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KEEP TALKING, BABY

Mr. Jackson,

after deliberation,
the court finds you guilty,

but on account of what it sees
as mitigating circumstances,

it sentences you
to twenty years in prison.

Guards, take him away.

Yes?

Yes, it's me.

Yes.

What? Say that again.

Yes.

What did he say?

How did he react?

Good, we'll be expecting you.

So?

Twenty years.

So, Mr. Simon?

I always keep my promises.

Paul, get Sophie. Take her home.

Thank you, Mr. Simon.

So are you over that awful doubt?

I'd like to see you try.

What I did took guts:

answering questions,
challenging lawyers

and never interrupting myself.

I spared no effort,
and all work deserves recompense.

Right, Mr. Simon?

Thank you.

Be at the ripening room tonight,
for delivery.

I'll be there.

Mr. Simon?

You're sure I'll be at no risk now?

You will be.

In twenty years.

Alert to all police stations.

Jackson, the ventriloquist,
a convicted murderer,

escaped from La Santé at 4:07 a.m.

Alert to all police stations.

Another prowler.

Maybe that's him.

-You're kidding.
-It could be.

Give yourself up, Jackson!

If it's him, he won't be armed.

There's someone back there.

Get some backup.

Oh my word!

So you think this is funny, huh?

THANK YOU
JACKSON

This is Europe Flash,
with Harold Key.

After two days in prison
and a stunning escape,

Jackson is front-page news again.

The famed ventriloquist
was sentenced to twenty years,

for the murder...

Sophie, get dressed quickly.

... is only remembered

because of the impossibility
of establishing his motives.

Two eyewitnesses
provided damning testimony,

but throughout the proceedings,

Jackson consistently
maintained his innocence.

Hello, Radio Taxi?
I'd like a car immediately, please.

Jackson!

I said what I saw, Mr. Jackson.

There was a guy on the ground
and you had a gun in your hand.

Put yourself in my shoes.

It was an easy mistake.
Look at Françoise.

Keep talking.

Maybe you didn't fire the shot.

Maybe... you just picked up the gun.

But how could I know?

Especially with the others.

What others?

I had to do it.

If I didn't follow orders,
then I'd be executed.

Whose orders?

I can't tell you that.

Who?

Simon.

Robert Simon.

The club director?

Yes.

But I didn't tell you.

Why did he do that?

Are the cards rigged at his club?

No.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

Call girls?

Counterfeit money? Drugs?

That's it.

Drugs.

Remember, Mr. Jackson.
Remember, I didn't tell you anything.

I know nothing.

Françoise does.

Françoise Lacroix
knows more than I do.

What's her address?

Don't move.

It's in my address book.

Near the phone.

You don't have many friends.

Stop!

Don't shoot, Mr. Jackson!

I was getting some money.

This is for you.

Maybe you need it.

Good idea.

Who gave you that? Simon?

What will you think?

All work deserves recompense.

No, I tell you...

Alright.

OK, since this is yours,
I'll give you a receipt.

-Are you waiting for someone?
-Françoise Lacroix.

-Ah, excuse me.
-Of course.

-I'll do it now.
-You don't need to.

-I'll be there in an hour.
-OK.

Mr. Simon,
Jackson escaped from La Santé.

Gilles, shut the door.

I heard at the café.

The news is going around.

So what?

Now he'll get thirty years.
I see that as good news.

He won't last long,
with the police on his tail.

Of course.

And he'll never trace things
back to us.

Mr. Simon...
Jackson just came to see me.

Gilles, shut the door.

You don't get it.

Jackson, the ventriloquist.

He came round, an hour ago.

That doesn't surprise me,
my dear Delmas.

But seeing you alive after that visit
so soon after that visit does.

He wanted to make me talk.

Imagine how I reacted.

He could have tried to kill me,
but I wouldn't have said a word.

You know, the boss is right.

You're in good shape,
for a guy that didn't talk.

You know me, Mr. Simon.

Not a word, I swear.
It's the truth, Mr. Simon.

The whole truth
and nothing but the truth, right?

We saw you in action.

But...

But that was different, Mr. Simon.

I was under instructions,
at the trial.

You have to believe me, Mr. Simon!

I didn't say a word.

About you or anything else.

Why would you have mentioned me?

And what do you mean by "the rest"?

Tell us everything...
that you didn't tell him.

If Jackson shows up here,
we'll know who to blame.

And we'll catch up with Jackson
sooner or later.

And he'll tell us
what happened with you.

But I swear, I didn't say anything.
Nothing at all.

But he...
he told me about you, Mr. Simon.

And the drugs too.

I said that wasn't it.

What did he say back?

He kept pushing it, of course.

Jackson knows he didn't kill Granier.

He knows I lied at the trial
and so did Françoise.

Tell me, Delmas...

was Jackson in gloves?

Gloves?

No, no gloves.

Thank you, Delmas.
You can go home now.

Stay there until further notice.

Gilles will take you,
to keep you safe.

Yes, Mr. Simon.

Thank you, Mr. Simon.

Go to Françoise.

She'll be next,
after Jackson saw Delmas.

Bring me Sophie,
in case Françoise gets chary.

And Jackson, if you see him.

Thanks to Delmas

we can't just let
the police handle it.

That's perfect, Françoise.

Don't be scared.

I'm not a murderer, you know that.

Better than anyone.

What a pretty hand.

That's the one you swear with,
to the the truth, the whole truth...

Jackson, how could you?

I got your address,
from a guy called Delmas.

He's a nice guy. Very friendly.

And he sees things too.

Yes. He's got a lot of imagination.

I'll explain everything.

But not here.

Why not?
You've got a charming place here.

And Delmas told me
that you know much more than he does.

I just ran the cloakroom at the club.

And I hung some clothes
where I was told to hang them.

I'll explain everything, Jackson,
but let's go, please.

Go on Françoise, answer.

No.

Yes?

I know.

I heard the news.

And I'm sure
he's going to contact you.

Stay there.
I'll send Two Fingers and Sacristan.

If Jackson gets there before them,
keep him there.

Yes, Mr. Simon.

We need to leave right away.

On the contrary,

I'm keen
to meet Two Fingers and Sacristan.

They must be
interesting conversation.

They want to kill you.

You went to see Delmas.
You might've found something out.

I beg you,
do it for me, if not for yourself.

I'll help you as best I can.

OK.

Park over there,
then come and find me.

Watch out!

What was that, a gunshot?

What's going on?

What happened?

Mrs. Lacroix was shot.

Did someone get a doctor?

Mr. Dumoulin went for one.

Give her air.

Give her some air.

My poor woman.

Just a moment, sir.

There we go...

Please, protect Sophie.

The Hôtel du Centre. Room 37.

She'll tell you...

What did she say?

She said, "Sophie, room 37,
the Hôtel du Centre."

Ah, here comes the doctor.

Excuse me. Let me through.

Excuse me, sir.

Call an ambulance.

Tell me, sir...

Where's the man that was with her?
Where is he?

He must have left.

He was waiting all morning.
He's the killer.

From what I've seen,

I'd say he was strangled,
between 7 and 8 a.m.

But hopefully
the autopsy will tell me more.

Thanks, Doc.
I'll send it when it's all ready.

I look forward to it. Good-bye.

-Good-bye.
-Bye, doctor.

Well, Jackson isn't wasting any time.
He's got a lot in him.

He's a ventriloquist.

Oh, that's good, Lamy,
even by your standards.

But I'd like to know
why you're still not sure.

Jackson escapes,
and within three hours,

Delmas, the witness,
gets taken care of,

and without kidgloves.

That's the biggest surprise:
Jackson wasn't wearing gloves.

Was that another joke, Lamy?

No, Captain,
I mean, Jackson's a smart guy.

If he'd killed Delmas,

he wouldn't
have left his fingerprints

on the front door, the bedstead
of an address book.

So you'd be more likely
to think that he was guilty

if we hadn't found his prints.

Yes?

-It's for you. Inspector Ménard.
-Good.

Yes? Yes, it's me. Of course.

What?

Stay put, we're on our way.

Do you know Françoise Lacroix?

She was shot, in her own lobby.

So, is that enough to convince you
that this was Jackson?

It was a mistake?

That's what I used to tell my dad,
when I was in short pants.

I said to get Sophie

and catch Jackson,

so we can take him out,
nice and easy.

No, that's too simple.

So now Françoise is injured or dead -
what do I know?

Jackson and Sophie are on the run.
Nice job, gentlemen.

It's lucky
you didn't bungle Delmas too.

I know where to find Sophie.

The Hôtel du Centre, room 37.

-Then why didn't you say so?
-Françoise said it, then she fainted.

Great.
There are eleven Hôtels du Centre.

Sophie?

There's no Sophie here.

My name is Yvette.

Hey!

Not so fast.

I don't bite.

Sorry,
but I have something important to do.

Hey.

If you have a moment to spare later,
then give me a knock.

I'll do whatever I can
to free myself up.

Good-bye.

Ciao.

There is no room 37.

See for yourself.

There are only 30 numbers.

And notice
that there's no room 13 either.

Some customers are superstitious...

How do you like that?

I mean, how do you like that?

Yes, how do you like it?

How do you like that?

This isn't the Bastille Day parade!

We're looking for a kid named Sophie.

What is this, a game? A TV show?

Do you know her?

Balls to Sophie!

OK, I'm coming.

Yes?

Two coffees and a tea?

Full?

Yes, right away.

Who's there?

Who's there? Mom told me not to open.

It's me, Sophie. Open up.

You're not a lady.

Sophie, listen to me.

-Sophie?
-Yes?

-Do you have a doll?
-Yes.

-What's her name?
-She doesn't have one.

She doesn't have one.

But she talks, you know?

-Yes, she says, "Mommy."
-I know she does.

But she can say a lot more than that.
Give her to me. You'll see.

-Will you make her talk?
-Of course, give her to me.

Now then...

what do we say to Sophie?

Hello, Sophie.

She said, "Hello, Sophie."

Wait, listen.

Will you play with me?

I can't, I'm waiting for my mom.

And I'm really hungry.

Let's eat, then we'll see your mom.

But my doll needs to go to sleep.

Take your coat, it's cold.

Hurry up.

Which floor is number 37 on?

First floor, but the lady's not back.

We know that.

-We're here for the kid.
-OK, first floor, on the right.

There's no-one.

Where's the kid?
Did someone go in before us?

No-one.

-Where's the kid?
-I don't know where she is.

Is anyone at your place?

No, I'm on my own.

Help!

Stop!

They're crazy.

You're crazy!

Taxi!

My doll! I want my doll!

You should have stayed
in your nice comfy jail, Jackson.

Move it.

Are we going far?

Is yours the next stop?

You never know.

Slow down, you fool.

We don't want to get caught now.

What did the kid do to you?

That's Simon's business.
You can ask him yourself.

Simon wants to handle it himself.
That says a lot.

He thinks he's pretty tough.
What's he got, a secret weapon?

Be serious.

And the kid. Does she...

That's enough.

No one asked you.

Pass the kid.

What's the holdup?

It won't start.

Get this car moving.

Thanks for the ride, guys.
Come on, Sophie.

Where do you think you're going?
I'm not going to push your car.

-I'm still hungry.
-OK, we'll find a restaurant.

-There's nowhere to sit.
-Yes, there is!

-But the place is no good.
-Yes, it is.

Isn't it nicer like this,
eating outdoors?

It's rude
to speak with your mouth full.

Did your mom tell you that?
Do you always do what your mom says?

Yes.

Then you're going to tell me
what you know.

She said you should.

Not to me.

OK, listen...

This thing you know...
Is it something you were told?

No.

Is it something you heard?

No.

Is it something you saw?

You guessed right.

But I can't tell you what.
Mom said that I couldn't.

All right, don't tell me.
Just tell me if I'm getting warm.

Do you mind if I sit next to you?

No, on the contrary.

Is that your lovely girl?

Yes.

She's adorable. She looks like you.

That's nice of you.

Everyone says so, but I don't see it.

It's so obvious.

They're so cute, at that age.

They're not bad at your age, either.

Don't mention my age.
I'd be marrying late already.

You're so attentive.

Are you a widower?

Or divorced, maybe?

I got engaged thirty seconds ago,
to you.

Watch your girl.
The grass is off-limits.

Understood, officer.

I'll give you a call. Good-bye.

Bang! Bang!

Don't be scared, darling.

You saw something like that, right?

But those gentlemen weren't playing.

You didn't answer me, Sophie.

Will you buy me that big bunny?

Yes, if you tell me what you saw.

If you're very good.

OK.

I'll make a note.

Are you interested
in the 198th report?

Go ahead.

He was seen with a six-year-old kid
and a big stuffed bunny.

Why not a herd of pink elephants?

-Are you're going already?
-Are you disappointed?

You never sleep the night.

You just spend all time
at Les Halles and your club.

You know
what surprises me most about you?

Tell me.

You import citrus fruits...

and you run a regular gambling ring.

I always play an open hand.

But what's this all about?

I don't know.

But you don't have an honest trader's
character or temperament.

It was your mystery that I liked
at first.

Sorry to disappoint,

but nothing's less mysterious
than Robert Simon.

-Will you be at the club tonight?
-I don't know.

I'd enjoy it more if it weren't so...

Regular.

Right.

I think I'd end up
losing the shirt off my back.

No one would complain.

-Hello, Popol.
-Hello, Mr. Vadim.

Don't mind me.

Roger!

Roger?

It's me again, Popol. Don't mind me.

OK.

Let's take this off.

-Why are you looking at me?
-Don't you want me to?

No.

Then turn around.

I'm not looking.

There we go.

Come on.

Let's get your shoes off.

There we go.

And then like that...

Now you're going to sleep.

I wasn't thinking about you
when I was in jail.

Go to sleep, Sophie.

Go to sleep now Sophie.

OK, now, what's the matter?

You've been so good all day
and now you're crying.

My little bunny.

Come on.

Don't move.

I have a date
beneath the white moon today,

Amid the sweet smell of Sunday,
at midnight,

A crazy dream
of a pretty face, coming my way,

To snuggle up quietly in my arms,

To me,
she's the most beautiful girl,

of the moment,

That's why
she's dressed up like spring,

and 20 years old,

And I wait for her,
burning with impatience,

I see the time, ticking away,

It's... midnight already.

Ouch!

Well now...

Here's my friend Cookie.

What are you doing here?

I have a date beneath the white moon.

With whom?

Amid the sweet smell of Sunday...

A mouse

A crazy dream of a pretty face...

in satin.

And who'll come to settle me down,
so sweetly?

A rabbit.

To us,
she's the most beautiful girl...

Of the moment.

That's why
she's dressed up like spring...

and 5 years old.

And I wait for here,
burning with impatience,

I see the time, ticking away...

It's time...

to go to bed.

Oh yes, oh yes, it's midnight.

Oh yes, oh yes.

Good night, Sophie.

Oh yes, oh yes.

Good night, Sophie.

And now it's time for bed.

Yes.

Are you leaving?

No, I'm staying.

There's twenty thousand to win.
Place your bets.

That's with the table, tell him.

Five thousand.

Same, 5,000.

-That's it.
-Twelve thousand.

Ten thousand.
We have nothing to lose.

Now we're talking.

Ten thousand is the new price.

That's what's to win.

That makes 39,000.
Gentlemen, place your bets.

So, there's 10,000.

Place your bets.

That won't do.

No more bets.

Sir.

Does this belong to you?

Everything's perfectly in order.

Mr. Simon,
I'm only interested in Jackson.

Jackson?

-You don't think he...
-No.

The last two victims worked for you.

We have to search everywhere.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Just a moment.

Are you sure you don't know anything
about what Jackson's been doing?

We'd like the series to stop
at a murder and an attempted murder.

Even if Jackson didn't do it.

Aren't you sure it was Jackson?

The girl was never sure
that it was Jackson.

If he ever shows up around here,
call me, OK?

I don't want to be next on his list,
Captain.

Good-bye, gentlemen.

Good-bye, Simon.

This Jackson is quite a guy.

The police haven't caught him
in 48 hours now.

Impressive.

They'll get him.

Well they haven't got him yet.

Are you coming home?

No, I need to keep an eye
on table three. It's big.

-Then I'll go to Les Halles.
-OK.

-Were you waiting for me?
-Let's say I was expecting you.

You've really set my heart racing.

Do you like it?

See for yourself.

Can you feel it?

Yes, very well.

Why didn't you say anything?

I don't know.

Maybe I was won over
by your audacity.

And you're not scared
of Jackson the Ripper?

I've never believed in him.

What if I suddenly lunged
at your throat?

What if I suddenly lunged
at your neck?

That's a strange way to court men.

Only the ones
that jump over prison walls.

And what's your name?

Margaret.

That's pretty.

I knew a Margaret,
but she lives in London.

And where you do you live?

The Boulogne Residence,
14th floor, on the left.

-Is that Simon's place?
-Yes.

But I'm always alone
until eight in the morning.

Shall we go for a drink?

No, I'm not feeling too good.

That's a shame.

I would've thought the opposite.

And I'm thinking
I have an important appointment

on Place Vauban,
behind Les Invalides.

Do you know the way?

-Yes, sir.
-Very good, ma'am.

Don't worry.

I'll pay for the damage.

I'm used to paying. Even for others.

What are you doing here?

I'm drinking to your health,
Inspector.

Excuse me for helping myself,
without your permission.

And I found this little toy.
Aren't you required to carry it?

Mind you, I prefer it like this.

If I'd have to lie in wait
and then disarm you...

I can't stand violence.

How nice.

You were expecting my visit.

I know you were bold,
but this takes the biscuit.

Why?
I know you don't believe I'm guilty.

That's what you say.

No, it's what you said earlier,
in Simon's office.

No.

Yes.

In the bathroom.

And you're addressing me formally.

Officers always get familiar
when they think someone's guilty.

That's one way to see it.

So do you feel like adding an officer
to your list of conquests?

Well, if someone kills you,
after I leave,

I'd rather
it wasn't pinned on me again.

You mean like Delmas?

Like Delmas, like Françoise Lacroix,
like Granier last year.

Then who do you think it was?

The man who organized everything.

Including the fake witnesses.

Simon. Robert Simon.

Did Delmas tell you that?

Yes.

Nonsense.

Granier lost big to Simon.

No one kills the golden goose.

Granier imported drugs.

Drugs? So what?

What if I could prove
that Simon sells it to his clientele?

Do you know how he does that?

I certainly do.

Can we know?

Yes, later, when we're on
the same side of the barricade.

So, Simon sells drugs.

I can believe that.

But we still need to prove
that Granier was his supplier.

The best way to connect the two men
and establish Simon's motive

would be to find
where Granier's unrefined opium

was turned into heroin
for Simon's clientele.

It'd be better to answer, Inspector.

No funny stuff, OK?

Yes?

What?

Jackson?

Charenton? Why not La Santé?

Jackson can't be at Charenton.

Menard?

Yes?

Hello, Lamy?

Lamy, answer me.

Jackson...

Lamy, what's wrong?

Jackson can't be at Charenton.
Good-bye.

I'll be the one
that ends up in Charenton.

Thank you, Inspector.

Do I keep my artillery

or do I have your word
that you'll let me go?

You won't be running
for much longer anyway, Jackson.

You can leave.

Jackson?

I'm listening, Inspector.

What would you have done

if I'd said, "Jackson's right here.
Come quickly."

I'd have got going,
before the backup came.

And if I took this gun and said,

"Don't move, Jackson.
You're under arrest."?

I'd believe you're a man of your word
and I'd leave anyway.

You forgot,

in my early days, at the music hall,

I did sleight of hand.

Françoise is in hospital,
being questioned.

She'll either talk or she won't,

so there's a risk
and I prefer taking risks myself.

Buy some flowers
and put a basket of fruit together.

Take the 403

and get to the hospital at 11 a.m.,
after the treatments,

with Gilles and Jean.

Wait outside the hospital,
with the Chevy.

Cover their exit, if need be.

Take Jules with you.

And be smarter with Françoise
than you were with Jackson.

No gunshots.
And above all no witnesses.

If possible...

With your hands.

Cookie, why aren't you talking to me?

Won't you talk to me?

Talk to me or I'll pull your ears.

Ouch! Don't hurt me. I love you.

Mister... wake up.

What is it?

Cookie spoke to me.

He spoke to you?

What did he say?

"I love you."

I'm not surprised,
the youth of today...

Cookie? Did you say that?

Yes, but she wanted to pull my ears.

That's not true, is it?

No.

Get dressed, quickly.

What about you, the young lover?
You take after your father.

Turn around.

When will we get to see mom?

Soon, darling.

NO DOGS

FRANÇOISE LACROIX
IN SAINT-AMBROISE HOSPITAL

So Jackson didn't shoot you?

No...

Are you sure it wasn't Jackson?

If it wasn't Jackson,
do you know who attacked you?

Jackson was there, after all.

No...

What do you think?

As I said, Captain,

they were trying to shoot him,
not her.

So then she's lying?
Ten witnesses identified Jackson.

Nice teddy bear.

It's not a teddy bear, it's a rabbit.

-Are you here to see someone?
-Her mother.

She had an accident.

What floor would that be?

Fifth. Ask the duty nurse.

Good-bye, bunny.

I'm not the bunny. He is.

MEDICAL STAFF LOCKER ROOM

-You know where we are.
-Yes, Captain.

-Don't let anyone in.
-Got it, Captain.

Fifth floor. Ask for the duty nurse.

Why would he have attacked her?

She testified against him,
so he killed her.

Delmas, then Françoise.

What's stopping her
from speaking up now?

Fear, my old friend. Fear.

She's scared
he might come to get her here.

I know he's bold, but still...

Hello, Doctor.

Gentlemen?
Are you looking for someone?

May I help you?

Shh! Come this way.

Mom, his name is Cookie.

He talks, he sings,
he can do everything.

Can he?

Can I put him to bed?

Yes, my darling.

Thank you. Keep her safe.

Don't try to talk, Françoise.

Just tell me if I'm wrong.

He took your child
to make you testify against me.

Right?

Yes.

And the clothes with the money,
in the cloakroom.

Were you were supposed to hang them,
by Simon's basin?

Yes, I think everything comes
from Les Halles,

from the ripening room.

Thank you, Françoise.
And now, you must...

Don't turn around, they're here.

Stay calm.

Go in front.

Go on.

That's him,
the ventriloquist, the murderer!

What's gotten into you?

Start the engine.

OK, I will.

Hello, concierge?

Hello?

Hello?

Turn around.

At this speed?

Turn around.

OK, I will.

-If he thinks he can lose me...
-How's the gas?

We can play this little game
for 120 miles.

Just go round.

For how long?

Until further notice.

OK, I will.

I feel sick.

I still feel sick.

Take the turn.

Which one?

Whichever you like.

Faster, darn it, faster.

I'm already flat out, Mr. Jackson.

You know who I am?

Of course.

I saw you perform six times
and every time it was great.

So?

So, we'll lose them
and then we'll see.

I knew you weren't armed.

Tell me the truth, Mr. Jackson,
did you do that stuff or not?

What do you think?

Do you mind if I speak informally?

You look like too nice a guy.

-Didn't you see the papers?
-Oh, you know, me and the papers...

Go left.

We just can't shake them.

It's OK, I have another idea.

You know somewhere
where I can leave...

There is somewhere.
A boarding school, run by sisters.

Sisters?

You know - nuns.

It's called the Home of Childhood.

What are we waiting for?

We're on our way.

Thanks again.

He took the kid to the nuns.

She's my niece
and her mom is in hospital, so...

-Nothing serious, I hope.
-No, just a minor accident.

And I have
some business to attend to.

I understand.

-Pick her up tonight.
-Yes.

Why here?

Take good care of Cookie.
Make sure he behaves himself.

Sister Agnes?

Take Sophie to see her friends.

-Yes.
-They're not my friends.

You'll see.

That's enough. See you later.

I saw that you have a service exit.
I don't want her to see me go.

Yes, I understand.
It's this way, sir.

Down there, to the left.

-We won't get her back now.
-Couldn't we...

Don't be daft.
What, storm the convent?

-What do we do?
-We wait for Jackson.

That'll be one good job done.

Let me go! Let me go!

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll be right there.

They've got the kid.

What the hell is he doing?

He should be here.

Take the kid to the basement.

Where's Sophie?

-Huh?
-In the basement.

Let it rip.

I said, let it rip.

Hurry up.

Two shots for nothing.

Watch out for the third one.

You're looking the wrong way.

Cookie, I want my Cookie!

Don't shoot.

Like I'd hold back now.

So you're done shooting?

There once was a little ship,

There once was a little ship,

That had never, ever set sail,

That had never, every set sail,

Paul!

Jules!

Paul!

Jules!

Open up, what's happening?

-Are you sure Jackson went down?
-He went down all right.

I wish you'd taken him down.

Jackson?

Jackson! Jackson!

Don't lose that note.

Jackson?

Jackson!

Hey, Jackson!

Jackson!

He's barricading himself in.

What do we do?

Jackson, listen to me.

I'm listening.

We can get along.

Keep talking, buddy.

Shoot the lock out.

He found it.

This is a nice place you've got.
So practical.

Go on.

Is this where you turn opium
into heroin?

-So, do we chase him?
-Through Les Halles? Are you crazy?

Mr. Simon...

Mr. Simon, Jules isn't dead.
Should we take him?

No, we don't have time.
Be at my place, in half an hour.

The bastards.
I'll get them back for this.

Hello.

Well, you're feeling friendly today.

What is it?

It's me.

For once I'm doing society a favor.

My name's Jacqueline.

We haven't met,
but ask the boys in the vice squad.

Jacqueline. That's me.

What have you done?

I found her in the street, crying.

I asked, "What's wrong, darling?"

Then she said...
What did you say, darling?

I want to see Inspector Lamy.

Right.

The inspector? I'm Inspector Lamy.

Jackson told me to give you this.

You've got fifteen minutes
to pack your bags.

So, you're leaving, darling.

I thought
you liked my mysteriousness.

A man on the run isn't mysterious.

He's a fugitive.

Meaning?

Meaning you're not a man, darling.

I thought you were, but I was wrong.

I'm sorry not to have knocked,
but the girl's right.

You're no man.

You like that, huh?
Picking on women.

Women and little girls.

That's a fine implement.

Between the eyes, maybe?

A few fencing moves.

It'd make a change from your leeks.

Don't be scared.

You know I'm not a murderer.

Jackson...

You've done enough talking.

No, listen...

Listen, Jackson,
we had nothing against you...

No kidding. It didn't feel like that.

You don't understand.
We needed a fall guy for Granier.

-It just happened to be you!
-And now it happens to be you.

Wait, we can come to an agreement.
I have money.

-I need to bank it.
-Bank this!

Jackson, I can get you out.
I know people.

I can get you out.
Listen to me, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I have connections.

I wonder what you saw in him.

So do I.

Watch out, Jackson!

Jackson.

You're such a great guy.

Please, you'll make me blush.

The first time
that I saw you at the music hall...

I already liked your act.

I'd never have thought
of taking revenge this far.

Too bad.

Hands off, Jackson.

You're doing a great job there.

You're talented.

I didn't know
you were a ventriloquist.

Hands up, Jackson.

You should make up your mind.

You just can't stop yourself.
You have to stick your nose in.

You have to admit, I'm right to.

Police, hands up!

Your ventriloquist act won't work.

-Too bad.
-Police!

Once is enough.

Take them in.

Don't forget their boss.

I'm sorry,
but I still need you, Jackson.

You're still a wanted man.

Get dressed.
You can stand as a witness.

I said everything you told me.

You were fantastic.

They don't want to kill us anymore?

No, no, your troubles are over,
Sophie.

What about you, Cookie?
The cat got your tongue?

No, but you know me.
I hate sentimental good-byes.

I'm counting on you
to look after this little girl.

You're a man, right?

Yes, I'm a man.

And you'll see, I'll look after her.

Come on, give me a kiss.

Are you not going to say good-bye,
Cookie?

-Oh, yes.
-Will you give me a kiss me?

Good-bye, bunnies.

Oh my! He's getting away!

This way, everyone.

THE END

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