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- Yes, what is it?
- It's the police.

- Hello, Ma'am.
- Are you from the police?

Inspector Levasseur.

What for?

Can we come in?

Are you the inspector?

Inspector of what, first?

Police Inspector.
This is the letter rogatory.

We've seen it all.

Is this all the police finds to do?
Pissing off the unemployed.

Where is he?

What are you looking for?
We're not thieves.

No point in hiding him.
Where is he?

But who?

And what?
What are you talking about?

You're not going to
search everywhere!

- What's that?
- It's a closet.

People like that, I'd put
them in jail, before long.

It's disgusting, look
what the cops are for.

It's always the same.

The police is warned
at the last minute.

It's hard to get
accepted in these circles.

If they lose confidence,
they close their doors to us.

We're here to help them.

And us, to scare them.

I'm a social worker, to each his own.

= THE WOMAN COP =

Translated by:
selaflaure (selaflaure@gmail.com)

Directed by:
YVES BOISSET

There's the kid.

- What are you doing here, love?
- I don't know, I've been summoned.

They confirmed before the judge.

Only yours denies it.
We prepared him for you.

The boss is not at all happy.

Ah, I always said it, the women
are not made for this job.

Inspector Levasseur. I am summoned
by the investigating judge.

One second, please.

Judge, please.

- Hello, Miss, how are you?
- Fine, thank you.

- Would you like to come for a moment?
- Yes.

I can't hide the fact
that I'm very surprised.

You interviewed
young Génère last night,

and I have no record
of this interrogation.

That's right.

Yet I think I know that,
during the interrogation,

Roland Génère made you a confession.

You think you know?

Who told you about this?

Come on, Miss,
has he confessed or not?

It's more complicated than that, Judge.

Your friend, Substitut Berthot,
told me everything.

Are you sworn in?

Come with me.

Please have a seat.

Inspector, would you repeat
before the defendant

what he told you last night
during his last interrogation?

Judge, I was recently
assigned, and I wasn't informed...

Counsel, please.
I'm listening.

Judge, I'm not really sure

that Roland Génère wanted...

Inspector, did he admit that he was
the main provider for the network?

- Judge...
- Please, counsel, not now!

Did he admit supplying
the students with drugs?

He was tired, at the end
of his tether, and then...

- Did you coerce him? Threaten him?
- Of course not.

So he spontaneously confessed?

Yes, that's right.

If I haven't drawn up
a report, it's because...

Thank you.

- Jacques?
- Obvious that...

Substitut Berthot?

Good morning, Miss Levasseur.

Do you know the Attorney General?

Not on familiar terms any more?

It'll be difficult to keep
things confidential.

- I don't understand.
- Yes, you do! Pillow talk,

that you repeat
to give yourself importance.

Even if it means screwing
up a guy and me with him.

- There must be some misunderstanding.
- Yes, there must.

When you sleep with someone,
you shouldn't be ashamed of it,

Substitute.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, I...

I don't understand what happened.

It's not that one.

The Héry case, I told you,
not Érulin, Héry.

You can't see a thing.

I've asked twice now
for the bulbs to be changed.

Archives aren't much fun.

The boss is angry,
but he'll get over it.

I could put in a good word for you.

- I don't need anyone.
- Don't say that.

What's wrong? You got a problem?

Héry.

He pissed you off again, didn't he?

- Thank you, Sully.
- You're welcome, love.

You act tough, but deep
down, you're not happy.

I knew it wasn't a job for you.

Don't smoke, Sully,
you'll set me on fire.

You know, when you
questioned the little Génère,

minutes were needed.
You always need minutes.

We may have worked on it
a little, all right, it's possible.

But he eventually admitted
to selling drugs.

It had to be written,
because in this business

we can't kid ourselves.

And I did.

Anyway, your Génère
really got you.

With his criminal record and his friends

who continue to charge
him, he'll take the maximum.

And doesn't that bother you?

- But no, because he's guilty.
- How would you know?

What if he has a boyfriend?

A boyfriend he wouldn't
want to give away?

- You know the mayor's nephew?
- What are you talking about?

The mayor's nephew?

That's fantastic!

You have just learned
that the mayor's nephew

sleeps with a drugged-up
and drug dealer gay.

All left to do is make an
announcement! You're completely mad!

- I thought you'll help me, Sully.
- Help you?

You think we don't
know his reputation?

- But we never had any proof.
- What if I did?

A word of advice: forget it.

All right.

- I'll manage on my own.
- Okay, okay.

But when you'll be in deep
shit, don't say I didn't warn you.

Mr. Mayor, can you tell me
if you plan to file charges...

A press release will be issued shortly.
Please be patient, gentlemen.

Police methods, says your nephew,

were trapped by dubious
procedures. That's true, isn't it?

Did a female inspector put him
under pressure?

Is it legal?

Listen, gentlemen,

I don't know what the
outcome of this case will be,

but I'd like to say this:

In this case, the police
only did their duty.

Don't expect me
to attack any of its officials,

male or female.

And now, it's time for justice.

That's just for show.

- Levasseur, backstage, will celebrate.
- We'll finally laugh too.

- Hi.
- So you're happy, that's the glory.

Luckily we've got Levasseur, otherwise
people would never talk about us.

Come in.

- Hello.
- Hello, Levasseur.

Have a seat.

Well done for the
photo in the newspaper.

Charming, determined, really good.

This is also the opinion
of the Minister himself.

He has asked me
to pass on his congratulations.

With nuances.

Because you put everyone
before a fait accompli.

And when it comes to someone
like the mayor's nephew,

with his government connections,

it can't be said that this is
the most recommended method.

Have you read opposition newspapers?

You know what I mean.

- But Génère was about to be condemned.
- What do you know?

He was perhaps going to denounce
the mayor's nephew in court.

We'd have had the same results.

Minus the trouble.

Naturally, you don't know the
meaning of caution or moderation.

As in private life.

My private life
is nobody's business.

If it remained private.

But the story of the slap,

right in the courthouse, in
front of the public prosecutor?

Over there, they love gossip.
With you, they're served.

And you've made
a mess of the services.

And they want my skin.

So now what are we
going to do with you?

- Is that all you're taking?
- Yes, that's it.

I sent everything else in a trunk.

You know, staff movements,
it's part of the job.

Oh, stop it, Sully.

This transfer is not a promotion.

Bonnard is quite
happy to get rid of me.

You warned me, by the way.

You're angry with me
because I let you down.

But you know, if I'd followed you,

today, 2 of us
would be taking the train.

- I've got a wife and three kids.
- Yes, I know.

Let's hurry, my dad's
waiting for me at the station.

Well, goodbye.

Well, I'll be off.

Wait.

I didn't want to show
this to your mother,

but you have to tell me.

What's true about that?

"Mild police violence.

"The transfer is due to the fiery nature

"of the beautiful divorcée who slapped

"not a common suspect
in a police station,

"but a high magistrate in a courthouse.

"Their private dispute will not
be brought to the boxing ring."

Why should you care?
You can see it's a gossip magazine.

If it's written,
something happened.

I'm 28.

I'd like people to stop
telling me what to do.

There is something, yes.
Nothing I be ashamed of.

Or you.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye.

I beg your pardon, are
you Corinne Levasseur?

- Yes.
- Hello. I'm Inspector Simbert.

- Oh, hello.
- Had a good trip?

- Yes, thank you.
- I'll take you to your place.

When can I see Mr. Porel?

At this hour,
the commissioner has left.

Are you in such a
hurry to get started?

It's a small room in an old
lady's house, rue de Thionville.

It's not great, but it's
just to tide you over.

If you don't like it, you can
always find something else.

- Did my luggage arrive?
- Yeah, 2 days ago.

Sorry, but I can't leave too long.

- Of course.
- I must leave you to yourself.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow. Thank you.

Are you Miss Levasseur?

I'll show you, it's up there.

It's not very big,
but it's well heated.

You can use the bathroom,
but only 3 times a week.

There's a warming plate
for your morning coffee,

but you won't be cooking, are you?

Frankly, I prefer to rent for men.

The women are always
washing clothes in the sink

or cooking something.

So...

I'll let you get settled in.

Is it true that you're in the police?

- What do you do exactly?
- I'm inspector.

There are women in the police force now?

It must be tough.

Yes, sometimes it's tough.

- Good evening, Madam.
- Good evening.

3 out of 6? You're not
training enough, old chap.

Come on, Simbert.

Ah well, that's very
good. Nice group shot.

Bravo, Simbert.

Miss, your turn.

Did you shoot often?

At the course, how were you graded?

So and so.

Well, go ahead.

5 out of 6, not bad.

You see, when you're
on the right side of the gun,

there's no need to be afraid.

I'm not afraid, I don't like it.

Roc, another target
won't do you any harm.

- Shall I take you back to the office?
- OK.

This is the De Schuler housing
estate housing 3,000 workers.

There is also the De Schuler chain

which dresses and feeds them.

This is the boulevard
Maxime De Schuler.

- And that's the De Schuler bank.
- Do they have a bank too?

2 banks:
the mines, the foundry.

And then, to ease his conscience,
there's even the De Schuler hospital.

This is the De Schuler stadium.

Back there,
the De Schuler swimming pool.

- And what's this mogul like?
- An 84-year-old mummy

who keeps his family
under an iron fist.

Ah, it's a whole dynasty
the De Schulers.

Look, they were already here,
under Napoleon III.

They have survived every regime.

You seem well informed.

You're not from here, though.

Before that, I was in Mulhouse.

Here's your paper. As you
can see, it wasn't complicated.

- Thank you very much, sir.
- And next time be careful.

Goodbye, Madam.

Well, for today,
we'll leave it at that.

Here, this is for you.
Simbert, are you coming down?

- Yes, I've finished, I'm coming.
- I'll wait for you downstairs.

- Bye, see you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

Can you type this up for me
in 3 copies? It won't take long.

Well, how's it going?

You're getting used to it here,
your colleagues are nice?

- Very nice, yes.
- Right, then.

Finally, if something is
wrong, you tell me, will you?

- Commissioner?
- Yes?

When will I do anything else?

Anything else?

Of course, issuing permits,
filling reports...

I know someone
has to do it, but...

Yes, someone has to do it.

Until further notice,
it will be you.

This is trainee work.
I'm an inspector.

I'm not in the police
to shuffle paperwork.

Listen, Miss,
you've been assigned here

without my approval.

You have 5 years in the
force, but you're still young.

And what's more, you're a woman.

I don't want to send
you on delicate matters,

even less dangerous missions.

You've got ambition.

Maybe you'll be a police
commissioner, in my place.

In the meantime, be content
with doing what you're told.

That's not bad at all.

How much do I owe you?

6 francs 50, please.

Hey, can you come and help us?

- Me?
- Yes.

Here, can you carry
this? Thank you.

I'll get the rest.
Yes, I'm coming.

I'm going out, on the wet.

I walk on the Aquavit.

And may I?

Who are you?

I'm the driver, Mr Puntila.

- What are you? Say it again.
- I'm your driver.

Wait, children.
Not here, in the dressing rooms.

And us, when will we play
the wedding scene?

These things are tricky.

Hey, I don't know you.

I'm here incognito.

A stranger from out of town.

It's becoming captivating.

I wanted to see
what you were up to.

Master Puntila and his valet, Matti.

You really feel
in a house of culture.

If the boss could hear you...

Why? Is he that stubborn?

Worse than that, he's rubbish.

- I'm the one.
- No, you're not.

Yes, it is, I swear.

- Marcel Backmann.
- Corinne Levasseur.

I've been running
this place for 2 years.

I intrigued infamously to get La Rochelle,

but the incumbent is hanging
on, so in the meantime, here I am.

With “Brechte”.

- With “Brecht”.
- Sorry.

What if later,
after the rehearsal,

we're all going to taste
sauerkraut at Braneur's?

They'll be open for us.
Won't you come along?

Oh no, I can't. It's late already.

Come on.

Tomorrow's Sunday.

OK.

I'm going to tell you
a little story.

Who wants a sausage?

- I do!
- We are!

Ladies first.
I apologise, Miss.

- A little.
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- This?

Yes.

You know, my wife was an English teacher.

She always wanted to pawn off her
translations of Shakespeare on me.

And that's why we separated.

Yes, I swear.

When she saw that I'd never direct
her Coriolanus, she hit the road.

- At least you're not married.
- No.

Hey, watch out!

He courts you, and then afterwards,

you all find yourselves
dismantling sets.

He did it to me.

I never courted you.

What are you going to make her think?

Maybe you could work with us.

Outside of your job, I mean.
What can you do?

- Reading and writing.
- No jokes? That's fine.

Can you type on a typewriter?

It could help us.
As a volunteer; we have no credit.

- It seems difficult to me.
- Why?

What are you selling?

Greek, Latin, French?

I can see you teaching
French in an all-girls school

with lots of papers
to correct in the evening.

Aren't you in tax?

- She seems to have letters.
- I bet she's on PT.

Neither?

No, but seriously,
what do you do?

I am in the police.

Hey, are you kidding?

No, it's true.

I'm an inspector.

In the theatre, this
is called an "effect".

You see Backmann, culture

always ends up in repression.

Your baton,
do you have it with you?

Oh.

You guys aren't going to
make a big deal of it

because he's making
advances to the cop, right?

You start like this, you end up
with a signed statement.

- Very funny.
- Go to hell, Backmann.

I'd better leave.

No, please stay. They're idiots,
they're just messing about.

What I love about people
like you is tolerance.

Yes, but tolerance,
there are houses for that.

Brecht didn't say that.

Well, hats off to you!

If the cops start quoting Claudel,

we'll never get away with it.

Excuse me for
disturbing you so early.

The baker committed suicide in
the De Schuler housing estate.

The boss asks you to go there.

He wants me to go by myself?

Why?

- No more envelopes to stick on?
- We're all busy elsewhere.

The car is downstairs,
I'll leave it with an agent.

OK.

Before I forget.

My wife found you a studio,
perhaps you should decide.

Yes, I'll take care of it as
soon as possible, thank you.

- It's not a suicide?
- Yes, it is.

They're all up there.
Come on, I'll take you.

By making her
vomit, you saved her.

But I'm still going to
take her to hospital.

- Good morning, Doctor.
- Good morning, Miss.

Don't question her right away.

- She's still in shock.
- Well, I have to take the father.

- There's a formal complaint.
- What happened?

The girl will explain.
She's the one who made the complaint.

Come with me.

You bastard!

Bastard!

Scumbag!

Yesterday, I went to the police
and I told them everything.

That's why they came this morning.

And Mum was so ashamed...

Didn't she really know
anything before that?

She was pretending she knew nothing.

Once I tried to tell her,

and she told me I was
a liar, a vicious person.

Another time she told me I was crazy.

And how did it start?

The first time I was 12.

He told me it was normal.

That all dads did that.

He'd put the pillow over my
head so I wouldn't scream.

And then he said, "If you
tell, you'll go to prison."

I didn't dare fall asleep.

I always thought he was coming.

So, in my bed, I covered
myself with my toys,

with my school books,

but he was taking everything away,

and he did it anyway.

It lasted 6 years?

After that, I got used to it.

But last year,
he made me a baby.

So...

So we went to Thionville
to see a woman.

- Why didn't you say so before?
- My mother, I tell you.

She didn't want to know.

And the others, what
would they have thought?

He is my father, after all.

In the end, you did go
to the police, after all.

That's because
he started with Aurélie.

- Your little sister?
- Yes.

- Good morning, madam.
- Good morning.

- I bring you Aurélie Leroux.
- Yes, just a moment.

Hello? Little Leroux has arrived.

Good, very good.

They'll come and get her
right away,

- if you'd like to sit down.
- Yes.

Come on, sit down.

See, there are lots of children.
You'll be fine here.

Will I be here long?

I don't know.

You know very well that
your mum is in hospital.

Your father's away on a trip.

Your big sister can't
look after you.

Yes she can, I'll wait for
Mum to come back.

But you can't be all
alone in your house.

Listen, you're a little girl.

Hello.

Hello, Aurélie.

You're just in time for lunch.

- Will you come with me?
- Yes, come.

- Can't I go with you?
- No, you can't.

No, I'll come and see you.

I promise.

Bye, sweetheart.

Hello.

Hello.

Now you're playing the
kindergarten teacher?

Sometimes, yes.

The police isn't always
about truncheons.

- About the other night, I'd say...
- I don't give a damn.

The others were really
stupid, I apologise for them.

It never happens to your
friends to look around them?

The little one
I've just brought in

was raped by her father.
She's not even 10 years old.

So what can we do?

What are you proposing?

Instead of joking about
Brecht while eating sauerkraut.

Seen like that, of course.

Except in this society,
all has to be rebuilt.

If not built. So...

But while waiting for you to redo it,

who'll take care of Aurélie,
here and now?

You?
No one.

I wouldn't want
we remain like this.

Don't you want to
get together tonight?

I can't tonight, I'm moving.

All the more reason why.
You'll need a helping hand.

All right.

I'm so sorry,
did you hurt yourself?

- Go ahead.
- No, you go ahead.

- Please.
- It's more practical.

I'll go, excuse me.

- What's in there? rocks?
- Oh, books are heavy.

Here we are.

Just put it there.

And that's it.

- How's it going?
- Better.

Take a seat.

- Would you like a drink?
- I'd love to.

Right, I'll see what I've got.

I don't have much, I think.

It's not bad in here.

Compared to what she
had before, it's night and day.

You knew?

Yes, at an old woman's house.

She couldn't take a
bath when she wanted to.

- Really?
- And there were cockroaches.

- Cockroaches? In the bath tub?
- No, everywhere.

In old houses, it's often like that.

Yes, it's often like
that in old houses.

That's all I have left,
I'm sorry.

- But it'll be fine.
- I haven't got any glass.

Here's to you.

Cheers.

It feels good.

I must leave you,
my wife is waiting for me.

OK.

- Well, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Haven't I introduced you?
I'm so sorry.

Mr. Backmann, Brecht specialist,
director of the House of Culture.

Inspector Simbert,
a colleague of mine.

Pleased to meet you.

Have a good evening.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Thank you.

Well, you see?

You still collaborated
with the police.

It's OK.

What about this one?

Not today, on Sundays
he goes to the ball.

To the ball?

And the others
aren't going to the ball?

No, I saved a little money
to send to the children.

- Have you been boxing?
- A bit, chief.

- Where do you work?
- In the factory.

- Which one?
- In the factory over there.

Over there...

- Say, that's not your real name.
- Yes, that's my name, I swear.

I'm in order.

You're coming with us, and
we'll check at the police station.

Shoot him in the legs! Shoot!

Not brilliant.

I aimed for the legs,
but at that distance...

So, in the end, it's him or it isn't?

Maybe one day we'll find out,
if he doesn't die.

- Is he going to die?
- I've no idea.

If you had pulled his
legs, he wouldn't be here.

Thanks anyway,
you may have saved my life.

It's nothing,
it's a professional reflex.

Yeah.

It's a professional reflex.

- You bastard!
- Someone will be looking for him.

Hey, come and see!

Come!

It's Étiennette?

Is that her?

Yes, I'm telling you, it's
my daughter. My Étiennette.

Go home, Mr Muller,
we'll come and see you.

Come on, Robert, there's no point
in staying here, come on.

Roc?

- Well?
- We can't find the shoes.

This means she wasn't killed here.
She was moved.

Keep on looking.

Will we find the bastard who did this?

- Yes, we'll do whatever it takes.
- Yes, as usual.

Come on, go home,
Gentlemen and Ladies.

You two

you're going to see a bit of the locals.

In case someone saw something.

Afterwards, you'll go
to the little girl's parents.

And make sure you're back
to the office by 5 o'clock.

Come on.

We'll take stock of the situation.

- Shall we go?
- Yes, I've finished.

- Thank you, ladies, and goodbye.
- Goodbye, ladies.

So?

Well, as usual, nobody
saw or heard anything.

- Have you got anything?
- Nothing at all.

People are as closed as oysters.

That's right, that's the
way the county wants it.

We'll take a look here.

- Who lives here?
- Dr. Godiveau.

An old pain in the ass.

You little pricks!
You stupid bastards!

It smells like a menagerie.

Come on, come on, come on.

Mr. Godiveau?

Mauriac! You bastard!

You're not going to
eat other cats share.

To each his own, damn it!

It's not open in the morning,
come back in the afternoon.

Mauriac, you bigot,
haven't you finished?

Doctor, inspector Simbert,
inspector Levasseur.

Police?

I don't give a damn about the police.

I've had my fill.

It won't happen again,
for Christ's sake!

It's about the crime nearby.

Crime? What crime?

The world is full of crime.

Ah! Malraux!

You bastard!

Oh, you've pissed
on the books again.

Malraux pisses everywhere.

Well, you want me to confess,

I'm delighted

to see the French police
represented by a frivolous girl

and a Senegalese.

It confirms everything I predicted.

The conspiracy is in full swing.

We talked about that, Montherlant.

Doctor,

have you notice anything last
night or even the night before?

I saw nothing, heard nothing.

I don't want anymore
to be trounced,

to make me eat my kidneys.

They did everything they
could to have me shot.

I've been purged.

I've had 7 manuscripts burnt,
so now, not a word.

Sewn ears, sewn eyes,
sewn mouth.

Notice to the wise guys:

the polytherapist no longer responds.

- Goodbye, Doctor.
- I won't showing you out.

Gallimard?

Where are you hiding again?
Hey!

You mackerel!

Bastard!

He's incredible, this guy.

- Is he really a doctor?
- In fact, he isn't any more.

He was struck off the Council
of the Order a long time ago.

But he still earns
a living from his injections,

a serum of his own invention
which was rejected by the faculty.

- Is he a healer?
- You heard him: a polytherapist.

Oh, a polytherapist, yes.

They wouldn't even let me see her.

- They took her straight away.
- That's better, Mrs Muller.

When I realized she wasn't returning
yesterday, not even by nightfall...

I thought she'd gone to Granny's.

She was over there, on the slag heap.

- My little Étiennette...
- Don't talk about it again, Mrs Muller,

you're hurting yourself.

Take heart.

- Goodbye, Colonel.
- Goodbye.

Miss, Inspector...

Hang in there, old chap.

And if you ever need anything,
don't hesitate a second.

My respects, Colonel.

- Is he a colonel?
- Well, retired.

It's Colonel Morange.

Personnel Director of the foundries.

But above all he's the right-hand
man of Duke De Schuler.

Excuse me, Mr Muller, but I
need to ask you a few questions.

You thought Étiennette
had spent the night

at her grandmother's.
Did she often stay over there?

- Never without warning.
- Yes.

It's like that time she
came home past midnight.

We should never have left her.

And nobody saw Étiennette in
the neighbourhood last night?

I saw her.

You saw her?

Yes. Around the corner
of the doctor's house.

- What's your name?
- It's my daughter, Solange Watin.

She was a friend of the girl.

You're hurting everyone
with your questions!

Have you spoken to Étiennette?

No, she was with a gentleman.

With a gentleman,
but who? You know him?

I'm not sure, it was dark.

Could you recognise him?

I think so.

So, at 7:00 p.m., all of a sudden,

you decide to take a drive.

But I've already told you.

I wanted to push it
on the road to Lorgeville.

It was heating up.

Not everyone can afford a Rolls.

You came back
from Lorgeville at 7.30pm.

You parked your car
in the street.

Well... why?

Why not?

We're not in the gulag yet.

But you have a garage, Mr. Godiveau.

There was a van just in front.

Have you met anyone?

- Someone you've spoken to.
- A little girl, for example.

A little girl who, after
that, entered your home.

Oh, that's it.

The party's back on!

- The purge!
- Godiveau,

last night, someone saw you
talking to little Étiennette Muller.

You have been formally identified.

Nonsense. Nonsense.

They'll invent anything to get me.

Commissioner,
we have the forensic report.

Ah, they're good, the Kikes.

According to the coroner
she was strangled

with a piece of cloth.
Scarf or towel.

We suspected as much.

Between midnight and half past
midnight she was dragged and carried

to the place where she was
found. We suspected that too.

Ah.

- The girl was not a virgin.
- Yes, she was raped.

No, before death, there was
no sexual violence.

- Well then?
- Well, it's simple.

She had had sexual intercourse
before her death, but without violence.

And apparently it wasn't the first time.

- At 12 years?
- Yeah, at 12.

Thank you very much, Miss,
I don't need you any more.

I'm here to bring you
glasses of water.

What are you looking for, in fact?
You know it's Godiveau.

You saw his file at the office,
nothing but piss toilets.

Precisely,

I don't see an old gay
man strangling a little girl.

You know, when one has
vices, he's capable of anything.

- Is all this Étiennette's?
- Yes, gifts.

Nice gifts.

Did you give them to her?

Oh, I can't remember.

Parents, friends...

For her birthday.

Haven't you finished yet?
What are you looking for?

Don't take this the wrong way.
An investigation is always like that.

Ah, those were her little memories.

This is at her school fête,

with her mistress, Madame Pélissier.

And that was last summer,
on holiday in Berck.

Look, there's Solange there.

Where's that?

This is the photography
workshop, at the House of Culture.

And that's with her
younger cousin Félix,

- my sister Josette's son.
- Shall we?

Yes.

Say, Muller,
you receive some good company.

Why are they coming
to search your house?

Instead of searching
in beautiful neighbourhoods,

they come to search the victim's home.

It's easier that way, right?

- What does it mean?
- It means what it means.

Goodbye, Mr. Muller.
Goodbye, Madam.

Stop me here.

- I'll meet you at the police station.
- OK.

Hello, Solange.

You recognise me?

Oh yes, you recognise me.

You've got the same
skates as Étiennette's.

- Were you shopping with her?
- Yes, sometimes.

When I was a little
girl I also had skates.

Not the same ones.

You've had them a long time, yours?

- Don't you want to answer me?
- No.

And Étiennette's?

Who had bought them for her?

Isn't that Dr. Godiveau?

No.

No? Somebody else?

Yes, somebody else.

An other gentleman?

You don't want to tell me his name?

I don't know him. Besides,
that's not even true.

- What's not true?
- Leave me alone.

It's not the kids
to be messed with.

What do I care?

I know, people always tell me that,
may be I'm tactless.

And beside that, what do you do?

Beside that, I'm a turner.
Metal turner.

Well, I was, because
at the De Schuler house,

they don't really
like trade unionists.

So now I'm on the dole.

That gives you time to
criticise the work of others.

A while ago, at the Mullers',

what did you mean about
beautiful neighbourhoods?

Ah, Godiveau.

The ideal culprit, Godiveau, isn't it?

Nobody can stand him.

Yes, an old faggot,
former collaborator.

So you can act. Push it in well.

Everyone here will applaud you.

Meanwhile, vicious
people with lots of money

will continue to deal with the
kids from the mining village.

You know a lot.

Why don't you go and
tell Commissaire Porel?

- So he can kick me out?
- But of course he would.

Vicious people with lots of
money, that's a bit vague, isn't it?

You need proof
before accusing people.

Don't you?

Search Dominique Allier,
photographer at the House of Culture,

you'll see if he
doesn't have any proof.

Know how much solicitation costs?

It's the third time you're
busting me this week.

Miss Levasseur, in my office.

If we don't work, how are
we going to pay our fines?

Now's not the time.
Are you coming?

All we ask is a little discretion.

What were you up to with
that guy, Diego Cortés?

Sit down.

Oh yes, everything is
known in small towns.

I don't want my inspectors
showing off with just anyone.

- It was he who wanted to talk to me.
- He's an anarchist with twisted ideas.

He messed up the
foundries before getting fired.

He was also in the campaign
against the atomic factory.

And you're showing off with this guy.

I didn't know.
Now I'll be careful.

But all the same, he told me
a strange story.

Oh, I'm sure he did.

- About children. It seems...
- Oh, yes.

Perverted children. I've
been waiting for this one.

Do you remember
the Orléans rumour?

It's the same thing.

Since you arrived, have you ever
seen parents make a complaint?

And your Cortés,
could he give you a name?

Yes. Allier.

- Dominique Allier.
- What's he doing?

He runs the photography
workshop at the house of culture.

And sometimes, he takes the children
to the countryside to take photos.

Look.

This is Dominique Allier.

Little Muller was one of his pupils.

Here is Solange Watin.

So what? They were classmates too.

Are you going to suspect
the school headmaster?

Maybe they go to Sunday school.

Are you also going to say that
the priest was banging them?

- Vichery!
- Yes?

Come by tomorrow morning
at the police station.

- Come to the station tomorrow morning.
- Will I still take unemployment benefits?

- Of course.
- Inspector, the Commissioner wants you.

- You wanted to talk to me?
- Yes, you'll go with Simbert

to pay a little visit to Mr. Allier.

Something new?

Levasseur, when I am told
something, I always check.

Allier of yours was convicted twice

for indecent assault on
minors under the age of 13.

- And he runs a children's workshop?
- Oh, don't blame me for that too.

Ah, your warrant.

Thank you.

Don't know what you're looking for,
but it'll be trouble at the town hall.

It's not the first time
that the cops annoy us,

they never found anything here.

Do you think we
make kids smoke hash?

Here, they learn
photography, that's all.

That's not bad.

Did they do this?

Yes, yes, we teach them
everything: to develop, to pull, to dry.

When they can do all that,

all they have to do is
develop their artistic sense.

Do you often take them
out for a walk?

Yeah, every Wednesday,
when the weather's nice.

I teach them to make landscapes.

And look, this too, they did it.

It's great, isn't it?

What is this place?

- It's nothing, just a house.
- Is it yours?

No, I rent it, for weekends.

- We'll go there.
- I wouldn't advise it.

You know, the owner
is Colonel Morange.

- Shall we go?
- I'll call the Commissioner.

Is this a barracks?
What's going on here?

I'm the director!

What's the story?
Dominique, what's going on?

Don't worry, Marcel, it's nothing.
It'll sort itself out.

You want to go to the
colonel, we'll go there.

A pissed-off educator,
it's going to make some noise.

An educator with two convictions.

They choose you
to come and annoy me.

You were reprimanded for Godiveau.

Now you arrest Dominique.

We don't arrest him, we check him.

Did you know Dominique Allier?

Before hiring him, did you know who he was?

What do you mean? The
deputy mayor sent him to me.

Allier is a friend,
Godiveau, a scumbag.

He denounced Jews during the
Occupation, wrote horrible things.

That's not the point.

The question is whether
he is guilty, and that's it.

Today, like yesterday,
he's a bastard.

- What if he's innocent?
- I hope he dies!

So, are you happy?

Perhaps you'll fucking leave me now.

- What's that?
- That's a hangar.

- What's in there?
- I don't know.

- It's for storing equipment, I think.
- We'll go and have a look.

If you like.

There's nothing up there.

- And in there?
- Nothing but papers.

What's in here?

I don't know,
the Colonel's stuff.

I don't think he'd like us to look into it.

- Have you got the key?
- No, I've never opened it.

Is the Colonel reading Mickey Mouse?

Look.

But...
It's little Solange.

- Solange Watin.
- Yes, that's right.

And here, Étiennette.

They're all children from the area.

So, this is yours?

No, I'm as surprised as you are.

All this is the colonel's,
he's the one you should ask.

We'll see. Come on, take him away.

You arrest me for 4 pictures
found in a cupboard?

- I'm telling you it's...
- Take him away.

You haven't heard
the last thing about this.

New York, New York.

Los Angeles, Los Angeles.

Los Angeles.

Do you remember
the circular from Paris?

Didn't the California police
say that in their porn magazines

there was also French stuff too?

- We didn't know where it was from.
- Now we do.

And there, names with numbers.

Customers and suppliers.

In any case, gentlefolks.

The region's finest.

Inspector,

I found this in the
boiler, half-burnt.

- Étiennette' shoe.
- That's right!

That's exactly how she described it.

But she's a liar.

- You know very well you're a liar.
- No, I'm not a liar.

Didn't you made us
take pictures with Gilou?

Just ask Marie-Jo
and Nathalia's brother.

And Odile Mercier.

So, this Gilou, who they're
all talking about?

I don't know, he's a guy I had
as a mason to fix up the house.

He went home, in Bordeaux.

He stayed in the courtyard,
I only saw him 2 or 3 times.

His name and address.

I don't know his address,
I'm telling you he's gone.

In all the photos, it was Gilou.

Even if he hid his face so
he wouldn't be recognised.

Can't you see she's a liar?

With Godiveau, she had you fooled.

Are you fucking kidding me?
What about the other kids?

That's not a lot of liars?

What about the doctors who
saw them? And all the photos?

I don't know about the photos.
For Étiennette, it wasn't me.

And her shoe in the boiler?

Are you crazy?
Are you blaming me for everything?

Lots of people come to me

when I'm not around,
they must have burnt them.

You're the one who
said they're her shoes.

In fact, it suits you
to clear Godiveau's name.

All right, take him away.

It's not because
I have a record

did it occur to you that Morange
didn't rent the house to you.

Get me rid of this one!

Be careful not to annoy me too much,

cause I can get
people in trouble too.

Come, Solange, it's over.

Of course, nothing to the
press about the colonel.

He'll be angry enough
for renting to this scumbag.

I'll give her back to you.
She was wonderful.

My little girl!

It can't be true, all this dirt.

You have to be patient, and kind.

Damn, at 12, you have to be patient?

Obvious she's not your daughter.

It's not her fault.

Come on.

See you later, Solange, thank you.

- Goodbye, Madam.
- Goodbye, Mr. Watin.

- How's it going?
- Not bad.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hold this.

I didn't think you were coming.

You haven't got anything
against priests, do you?

Oh no, not particularly. Why?

I'd like you to meet
one that will interest you.

Salut, Jean-Pierre.

- Hello.
- You see, she came.

- Hello.
- This is Father Henning.

Take a seat.

Well, for the fair, we'll see later.

I was eagerly awaiting your arrival.

I'm glad you came. Really.

This is what I found the
night before last in Lille.

How did you find them?

Child porn magazines
are banned in France.

Here, with all the
young people around,

I learn more than
you do from the police.

You can buy these on
sight in a shop in old Lille.

- What shop?
- A sex shop.

Finally, a sex shop like no other,

where you can find these,

then quite a few
other forbidden things.

- Don't the owners have trouble?
- Oh no, precisely no.

Officially, the shop
is run by a Mrs Yriex,

Nadine Yriex.

In fact, the real owner of
the shop is Colonel Morange.

You see how difficult
is to get him in trouble.

Do you have any proof?

Are you free tomorrow?

Photos taken by Allier
with local kids

are sent by Nadine Yriex
to California.

She has exclusiveness of the
American magazines for all Europe.

And he who cashes in the
profits is Colonel Morange.

Does your commissioner
know you're here?

- Of course.
- And what does he say?

That I'm wasting my time.

I'll take these 3.

Beware, they're coming out.

- Is that Nadine Yriex?
- That's her, yes.

Handsome Gilou.

When I think
there's a warrant out for him...

Arrest him now, you're
ruining everything.

Hi, Madame Christiane.

- Can I have my "Gitanes"?
- Yes.

- Here you are.
- Thanks. See you tonight.

See you soon.

Pass to the boy there.

- See you soon.
- See you soon.

- A pack of "Gitanes", please.
- A pack of "Gitanes".

Hello.

Thank you.

- Do you have lighters?
- Yes, we do.

- What kind of lighter would you like?
- What do you have?

Goodbye, Bertrand.

Would you like some
chocolates? Sweets?

They're going to come out.

Jean-Pierre, you stay here.

And now, do you believe it?

- But what do we do?
- Nothing. I can't do anything.

I have no warrant. I'm
not even in my jurisdiction.

I'm not a cop,
I don't need a warrant.

Diego, wait, that's crazy...

What the fuck are you doing
here? What do you want?

What do you want? You got problems?

You stink, I don't like your
mouth, want me to put you down?

What are you doing here?
Talk to me, answer me!

You strayed here, as if by chance.

- What're you doing?
- She doesn't talk,

we're going to put her down.
Come, I'll show you.

We're going to lay her,

we'll fuck her both,
and we'll set her on fire.

You'll grease the earth.

Shall I show you what
we do to little children?

Spread her thighs.

Somebody's coming. Leave
her alone! Run, there's a guy!

Diego!

Does it hurt a lot?

People to whom I did
nothing but favours at the time.

You weren't careful enough, Colonel.

You have been, shall we say,
imprudent.

Well, I'll leave it to my lawyers.

But for now, I wonder:

is it really necessary
to lodge a complaint?

I wouldn't recommend that.

Of course, there's no
point to stir up all that mud.

The main thing is that this
scum be sanctioned, right?

Well, goodbye, Commissioner.

- Ah, Grégoire, how are you?
- All right, sir, my respects.

Yes, yes. I'll be there in an hour.

The Lille public prosecutor's
office will take over the Yriex case.

You've done a great job, Levasseur.

But why Lille? Why can't
the case stay with us?

Nadine Yriex and Allier
it's the same case.

- And Colonel Morange?
- Don't complicate things.

A child prostitution
network was broken up.

Well, congratulations.
The rest is politics.

Yes.

Commissioner Porel.

Ah.

Allier has just hanged
himself in his cell.

You could say that his
death suits everyone.

Whether he hanged
himself voluntarily or not,

that we'll never know.

Because Nadine Yriex
and Gilou won't talk.

In exchange, a handsome annuity

waits them when
they get out of prison.

As for Colonel Morange,
he's white like this.

Meanwhile, orgies with girls or boys

will go on.

I know.

Careful now,
you need to remember.

Étiennette said she was going
to have a lot of money,

and that the gentleman
was going to give it to her.

Which gentleman?
Dominique Allier?

No, not Dominique Allier,
another gentleman.

Mr. Ludovic. We often
saw him in the countryside.

- What was the gentleman like?
- He's nice.

He gave us the skates.

And then he gave
Étiennette the record player

and then the little tv-set.

And what are these
money matters about?

It was because Étiennette's
brother was ill, so...

So she asked him for some
money. And he didn't want to give.

She said she would
tell everything to her dad,

so he gave the money.

Careful, Solange,

can you describe me this gentleman?

He has glasses surrounded by iron.

- What's his name again?
- Ludovic, Mr. Ludovic.

Look, I checked it page by page.

No Ludovic.

Besides, not a single
name from the region.

Only addresses in Sweden and
California, and documents from the lab.

Judge, there were about thirty...
only names from the area.

On the last pages.

Allow me.

They tore them out.

Do you remember the list
from the Allier notebook?

Among the first, there was a
Ludovic, a Ludovic something.

A name that came up several times.

Ludovic. Remember, you even said:
"There's all the cream of the region."

I really can't remember.

You tell nonsense! What's going on?

Nothing's going on.
I'm just doing my job.

Come on, go to bed, you need it.

So you don't want to tell me?

You're getting on my nerves, Levasseur.

Ludovic de Gueldre. That's
the name you're looking for.

De Gueldre...

Of course, Ludovic de Gueldre!
Why didn't you tell me before?

When you know who
he is, you'll understand.

Now you don't care;
you'll tell me everything.

He's De Schuler's son-in-law.

The president of the foundries,

since the old man
passed him the reins.

Does he wear metal frame glasses?

Yes.

Judge,

do you really want to
question Mr. De Gueldre?

That's a huge risk.

And what if little Watin
doesn't recognise him?

Solange Watin won't be coming.

Her parents sent her to an
aunt, somewhere in Corrèze.

Maybe they've been under
pressure, don't you think?

It was our only charge
against Ludovic De Gueldre.

A kid who already lied
to us about Godiveau.

We still have this.

Pages have been torn out,
but Miss Levasseur saw them,

and also Inspector Simbert.

- They're sworn in, aren't they?
- Judge,

in this game,
we're all in trouble.

Commissioner, someone
ripped out these pages

under your nose or mine.

In this case, we were both deceived.

- Will you support me, won't you?
- Absolutely.

- Are you still willing to testify?
- Yes, of course.

Judge, I believe it's Mr. De Gueldre.

And Morange came too.

What nerve!

Mr. De Schuler.

The ancestor came in person.

8 years since old De
Schuler hasn't left his house...

And you still want to
question his son-in-law?

I still want to investigate
the Muller case.

Hello, yes?

Yes, Prosecutor.

Good.

With her.

Understood.

There will be no hearing of
Mr. De Gueldre, Commissioner.

The Public Prosecutor wants to
see us in a quarter of an hour, Miss.

Well, we've seen it all.

Please have a seat.

My dear Becker,
I think that this time

you will agree we are deadlocked.

Your only witness,
little Watin, is evading.

God knows I warned you.
Do you see the result?

Be sure, Miss,
that if I sent for you,

I didn't do it to interfere
in police business.

Your minister would go
immediately to complain to mine.

I want you to understand

how delicate it is to
investigate such a case.

Put yourself in my shoes.

No proof, no witnesses.

An empty file.

Obviously, Godiveau would
have been a perfect culprit.

It's not him, let's forget him.

So, the Muller case, what is it?
Who is it?

The child's killer is most likely

Allier or this Gilou, his accomplice.

It's obvious that this is
where we should be looking.

Becker, I'm telling you this to make
you avoid the mistake of your carrier.

But, Prosecutor, there's
still the black book.

The black notebook, pages torn out.

A name barely glimpsed on a
page that has disappeared. Come on!

Prosecutor, I've seen these pages.

- And Inspector Simbert too.
- I don't doubt it, Miss,

the trouble is that Inspector
Simbert has no memory of it.

And that doesn't seem enough
to me to bring an indictment.

But you're the one talking
about indictment, not me.

What I'm asking you is to
let me interrogate people

whose names I saw on the notebook.

That's what I'm trying
to make you understand.

It's the mentality of a provincial
town, everything is known.

To question someone means already
to cast doubt on his morality.

You need however more
serious presumptions

to discredit a personality as...

valued as Mr De Gueldre.

Don't forget that he belongs
to a family that has made

this region prosper
for several generations.

Yes, the last time, the mayor's
family got me my change.

Here!

I was told about a
problem of incompatibility

with a public prosecutor,
a substitute, I believe.

I still would have liked
to confront little Solange

with Mr. de Gueldre.

Let's be a bit realistic,
Becker, shall we?

Her parents don't
want her to testify,

because they know her well.

She's already accused Godiveau,
now it's Mr. De Gueldre.

She's capable of inventing anything.

There are details you can't
make up. I spoke to her.

Oh, as for the details, she
certainly knows a lot for her age.

When I read her statement
about the photo shoots

at the Allier farm,

it's quite simple, I didn't
dare tell my wife about it.

But that's just it, Miss,

is this precocious perversion
which should inspire us prudence.

Prudence, yes.

But when it comes
to imprison someone

who has not paid his television bills,

we're not talking about prudence.

Listen, I know this kind of demagoguery.

I didn't know it was
used in the police force.

Unfortunately, there's
nothing in this file, Miss.

You see, it's too easy:

serious accusations are made
against people in high places,

it's causing a stir up to Paris,

and the Minister of Justice
calls me several times a day

for an empty file. Isn't it? Empty!

Listen, Miss, I'm going
to be frank with you:

your good faith is not in question,
but you have to stop. Right away.

The judge was reprimanded,
I could feel it.

You shouldn't come to the prosecutor.

- I didn't ask to go.
- That's indirect blame for me.

The prosecutor is smart, he
yells at me without talking to me.

I got the message.

Forget all that, there's
work to be done elsewhere.

- But Judge Becker...
- Oh, no!

Forget that horny guy.

They're all the same,
at the magistrates' union.

Until further notice, I'm your boss.

What's more, it's all
completely out of our reach.

That's politics.

It's over for us.

Understand? It's over!

In the end, they are the strongest.

You shouldn't stay
in this rotten environment.

Go away.

Go away before you
become like them.

Look at your judge, even
him is ready to let you down.

That's not true.

If Solange spoke, he
would relaunch the case.

But don't you get it?

Schuler, Morange

they bought the Watins,
to prevent their daughter testify.

It's simpler than that. Watin
is employed at the foundries.

His house belongs to the foundries.

If they take away his job,
they take away his home too.

That's a lot for a
45-year-old worker.

Are you sure about this?

Colonel Morange paid them
a little visit.

Everything is known,
nobody says anything.

De Schuler brings them all to life.

They will always fuck us.

We'll have to get used to it.

I don't.

I don't.

I have nothing more to say
to the police.

For me, all that's settled,
no need to come back to it.

- Goodbye, ladies and gentlemen.
- Goodbye, sir.

Solange won't stay
forever at her aunt's.

When he hanged
himself, Allier wasn't alone.

Remember what happened
to Étiennette, Mr. Watin.

Solange knows far too much things.

- Are you trying to scare me?
- Yes, I am.

Because I'm scared too for her.

Solange, she's nice, you know.

The day I found out,
I slapped her in the face.

Can you imagine?

I think it was the first time.

We need to get her back.

My wife won't want it.

What do you want us
to say to the judge?

- You know well we know nothing.
- You don't, Solange does.

That's why she has to talk.

Is it true everything she says?

After all, we don't
know anything about it.

Then there's the scandal again.

Dirt in newspapers.

And on TV too.

Not to mention that afterwards
you'll have to look for work.

At your age...

- And where will we stay?
- And the kids?

Are you thinking about them?

About your neighbours'
children, your friends'?

It's time to do
something, to stop this.

I don't know...

Solange may not want to say anything else.

- In any case, I won't force her.
- Neither will I.

Help me.

What I'm asking you to
do is to bring her back.

Be very careful, Solange.

This is very important.

Look.

Are you sure it's him?

Yes, that's him.
It's Mr. Ludovic.

What was it like,
did you stay there all day?

We stay all day, and then...

So, are you happy?

I'm not unhappy.

And don't forget, the
snack is at 5 o'clock.

Are you OK?

Are you happy that
I came to see you?

We'll sit here.

Look, I brought you some cakes.

- Help yourself.
- No.

- What, you don't want any?
- No.

But why, did you eat
too much at lunch?

- No, I didn't eat.
- You didn't eat?

You need to eat.
You're going to be sick.

Come and pick up your
file tomorrow morning.

- Hello, Grégoire.
- Hello.

- Hello, Eliane.
- Hello.

- Are you OK?
- Beware,

the boss wants to talk to you.

Oh, right away?

Come in.

- Did you send for me?
- Yes.

Take a seat.

Tell me frankly,
Levasseur, just between us.

Do you really want to
stay in the police force?

What do you mean?

Have you ever thought resigning?

No, never.

Why?

Let's put it another way.

Are you sure the police
wants you to stay with them?

I hasten to tell you that
the idea didn't come from me.

But you've been
spotted in high places.

You suspected it, I imagine.

There's talk of
transferring you again.

So, the best would be...

well, according to the Ministry...

it's... a letter of resignation.

All you have to do is sign it.

I repeat, it's not coming from me,
it's coming from much higher up.

Finally, I also believe
it's the best solution.

And what if I want to stay
in the police force?

Do you really want
to spend the rest of your life

at the back of an office,
copying minutes,

not being allowed to investigate,
to use the service cars,

until the day when you're transferred
in an even less interesting position,

then a third, a fourth,

with bosses more and more
hostile, do you really want that?

And you, Commissioner,

what do you think?

I once knew an inspector

who underwent this treatment for 4 years.

One evening, he took his service
gun, and he shot himself in the head.

Understand, Levasseur,

they don't want you any more.

Let me point out that Judge Becker
has been transferred to Ariège.

So, if I understand correctly,

Ludovic de Gueldre,

Colonel Morange, will get away with this?

Don't you mind staying
in this police force?

Police?

It existed before
you, the police.

You're not thinking of changing it
all by yourself?

The police does what it can.

For a society
that isn't even worth it.

You have to take it
as it is or walk away.

You're right.

Even if I'm no longer a cop,

I am still a witness
in the Muller case.

And no one will stop me from talking.

No one.

Precisely, be careful.

From now on, you'll be
on your own.

Unarmed, without your colleagues.

You'll have to be very careful.

It's the role of the police
to protect witnesses, isn't it?

In principle, yes.

She leaves the house.

She gets into a grey Ford
Granada taxi.

Registration: 31 16 FA 62.

Can you stop here?

So, what are we going to do?
Get off or keep going?

Keep going.

Translated by:
selaflaure (selaflaure@gmail.com)