.

What's more, I've a rather pleasant
mission.

20,000 francs...
At the start of the month

at the address that
you'll supply me with.

For six months.

What's the condition?

You leave the city.

There's a great train for Paris
at 2.30pm.

The ticket costs far less...

Who should I thank?

You're exaggerating a little...

In more common terms, don't insist?

Exactly.

Well I'm glad this is running smoothly.

I was worried you'd refuse the money.

You never know, nostalgia
for the old days.

A head butt isn't a solution...

No. But it's a good idea!

There's a young man in the lift,
the 'nice' kind. He must have fainted.

Very well sir, I'll deal with it.

Probably best to take him out through
the basement.

Through the basement, very well sir.

Having lunch sir?

No. Bring me a sandwich.

Francois, share my sandwiches.
You haven't already eaten I hope.

Have a seat.

I worked out that work
lunches took up 600

hours last year, nearly
a month of my life.

Not any longer, now I eat
sandwiches for lunch.

In a sandwich, chicken
wings are best I say.

The pickles.

Help yourself...

Well, what do you know?

Your father's running in the elections.

It's absurd, right?

Why?

He'll never get in.

Why not?

Listen mate, you're not going to
ask 'why' to everything I ask you?

Why not?

You think my father hasn't much
chance of winning - perfect.

There's no point going on about it.

It's because La Roche-Bernard is
very worried.

He knows about our connections...
our sentimental connections.

And that electoral campaigns become
ferocious, especially in our times.

You know these people,
well-to-do even, won't

hesitate to drag each
other in the mud.

And dragging your father in the
mud would bother him.

My father won't be put out.

We know.

We've already had the opportunity
to assess examples of his style.

'Endless independence'.

We're talking nonsense.

Isn't that the charm in independence?

Listen Francois, your father has
character like the rest of us.

La Roche-Bernard doesn't have any.

Another reason why I'm counting on
you to dissuade your father.

No... This election means a lot
to him. I won't tell him anything.

We're all counting on you, Francois.

Then don't count any longer sir.

Leclercq! Leclercq! Leclercq!

I'm no one's candidate.

My hands aren't tied to any party
or promise.

I was simply born in this city
and know it well.

A wise man once said; "The dual threats
to society are order and disorder."

I won't be either's candidate!

I'd simply like to talk today about what
I call 'unacceptable' and 'intolerable'.

Unacceptable, intolerable is that
here, your bosses now own you!

Literally.

Thieves to be forgiven!

They built you cheap housing towers...
for your well being? Not only yours!

Through La Roche-Bernard's
intervention,

textile-owned Agruma
cleared its lands...

...selling them to another subsidiary,
the real estate company Renova.

Everyone knows that the
credit company Sofalex

is the textile
industry's mouthpiece.

Your mod cons have become
your prison!

On which names we know well can
be read.

The Lepeur, Milavotte, Velolienne
groups - States within the State.

They're just the Liegard group's
subsidiaries!

I maintain that these groups serve
Mr Liegard!

...He's their boss!

Now Mr La Roche-Bernard doesn't
just disappear.

There's the Northern Joint Commission
chairmanship he abandoned...

A chairmanship here, a chairmanship
there...

Don't forget that while
sewing textile interests,

he only took on their
club's leadership.

The way out I offer you, rather
than demagogy or personal ambition...

Traitor!

Bastard!

My dear opponent doesn't
have to cow tow to the

Liegard group since he's
part of the family!

Or soon will be.

His son's already at the lord's side.

...Earning a very nice salary!

This is his pay slip!

Agreeing with his father, Mr Leclercq
got to know hard work...

...his father's quite
well paid after all...

- Let it go Francois.
- Well done!

Leave it be, Francois!

Reckless!

I answer to Gilberte!

I see Mr Son-in-Law is fist fighting
up there.

Preparing for the next strike,
Right hand-to-be?

Come in.

How do you feel Dad?

I'm cold.

Surprisingly, the Queen Mother asked
about you.

The Count of St-Prix was in the
hot seat.

Yes, St-Prix... Remember Lolo?

I must've met him at your parents'.

That's right.

We talked about him, and...
various plans.

Mum said "By the way, how's Francois?"

Just fine.

Why "by the way"?

You were talking
about Lolo and your

mother said “By the way,
how's Francois?".

What've I got to do with Lolo?

Look in my bag, there's a telegram.

It'd be nice of you to post it for me.

I won't post anything.
I'll phone it through.

I'd like you to read it first.

< 00:50:52,600
The answer is yes, Gilberte."

Yes to what?

He asked me to marry him, so I'm
replying.

It's the least I can do don't you think?

I asked you to post this telegram...

But it's also a way of saying don't
post it.

You decide.

'To be or not to be Lolo.

Or return to Liegard & Sons.

Telegrams please miss.

Yes, that's right.

By the way, as you say here,
how's your father?

Mine's started to die... Slowly.

Hello miss, a telegram, yes.

To Mr St-Prix at the Bonn French
Embassy.

Federal Republic of Germany, correct.

The answer is yes, signed Gilberte...

Tell me, not that I really care...

But I'd really like to know.

Did I matter to you for even one
minute?

Hello miss, another telegram.

To Miss Gilberte Liegard, Drapers
Square.

Yes, in our fine city.

The text, “The answer is no,"
signed Francois.

The number you dialled is currently
disconnected.

TRADE HALL

A light, Mr Francois?

What are you doing here? You've
gone up the ranks?

You could say that...

And quite happy after everything
that happened.

What's Oscar up to?

Oscar, that's another story.

Did they cut off his phone,
there's no answer?

He lives in the classy area now,
Victoria Tower.

But be warned, you're in for a shock.

That's expansion for you old chap.

Not really if you ask me.

VICTORIA TOWER
duplexes & studios for rent

What is it?

Open LIP-

Can't you read the sign? Come
back later.

For starters, I'm not dressed.

Who's there?

The Commander.

What?

Commander, it's you, bloody hell!

Excuse the emotions Commander
come in.

I think about you often.

You can't imagine how
much you were missed!

What a life!
600 nights of partying.

Then...

Then the day after, dear Oscar.

7 years, 2635 days after.

Looks like you're really into frills.

Well...

No, no, I like it.

It's cost.

Yeah... It took a while.

Choosing each object and making
the finishing touches.

Colour co-ordinating.

Especially when we're talking rosy
colours.

But good job, she has taste.

Who?

Your girlfriend.

But I don't have one.

And this?

You're taking the mickey.

Is it true?

Yes.

Don't worry Commander, my mindset
hasn't shifted, I swear.

Drag queen!

With those hands and feet!

But Commander, this isn't my job.

I mostly see dominatrixes.

My clients are married men, executives,
normal people...

What is it?!

Janine, it's me.

Janine...

Didn't you see the sign
- “Do not disturb"!

They can be so dumb.

Or don't know English.

Well you have to remember Commander...

After that affair, I had to
reinvent myself, and quickly.

Into what?

Bouncers aren't qualified.

You know, my first thought was to
return home.

To the Charentes region.

So I went to see one
of our old customers.

Little Marcel... at the travel agency.

I went to see him... because I thought
he'd get me a cheaper ticket.

I swear!

A beautiful love... Intense passion...

He got me set up here.

It wasn't really Bolivia...

Peru?

What?

Peru.

If you say so.

A Martini Jean like the good old days,
Commander?

Why not.

That's how it all started...

Gradually, I changed my name, sex and
even address.

You're not the only one.

What do you mean by that Commander?

This strange craze for moving house...

Di Massa has moved too.

Well... You seem to know what's
going on...

I didn't even know where
he lived before, so...

Well... I don't mean to kick you out
Commander, but I have to get dressed.

I'm expecting a client at 2pm.

We're meant to watch the match on TV.

Eh! Which dress would you wear
if you were me?

Well, I'd wear the turquoise blue one.

With a white wide-brimmed hat.

Active colours.

Now you're back, Commander.

Terrific!
Wit and good taste, everything!

If only I could help
you with Di Massa...

Where would I fish that out?

We barely ever spoke.

When he came to 'Number One' he didn't
even look at me.

For him, I was just a bodyguard...

You were his associate.

2000 square meters floor space,
20 million franc sound system,

velvet everywhere, and I'm not
even talking about equipment...

No Parisian establishment, and I
mean it, would be comparable.

Clients will come from Belgium,
Germany, Holland.

Ours prices will be steep, but
keep in mind that...

When your club's called 'Number One',
everything has to be Number One...

The restaurant, the attractions
the girls...

The manager.

Especially the manager.

You understand you've
got access to people

that won't ever open
the door to me...

...even if it was a charity appeal?

At the Number One, people will
feel looked after by you.

They'll have fun, but
in their own milieu.

Naturally, hostesses are handpicked...
bilingual and everything.

Hostesses? You spoke about attractions,
not hostesses.

Oh.. it's inevitable Mr Leclercq.

Absolutely inevitable.

Rather tell me where it ends.

You can't stop a client falling
for an attractive woman.

It's inevitable.

Furthermore, you can't prevent this man
from inquiring about her services...

It's...

It's inevitable.

Mr Di Massa, you call her a 'hostess',
why not just say 'prostitute'?

This is interesting...

I was sure you'd say no. I told
them so.

Well you were wrong. It's yes.

I'd even say that you couldn't have come
at a better time.

This 'fine' city will
finally be some fun.

We'll serve them vice off the menu!

Come in gentlemen, leave your
Sunday Mass clothes over there.

Santa, disgraced sons, cashed-up uncles,
everyone in!

I can see this shitty
city bogged in the mud!

Done, now I'm on war's
construction site.

War's path.

If you say so.

All the same Commander, if you didn't
know me, what'd be your reaction?

I think I'd marry you.

Friday 2pm, 'Guest Soap'.

Who's this?

A Somme region beetroot farmer.

'Thing'. 'Thing 2'. 'Little Thing'?

The Hamelin Street chemist.

Eugene?

Yes.

I hear you knew his wife before.

Sort of...

Well sometime she comes along too.

Don't waste your time. Your only
help will be White Rabbit.

Which will be soon, as I'm
expecting him tomorrow at 11.30am.

Tomorrow?

So, drag nights start pretty early
then.

At night, they're with their families.

The most sought-after time is
3pm, but 11.30am is a favourite.

Do I know White Rabbit?

Not to drive you out
Commander, but time's up.

Do I know him?

Come around 11am tomorrow Commander.

I'm asking you if I know him.

You do.

I won't promise not to ruffle
him up.

Ah I know you Commander, you
ruffle up.

That's why I should be
here, to tend the wounds.

If you fight, I'll be
the one who cops it.

...Prodigious scorer.
The Germans are favorites,

but the young Frenchmen
haven't given up yet...

With two minutes
remaining, the Munich

Bayeritsch and Cournai
clubs are still at nil...

...passes it to Richter, dodges Levet,

shoots through on the right, GOAL!
1- for the Munich Bayeritsch...

...as Cournai's still in the lead...

Italian referee
Velozzi accords the

French a shot 20 meters
from the posts...

..F.l. P.A.T. Luxury apartments,
studios

...And here's the equaliser! 1-1!

Who's this for?

Mr Blum.

Change it.

Cojac! Cojac! Cojac! Cojac will win.
Crush them Cojac.

Say something that will calm them
down.

Number One proudly presents
in her French debut,

international star
Frida of Dusseldorf.

What do you think?

Good things.

Well, I think it's mutual.

Francois, you're a magician!

Where did you discover this Frida
from Dusseldorf?

You won't believe me. In Dusseldorf.

What a wonder! A real fairy.

Out-of-reach unfortunately... A pure
artist...

Commander, the guy who's
about to pop, he's

asking for some Mexican thing...
Mescla?

Mescal.

If you say so.

Take him to the bridge for some
air.

Teach him about Mexico's coasts.

Mr Leclercq, can a glass of champagne
be offered to this beautiful artist?

Certainly. She'll join us in a moment.

Let Frida know Mr Blum is joining her:.
short, bad mannered and strong smelling.

I know! Should I also tell her about...?

No, no. Don't encourage him.

Professor!

Good evening Francois.
The city's rife with rumor.

Apparently you handpicked
a Westphalian gem?

Even better, a treasure.

Cojac! Cojac!

Hey, don't you think the crowd's
enthusiasm is dragging on?

What're they waiting for?

For the god Cojac to come back to
Earth.

He's in Karine's dressing room.

I might go shake them up.

No one shakes up Cojac.

No, but we can shake up Karine.

I'll go.

Mr Lombreux's been asking for
you for a while.

My friend, I need advice, I've got
some worries.

You're here to forget them
Mr Lombreux.

Precisely the opposite.
Tomorrow's dear Arlette's

birthday and I have no
idea what to get her.

Roses.

They always go down well
with a few poetry lines.

I hear you write quite well.

Two lines by Berlito... Besides, a dozen
roses isn't easy...

Just one. You'll manage the poetry.

The rose that became Arlette's
bonus.

And was passed from
Airletter to Clarisse, then

Tamara, Corizande, Lady
Nan and finally Daisy.

He bought three roses
in the morning, and

if he could, we
would've sold him 1500.

These socially and
professionally important men,

leading lights, were
children in the end.

The children own the night.

Haggling, discussing in the daytime,
dreaming in the night.

My empire of the night was a dream
kingdom, inhabited by dream girls.

Then one night, the dream was
shattered into pieces.

Yes?

Come quickly, it's horrible.

...Five minutes into the second
half...

What are you doing there?

As you can see, nothing.

Didn't you see the sign? But it's
such a big one. 'No entry', it's clear.

Unless you're one of the engineers?
Or prospective owners?

No, the former owner.

Ah! So it was your supermarket?

No, before the supermarket.

But before the supermarket,
it was a...

Well, I ran the...

Ah, it was you!

You knew my establishment?

As if I had the means...

But I didn't see you there...

Bastard! Dirty animal! Bastard!

We were good at yelling!

You have to recognise
what you did was bad

especially just before
the championships.

It was bad. People weren't happy.

Mind you, soccer doesn't stir me
up much.

I was more there to work.

'Scum'! 'Bastard'! 'Die'! Huh, they got
their money's worth.

Who's they?

Those guys, every week giving out
100 franc notes.

10,000 francs in the old currency,
so we'd come scream and shout.

You must've taken them for vile
words.

At the time, they didn't please
much.

You would've laughed as I'm not
used to protests.

Mind you, I'm with the union. But
politics, for me...

I thought they gave out money
for marching.

So the next month I showed up,
and left with my pockets filled...

Ah, one goal! It's probably the
Krauts.

...Scoring his second
goal this evening...

You don't want to come listen?

No thanks.

Speaking of soccer, I wanted to ask
you a question.

You gunned down Cojac on the eve
of the match against the Spanish.

Why?

I'd bet on the Spanish.

I don't like losing.

...You'll see there, if
spirits stay high...

Mauve Peumey

The Cournai striker's not letting
us down.

We can still hope for an equaliser.

On the offensive against the
Germans...

They're playing intelligently.

It'll be in the bag if
the morale remains high.

Extended time is obtained...

The French are really
pushing themselves,

admirable Cournai players...

No we don't stock that item sir,
I'm sorry.

Leave I beg you.

It'll be dreadful if he sees you.

He hasn't forgiven.

Above all, don't go see her.

She's married, happy..-

She lives at 24 Felix Fort St
'Mrs Duquai'.

A German extricating the ball...

Dear God!

He throws it to the right...

Francois!

'Francois, come quickly, it's horrible'.

Mr Leclercq had been in his office
for a long time...

Before I came in to tell him I'd
found Cojac and Karine's bodies.

How long had Mr Leclerq been
in his office?

I have no idea.

I don't know, half an hour...
20 minutes.

Maybe 10, maybe 5? Maybe not
at all?

Jury members, assess
the vagueness of this

testimony, which seems
inadmissible in any case.

Helene Mauve was the accused's
mistress!

Of course, another one!

That's not true, absolutely not true!

I was never his mistress.

Excuse me indeed. The exact term
would be undermistress.

How long have you known
Francois Leclercq?

...Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi...

Well, come in.

I'm so happy to see you.

If only you knew...

Since when...?

This morning.

Why didn't you come straight away?

I was worried I'd bother you.

You, bother me?

How old's your fine little lady?

She's two and a half.

Your mother told me about your
marriage.

She was horrified, completely
horrified.

She was still able to tell me
you were happy.

It's true I hope?

Yes.

He went to school with you.

Andre Ducquenne.

Doesn't ring a bell?

He's a good guy, you know,
really.

Surely.

Remember when I testified
at your trial, when

I said between you and
I there wasn't ever...

Anyway... That made them laugh a bit.

Well, Andre was the only one to
believe...

...to believe the unbelievable.

Yes.

Well, it was nice to see you again.

I'm going now.

You're leaving already?

I'm only here for a little while.

One or two things to sort out.

Well, you... You don't need anything?

No.

I just came to give you a kiss.

More like to forget...

Reflect, my brothers,

on these men who risk their eternal
salvation for an animal pleasure...

which apparently only lasts between
thirty and forty seconds.

We had a good laugh about it.

Maybe just a few seconds, but
a few seconds less of despair.

A few seconds meaning we finally
counted for something.

It's thanks to these few seconds
that had a new lease on life.

I don't know who you are young man,
but since you're here, help me.

My pleasure, dear lady.

I was a friend of Marie-Adelaide.

I often came to see her.

Your voice seems familiar.

But from long ago.

Seven years.

Ah, it's you...

Marie-Adelaide died three years ago.

A horse-riding accident.

You really don't want to get married?

I'm too old. I mean, too old for you.

Oh. What if you teach
me how to make love?

Apparently older is better?

First, we swim. We'll see.

Francois, don't let go, I'm sinking.

Are you still seeing Gilberte?

Then you're available?

Watch your back hand, concentrate on
how you're playing.

Francois, kiss me.

She always said, "when
Francois comes, we'll go to

town and I'll kiss him
in front of everyone..."

"...to annoy them."

...These words still embarrass me
even at my age.

At your age, and with your name
madam, vulgar words become quotes.

Would you like to stay for lunch?

I'd gladly accept madam, but sadly
I can't.

I really can't.

What was that perfume called again?

Aspodelle.

Ah yes, Aspodelle...

In a pretty box from the Mauve
Perfumery. You see, I remember.

You liked this house didn't you?

Yes.

I liked it a lot.

Are you looking for someone miss?

Do this belong to you?

If it did, I'd ask you what you're
doing here.

I'm wandering.

What else can you do in this city?

A month of wandering about...

Cathedral, city library, palm grove,
pottery exhibition, so...

Now I'm seeing the gardens.

Are you wandering around too?

As it were. You could call it that.

Are you planning on wandering much
longer?

No.

Lucky. I'm in the region for a six-week
work placement.

I'm counting each day go by,
like in jail.

You wouldn't know what it's
like.

No, I don't. Well, I can imagine.

What's your name?

Samantha...

I've got a silly name... Charlotte.

It's soft, what is it?

Cashmere.

You're doing well then.

That would cost at least...

But when I bought it, it wasn't that
expensive.

Some buy gold, I buy cashmere.

I put it aside and wait for it to gain
value.

Obviously, every now and then,
you have to air them.

So every seven years, I bring
them out.

It must be fun living with you.

We're going to leave Charlotte.

I've got time, I start at 3pm.

No, no, I mean really leave.

Leave this city.

I'll take you.

Ha! You're over the top!

You don't waste time!

I've already wasted a lot.

Two or three things to sort
out, then I'll ring you.

2,0,8,2, 1,0.

Pick up your toys right now or
you'll be sorry.

I swear, Janine...

What?

Janine in the...

What's that?

Could we imagine a better-suited
couple?

Having paid homage to your family
my dear child, what more?

Than to celebrate the striking
merits of yours, Mr Count of St-Prix.

A father who well represents
France in the world's capitals...

A grandfather active in
the Allied Victory...

Your family tree bears famous names
on its branches...

Great Frenchmen, kind-hearted
men, or great soldiers...

I'm speaking on the entire city's behalf
when I express my joy and pride...

...before this union, which rejoices
all fellow citizens.

What are you doing here?

What are you waiting for?
Untie me, bitch!

Sure my Rabbit...

Well don't mind us, huh!

But I put the sign up, "Do not disturb".

But not the lock.

Why didn't you?

Rabbit dear, when you're here,
I can't think straight.

We'll speak about that!

You sure will, fat lizard!

In the meantime, we'll talk
about something else...

...and you'll really cop it!

If I may Commander, it's
not by beating him up that...

Are we talking to you?

You won't have shattered dreams
Mr Mayor.

Between your fantasies
and legal risks,

commemorative medals are
at stake with this!

If they turn out well, keep twelve
aside for me.

You've been away a long time,
my friend.

You missed May 68.

Things aren't the same any more.

You think you can shock the City
Council with that I?

You'll make them laugh.

Everyone knows.

Before, I'd to go to Paris, now
I come here.

Even my wife knows.

It's true that things have really
changed.

So as to show that absentees
are always mistaken.

Sir, madam...

...Wait a second.

You called?

So maybe this thing bothers me...

Just a little.

I'd like to help you, but just a little.

What do you want from me then?

A name.

Who is Cojac and Karine's
murderer?

I said 'a little'.

And yet, it's my only question.

But I can put it differently.

Why did they kill them?

My dear man, listen,
'When you're low on the ladder,

...'you don't go rummaging in higher
drawers'.

Thanks.

So, Karine...

How much for 5 cigars?

50,000 francs, boss.

So cigars aren't boring you, huh?

Not cigars, or scotch, champagne
or everything else.

What's more, no one's here to be
bored boss.

Exactly.

Give me a flask.

It's the first time I'll see you smoke
a cigar.

Smoke it? I'll store it in the safe...

Now that I know how much it's worth.

Karine, cigarettes.

Coming.

Helene?

Yes?

Tell Karine to come see me.

Sure, where?

In my office.

You asked for me boss?

What do you want?

Bloody hell! That's enough!

Explain yourself.

Not to you.

What's gotten into you?

Into me? Into you! You've got to
be kidding!

Just a second, you never know
who's kidding who.

Don't make believe you didn't know?

It's been running since the club opened.

Practically the whole business!

Jeez, like you just landed...

...In the thick of it!

But Mr Di Massa always said you
were associates.

To me too.

Too late to get in on the deal?

Huh?

It's a legal expression Mr Blum
taught me.

...For when your cut is left out.

What cut?

I'll never get you to realise...

Karine, you're so damn stupid!

Not even stupid, idiotic.

That's probably what saves you,
'cause I should be firing you.

In the meantime, tell Mr. Di Massa the
tobacconist has shut for stocktaking.

You surprised me Leclercq.

You too Di Massa.

...Very unpleasantly surprised.

Karine must continue, that's an order.

I don't give a damn about your orders.

She will not continue.

Alright, I'm at fault, I admit I
should've let you know.

Will you accept my apology?

You can't ask more of me?!

Ah, so you want a cut of the
earnings, huh?

I don't give a damn about that.

I just don't want these sachets in
my club.

I'm warning you, people won't be happy.

Not happy at all.

Who's 'they'?

'Them'.

This isn't even for me... You wouldn't
believe what I earn...

A pittance.

It's shameful even.

I'm sorry.

If I can help you at all...

You don't know what you're getting
mixed up in..

The Number One's a cash-making
market.

And this market offers everything
in this field...

Then consider that rotting field
quarantined.

I was brought up with simple ideas,
see.

Well, if you like simple ideas...

Another simple idea, that goes first
to Di Massa's place.

Where is he?

In the phone book.

If you want my opinion..

Damn it! I knew it'd end up like this.

I'm not after your opinion, just his
address.

But I don't know it!

Do something!

Yes my Rabbit... We can fight,
break everything...

End the night behind bars.

Lucky I think about your reputation.

You're attacking me!?

When only I warned you, tried to
save you!

You've obviously forgotten when I tried
to stop you welcoming Cojac.

If you'd followed my orders,
nothing would've happened!

An order?

Mayor or not, I don't give a damn
about your orders!

Or about your match!

I'll welcome Cojac myself.

Because it's my job.

And because this is my joint!

Cojac! Cojac!

Here comes the champion.

Hi.

Did they tell you about the photos?

Make yourself at home.

Such a handsome creature isn't he?

And they didn't want me to welcome
him!

He should be worried you'll tire
him out.

If it's not me, it'll be his wife...

'A man who screws his wife
never tires.

It's well known.

Viva Dominguez! Viva Dominguez!

Are they going to bother us all night?

For as long as it takes to
photograph their god Cojac...

You know who's 'brilliant'
idea this was?

Not the Mayor in any case.

Mr Liegard in person!

You won't wait for me?

No, I'm heading off...

You couldn't wish me good night?

I could if we're quick.

As long as it's good...

Number One proudly presents
in her French debut,

international star
Frida of Dusseldorf.

Oscar?

Yes Commander?

Did you take my revolver?

What would I do with it Commander?

I use my strength.

Yes?

Come quickly, it's horrible.

What is it?

Just come, please!

Cojac! Cojac!

When Miss Lechard told
me Leclercq forced

her to sell drugs,
she was all bruised.

I was outraged.

Admittedly I thought of myself...

As I'd put in a lot of
capital, I couldn't

stop the drugs without
being maligned.

Isn't it strange how the
witness is dogged by

misfortune each time he
tries to yield a profit?

Haven't you already been 'maligned'
in pharmaceuticals scandal in Marseille?

...Shutdown under my watch.

Please continue.

So then I met with Leclercq.

I have to say, I met with an
overexcited, fiendish character.

I'm not sure whether he took
drugs or not.

In any case, he always dealt harshly
with me.

That's when I decided to contact
the authorities.

I'd convinced Karine to testify
the next day.

Then the next day...Dear God!

Scumbag!

- Surprised?
- No.

The Prosecuting counsel would call
it inevitable.

I refused to get involved
in trafficking, so

with that information,
had to be eliminated...

But what about Karine?

So they kill her, with my revolver...

And Cojac too, because he
happens to be there.

It's well-timed!

Killing the idol on the eve
of the championships...

I'm no longer just murderer, but
monster!

Mr Mayor, where are you in all this...
between politics and the city?

Who are you?

The one who tried to prevent the
worst from happening to you.

So you knew!

No.

But I suspected something I wouldn't
like was being planned against you.

That's why I rang you.

To order you not to welcome Cojac.

'Wade through money but not blood.

'They' didn't like that.

'They' were planning something
against you.

'They'... 'them'!

Bloody hell! Who?

Don't try to find out...

Remember your father...

Now you're asking to be punched.

What about my father?

Because he too took on a big
fish.

...One way too big.

The same one maybe.

I saw them, they wanted to
kill you!

...I'm willing to testify.

No big deal.

Dad's fine, I don't see him
that much you know.

Mum's the same as usual
little dos within her circle.

And me, living like we all do.

...Tomorrow if you like, sure.

I'm sorry, I'll ring you back.

Are you by yourself?

Yes Francois...

Come...

Picking up an old dance can
stun you...

...Using yesteryear's forgotten
language.

We left each other without
saying goodbye...

After saying goodbye, we find
ourselves together.

It's the last chance we'll
knowingly give ourselves...

Things are so much more simpler
when love's out of the picture.

Pleasure becomes brief violent,
complete.

Should we call it making love or
undoing it?

What about your husband?

On assignment in Buenos Aires.

I left him 9 days after the marriage.

It took me 9 days to figure him out,
everyone else knew already.

You could've... Well, your people
don't divorce.

They do.

But his don't.

Lolo's useful to us.

Useful for what?

With his name, title and fortune
useful for everything.

We've been had Francois.

I'm not so sure about you.

Especially me.

I was one of them.

They've had enough time...

When I realised I'd been the tribe's
sacrifice, I fell a long way.

Me too.

But it took me 7 years to get
back up.

One trap for you, one for me.

Hah! During the honeymoon,
Lolo explained

Peruvian art and I
thought of you.

I wondered whether I'd have given all
the Conquistadors' gold to be with you.

Surrounded by your light, your music,
and your girls.

That's so money doesn't leave
the family.

Interesting, go on...

I'm getting warmer huh?

Yes... go on.

At my 'pad'... there was me and
Di Massa above me...

Go on... elaborate...

Above Di Massa is the Mayor...

I know your father's at the top, but I
don't want to skip anything...

Then again, I won't go
killing them all...

Then take out Di Massa.

You'll have to testify to being with
me all day.

All night too if you like.

That'll annoy them even more.

You're right, Lolo's useful.

Your testimony would be a
top-notch guarantee...

But one from the Foreign Affairs
Ministry!

Sure, but there's one problem.

Di Massa won't leave his hiding
hole.

He will...

As soon as he hears his master's
voice.

Ring your father.

You're out of your mind, you ring at
7pm to invite us for dinner?

I'll have you know I'm
already invited for

dinner, and an
important one at that!

What's she saying?

She's crazy!

Out of the question!

What?
...Oh.

OK.

Change of plans, we're having
dinner at Gilberte's.

But...

Listen, we're just going there
first!

You've got three witnesses now.

You could say thanks.

- Jane, Jane...
- Madame.

There'll be four of us at dinner now.

You're telling me this now?!

How do you expect me to manage?

Hear that?

Servants no more...

I was just saying that to the manager
yesterday!

Good soup but no service!

Between us Francois, tell me why
I'm doing this?

To hassle the maid!

Glad to see you, son.

Berthe, ring Mrs Despres and tell
her we've been held up.

I've been trying to reach her
for an hour...

Can you see the changes?

Apart from the Japanese room,
Gilberte's transformed everything!

She's got a gift for gardens.

I'm talking about the city and the
traffic we've had to get through!

I'll have you move along faster...

Is he doing it on purpose? Do
you want me to rough him up?

What news Francois?

So who was right huh?

I was sure you'd come back,
back to the scene of...

...Your childhood.

So here it is... First we'll eat,
soon at that...

Then we'll play a friendly game
of Monopoly.

Monopoly?

Or Canasta if you want.

Gilberte!
You knew tonight's dinner was

important but you made
me come for a game!

I'll be out during the game.

Though none of you will notice.

Let's be clear on this, you'll say
I stayed with you until, say... 1am.

I'll agree when I know what you're
up to.

Our friend is going to see
Someone.

Someone I couldn't have seen
as I never left your company.

This is all Javanese to me!

Dad will translate for you.

First explain to me who it is?

After some thought, we've focused
on Di Massa.

Absolutely out of the question.

You have to choose.

Gilberte convinced me to content
myself with Di Massa.

For a while in fact, it was leaning
towards you.

Why me?

Because it would be funny.

This is crazy! I swear I don't know
this man.

What's his name again?

Di Massa.

Raphael Di Massa.

You'll even tell me where he is.

Frankly Coco, he's seen through
the fibbing.

What about a generous compensation,
very generous even, accounting for...

...the leap in gold prices?

No thanks.

It was a nice offer though.

Why do think it's so popular?

Hello, it's me... Where can I
find Di Massa?

Tonight, yes.

Because I need to know.

Thanks.

42 Alsace St, 4th floor...

You're out of your mind!

I wasn't expecting you to come
to the station with flowers...

But all the same...

Why are you hiding like this?

That's a good question.

Well then, find a good answer.

It's not the country air that brought
you back.

By the time you get out, you've
learn stupid things...

Objectively Raphael, what constitutes
a stupid thing exactly?

If you're seeking to gun me
down, they'll replace me you know.

If you want my opinion, they
already have.

They wouldn't get rid of you
if there weren't back-ups.

Who's they?

Come now, 'them'... Don't remember
any more?

Not wondering how I got here?

Who gave me your address?

Mr Jean-Baptiste Liegard.

You went that high up?

Getting interested now?

Yes... I really am!

In mire.

Why don't you ring too?

Ring who?

I don't know...
The car people following me perhaps?

You're not low on staff!

Unbelievable...

What mire!

How do I know you won't kill me
afterward?

You'd prefer beforehand?

It's me.

Me!

Remember that target I've got you
working on?

Yes, a direct order.

No, no, he'll give us a promoter.

No, no way... Tomorrow morning.

Yes...at 8am he'll be
on the golf course.

What life do you have?

Things are different now, everyone
has their own buggy.

You know the road by the golf course...

...from the poplars, the
green is 10 meters away.

That's it...

That's it.

Sure is!

Mum, it's your turn, play.

I've went around for nothing, I've
forgotten...

Hello Samantha, can I speak
to Charlotte?

It's you.

I didn't wake you?

No, no, I was reading.

Do me a favour?

Already?

Use proper words.

OK.

What else?

Don't have breakfast it's sewed
on the train.

The 8.10am Express, platform 2.

Don't bring woolens either, we're going
to the sunshine.

What a guy!

Platform 2, the N125 fast train for
Paris is about to depart, doors closing.

What a guy!

So where are we going for sunshine?

Guadeloupe or Zanzibar?

Paris.
Apparently it's very sunny there.

In the morning glade I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

- William Blake