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COMMISSIONER BERTRAND SAVAGELY SHOT
ON THE GRANDE CORNICHE

Lights off, please!

Well, here we are.

If you guys want to know the time,
it's ten to.

Your money.

The wallet.

Your boots.

Those are cool boots.

Give us that nice jacket too.

Hurry up, we have other people to see.

What's all this?

Shit!

Hey, guys!

We should never have to use these things,

especially when there must be
other ways of getting what we want.

By asking, for instance.

Gentlemen, could you take off your pants?

I said, take off your pants.

I'd like to see
what you're wearing underneath.

I hear silk is in fashion.

Servant, tell your boss
Antonio Cerutti is here.

-We can't have visitors.
-Really?

Is anyone home?

Are you crazy or what?

I'm here about the night
of the 12th to the 13th.

I'm here about the night
of the 12th to the 13th.

Tell me about Commissioner Bertrand.

My husband is dead.

May I ask how?

On an official assignment.

Who assigned him?

His body was found

on the Grande Corniche.
He was murdered by thugs.

You're confused by grief.

The frisky cop was first seen
at the Printania Hotel with a hooker.

How dare you!

My name is Antonio Cerutti.

The hooker was my little sister.

It's a family affair, dear lady.

I don't understand.

It's quite obvious.

Isn't it?

Camille, take care of this man.

Wouldn't you agree
your methods are slightly improper?

These are hard times, Camille.

They're hard for everyone.

All the more reason
to help each other out, Camille.

I find you quite friendly,
I'll tell you everything.

I just spent 18 months in jail in Canada.

I was counting on my little Rita
to help me get back on my feet,

and what do I learn?

Do you understand, Camille?

I'm trying to.

I don't see how the death
of Commissioner Bertrand,

a high official…

How much might
a not-so-high official earn?

I'm asking because of all this.
I like it a lot.

The place is rented.

Too bad.

We already helped your family a lot,
Mr. Cerutti.

Your mother can attest to that.

If you wanted to make a complaint…

Is it worth it?

Absolutely.

You reassure me.

See, competent people can come
to an understanding.

I'll be back.

Until then, settle our affairs. Got it?

When do you think?

I wouldn't want to rush you,
so let's say tomorrow at 11:30 a.m.

Does Mrs. Cerutti still live here?

Right now, she's drinking up on the roofs,
behind the harbor.

Poor Mother Cerutti, all alone today.

Thank you, sir.

We have children. We give them health.
To your health!

My poor little Rita.

My little angel.
If only you'd known her, sir!

I'm sorry I didn't.

That child was so full of joy!

Poor Clara!

I thought her name was Rita.

No, I'm Clara.

-Pour me another glass.
-Gladly, madam.

My poor little girl.

The sad thing is
she believed anything she was told.

And when Mario came to get her…

Mario? Who's Mario?

Mario, the dancer, that low-life pimp.

He said a big client,

an emir, was waiting for my little girl
at the Printania Motel.

An oil sheik at the Printania?

Of course.

She believed everything Mario told her.

He's a good bullshitter, that one!

He would even tell me I was beautiful.

He's funny, that Mario.

Come on, mister, that's not fair.

Langlois, someone's here.

Hello.

A charming place.

Yes. What do you want?

Come on!

We have a little memory lapse.

The night of the 12th to the 13th,
Mario remembers he brought Rita,

but he forgot everything else.

Have a drink.

A beer.

Mrs. Langlois, two beers.

Did the commissioner get here
after the girl?

Which girl?
Which commissioner? What's all this?

Commissioner Bertrand.

We can't be thinking of the same man.

The one I'm talking about
was gunned down by thugs.

He was found on the Grande Corniche.

The beer is 12 francs. We're closing.

It's warm.

Mrs. Langlois, two beers from the fridge.
The customer is always right.

We went to a burial.

What happened after…

No, tell me what happened before.

Mario showed up around 10:00?

Well, I'd say 10:00

or 10:05.

And then?

Then?

I gave the girl the key to room seven.

A car showed up right away, so I said,
"Mrs. Langlois, we have to close."

It's true.

That's when we heard gunshots.

You can imagine,
my wife and I, we ran over.

We opened the door to room seven

-and saw a pool of blood.
-What did you do?

Me? Nothing. Mario called the cops.

Yes, the cops.

The Vice squad.
Can you imagine the scandal otherwise?

Did they show up quickly?

We didn't time them.

Let's do a reenactment,

and this time,
we'll watch the clock carefully.

Very well.

I'll shoot this fellow and his sweetheart,

and before I get angry,

you'll run to room seven.

As soon as you get there,
you'll call your pals from Vice.

Right?

And we'll time them.

Marcel, tell him!

That night, they were fast.

Five, six minutes?

About that.

Not two or three minutes?

Maybe.

They weren't already here?

Yes, they might have been.

-Do you remember their names?
-No.

I know what you don't want:

for me to kill your man.

But you don't care about this other guy.

It was…

It was police officers Massard and Rey.

The one with the glasses is Rey.

Rey is the dangerous one.

Rey is also the dumb one.

The other man is Massard.

LE PYLONE CAMP
TOURIST CAMP

PRIVATE PROPERTY
IDENTITY CHECK

-Get a load of this car!
-Meh!

-It's not half bad!
-Oh, the car!

What kind of car is it?

Did you see? Look.

Isn't it nice?

I'd love one.

Hey, it's the man with the car!

Oh wow, so dapper!

"Musard," fine,

"Théodore Musard," fine,

but why the Auvergnat?

Because he was just a man.

He likes money.

But Théodore Musard
doesn't need it anymore.

He's swimming in cash these days.

Roulette, baccarat, blackjack,

Trente et Quarante.

Anything that falls onto a green mat
bounces into his pocket.

He makes money off any game
from Marseille to Menton,

including petanque.

Get naked.

What?

Get naked, I said.

Fine. I'll get naked.

Get out. You need to make a phone call.

Are you crazy?

Yes.

Right. I'll make a phone call.

-You don't ask to whom?
-No.

What about my car?

-Do you need it to make a call?
-Not at all.

Go on, then.

Who's this goddamn jerk?

CAP D'ANTIBES

CABARET - GAMBLING
EVENING DRESS REQUIRED

Number three.

Twenty francs. One second. Excuse me.

From six to three.

Three. No more bets.

Yes, it's over.

Eighteen. Red, even and low.

Split and street.

-Good evening, sir.
-Good evening.

-Is Mr. Théodore Musard here?
-I don't know.

The boss comes around 10:00.
He shouldn't be long.

-Here you go, sir.
-Very well.

Thank you.

MR. MUSARD
PRIVATE

Go find me some pants, you dumbasses!

DO NOT DISTURB

The first four. No more bets.

Four by 100. Four by 100 francs.

It's over, please.

Four black,

even and low. Six first street.

One hundred francs, odd.

-For the staff.
-Thank you.

For the staff.

Five and split by 100 francs.

Zero.

-Fifty on odd.
-Your bets, gentlemen.

The lights!

It's nothing, don't panic.

There was an explosion.
There's no more danger.

Calmly make your way to the exit.

Careful.

Let us through please.

Having trouble?

A flat.

Is it a real one?

No.

I see.

I didn't try to fix it.
I don't know how to anyway.

I know my limitations.

What a night!

I was at the casino
to present some award to I don't know who.

Well, dear sir, there was an attack.

You don't say!

Yes. A bomb, apparently.

Can you imagine?

I can imagine anything
with this rampant violence.

-There's no risk anymore. Good evening.
-Good evening.

Good evening, Mr. Musard.

Go on, unroll it.

If it was Achille playing games,

I want him naked, tied to a palm tree

on the Promenade des Anglais
within 48 hours.

We haven't assessed the damage yet.

Money isn't the issue.

You're very skilled.

Yes, I practice day and night.

How about a cold drink
in a pleasant setting?

Assuming your terrorists
didn't blow everything up.

If we're going to have champagne,
I have a fine one at home.

As to whether you'll find
the setting pleasant…

We'll see.

-May I?
-Yes.

You're leaving your car here?

It's not mine.

But…

I told you, it's not my car.

I thought I'd never know
the French Riviera

old English people talk about.

Well, here you are, my friend.

When my grandfather hung up this painting,
my grandmother nearly left him.

When he hung up that one,

she did leave.

I wish I knew how to paint.

With a gun?

You're quite brave.
You meet some guy on the road,

you invite him back
to your big empty house.

I didn't meet some guy,

I met a charming man
who helped me change a tire.

If I worried about getting raped
on top of the piano,

I'd never meet anyone.

Plus, the house isn't empty.
I have a chauffeur, a maid,

a cook and a dog.

But you're right. I am quite alone.

He's not…

He is

a friend.

Loyal, considerate, charming.

-He was minister of…
-Everything.

President of many things,
even the board, at one time.

Today, he's a senator
on the Committee of Wise Men,

rapporteur
to the International Monetary Fund.

I wonder if it's a game he's playing.

And you, dear sir,

when you're not leading drivers astray,

what is your game?

Cops and robbers.

I play for both teams, half and half.

Wait. It'll come back to me.

You took an affected tone
to say some home truths like,

"I love beauty.

By losing faith,
man lost his sense of wonder."

It was as if we were on TV.

You have a good memory.

No, I can't remember where I saw you.

On TV, precisely.

I'm a novelist, don't you know.

Edmonde Puget-Rostand. Have you read me?

Not a chance. I only read comics.

I know you wrote some nice things
about loneliness.

Loneliness and aging.

In short, everything you don't know.

Because paradoxically,
when it comes to love,

you say a lot of nonsense!

"Two municipal police officers
rescued the unfortunate Théodore Musard

from the phone booth where he was trapped.

Early in the morning,
it was the national police who discovered

the same Théodore Musard's car

completely burned up
by the side of the road."

May I?

"Combined with the bombing
at the Tivoli casino,

there is reason to suspect someone
has a bone to pick with Mr. Musard."

But who?

He has no known enemies.

"Are we on the verge of a new gang war?

'Yes,' says Lead Commissioner Grimaud."

Where will the free market take us?

A croissant already costs
1.30 F these days.

Don't you think it's excessive?

1.30 F.

If we stop eating croissants,

we'll eat rusks instead.
We'll have to be reasonable.

Last night's events are
what I find troubling.

Funny, that.

I would understand
if the Auvergnat complained.

But what's anyone done to you?

Nothing.

But I'm sure
the Auvergnat can't help but think

my Corsicans had something to do
with the explosion at the casino.

They weren't involved?

You have my word.

What good would a war do us?

The Auvergnat handles gambling.

We handle other things.

We'll coexist as long as
the agreements hold.

The agreements?

We had a deal. You know it.

Your dirty affairs are
none of my business, Achille.

Is keeping the city in order
your business?

What about order, Lead Commissioner?

Théo, you know the Corsicans
blow up your Marseillais,

and after a while
your Marseillais beat up the Corsicans.

We can't exactly call that disorder.

We could lock up
one of Achille's lieutenants,

split hairs about the charges,

pull a few witnesses out of a hat,

maybe a Corsican who stole your car.

Ah yes, that would be nice.

In exchange,
you might help me find a new brothel

or dope stashed in Achille's closet.

Yes.

But you see,
that would be the start of what we call

a historical compromise.

It's not my type.

My type is the law.

Isn't it yours?

Of course.

I knew it.

It's better if we each stay in our place.

I wait, you stir things up.

The first one with news phones the other.

I think your cab is here.

I have my old maid habits.
From 9:00 to 1:00, I write.

Balzac and Zola also wrote in the morning.

But they slept at night.
Edmonde, you're in admirable health.

Goodbye, miss!

To Le Pylone camping, my friend.

-What do I owe you?
-Seventy-five F.

Can you give me a receipt

for my expenses?

It's Mr. Cerutti. Will you see him?

That's what we're here for.

But he must come in
through the door this time.

Please, my dear, stay calm and dignified.

We'll do the rest.

Have you settled our affairs?
Assessed my needs?

I'll be honest, if we could finish today…

We'll finish right away.

Mr. Volfoni took care of me
after my husband's death.

He also took care of Mom
after my little sister died.

Achille, that good pal
with a chrysanthemum between his teeth.

Cerutti.

Antonio Giuseppe Cerutti.

Born in 1936 in Reggio di Calabria.

Jailed for 12 months
at the Montcalm penitentiary

for a hold up.

Eighteen months.

Eighteen, indeed.

You did your time.
Why don't you go back to Canada?

I hear it's nice.

It's nice, but the winters are too long.

We can take care of the paperwork
and send you somewhere tropical.

The only paper I'm interested in

is printed by the state

and has Blaise's head in the corner.

I'll leave once I've been compensated.

You'll need to cough up the cash,
my friend.

I truly wanted to avoid this situation,
yet here we are.

Aren't you trying to blackmail me?

Me? Come on…

Mr. Cerutti, I pay my taxes.
I have a legitimate business.

I'm an ordinary citizen.

I've been forced
to request police protection.

Inspectors Rey and Massard, I presume?

Rey and Massard, indeed.

Conditional threats,

attempted extortion…

We'll have to ask you
to come with us, Mr. Cerutti.

The state pays them monthly.

And you too?

Cerutti, you're done. You need to talk.

Confess you killed Mario.

What's the point of being stubborn?

What's the point?

-Maillard!
-Yes.

-Has he confessed?
-Not yet.

Send him downstairs.

Wait.

Do you want me to interrogate him?

No. Write a report saying
he was caught in the act.

That will do.

Your turn is coming, madam.

Dad!

It's prohibited, miss.
Don't go any further.

Are you trying to frame me?
I don't want trouble with a minor.

But Dad!

That's enough. Come over here.

I'd like to understand.

Me too, Dad.

Weren't you in England?

Weren't you a cop?

Say it louder, would you?

-Why are you in jail?
-I'm writing my memoirs.

Did they beat you?

I didn't sent you to Brentford High School
to learn subversive ideas.

Why did you run away?

I was nostalgic.

For the Eiffel Tower?

I missed you.

Come on, Cerutti, it's time.

Cerutti?

Jack the Ripper was named Murdoch,
Pierrot le Fou, Loutrel.

All murderers have a fake name
to spare their family.

I'm worried about you.

I paid for a holiday
with the loveliest grass,

the changing of the guard, cricket,
everything, and you escaped.

As a dad, what bitterness!

But as a prisoner, what inspiration!

Go there and wait for me.

"Edmonde, 61 38 93."
What if it takes you 15 years?

And why not with my head under my arm?

Cerutti, come on.

Leave us.

You were sent from Paris to investigate
Commissioner Bertrand's death.

You call this "an administrative inquiry."

Fine, but allow me to say, Stanislas,

that the administration has changed
quite a lot.

You can say that again!

Commissioner Bertrand, rotten to the core,
was killed by Rey and Massard,

also rotten to the core
and also bribed by Achille,

who is not part of the administration.

Rey and Massard are my business.

Early retirement, holidays in the sun.

They can afford it, believe me.

And Achille?

-I'm powerless against him.
-Not at all.

Legally, we can't do anything.

There are lawyers,
tax advisors, political contacts…

Contacts aren't bulletproof vests.

Well, then!

Do you know who you remind me of
with your methods?

He gave fair warning.

He shot in the air first
and never had time to shoot again.

I don't shoot in the air.

I don't want my name on a marble plaque.

Oh, we're not asking for so much.

What's going on?

We arrest them,
lock them up, find them guilty.

Five years later, they're out.

You know we've been arresting
the same guys for 15 years.

Only the small fry. The big fish are
practically giving us orders.

My dear commissioner,

there's a worm in the fruit.

Treating the fruit can take a long time.

I'm going to kill the worm.

Are you with me?

Up to a point, Commissioner Borovitz.

Pretty far.

Why were you lying down
when the police showed up?

It was too late to run away.

Their arrival took you by surprise?

Yes, Prosecutor.

It doesn't make any sense.

You'll need to show us
how it really happened.

Yes, Prosecutor.

Just a minute. Let me put this away.

So I had an appointment with the dead man.

It was supposed to happen here.

No, there. Do you see?

Right here.

I was waiting for him, a little impatient…

Can I go?

-Are you ready?
-Yes. Are you?

Do go on.

No regrets?

Let's go!

-Catch him!
-Yes, boss!

Gentlemen, stop!

Give him fair warning!

Cerutti, you're under arrest!

Now he's too far.

I hadn't thought of that.

General alert:
a dangerous criminal has escaped.

He is Antoine Cerutti, 40 years old.

At the time of his escape,
he was wearing blue jeans, running shoes,

a pink shirt
and a light colored leather jacket.

He is armed
with an unloaded Magnum 357 revolver.

STUDENT DRIVER

-Miss.
-Thank you.

Mr. Agostinelli!

Yes!

It's my turn!

Well done,
Mr. Agostinelli. You didn't signal.

You'll never get your license
at this rate.

Using the horn

in the city is prohibited.

You didn't yield. You're going too fast.

That's crazy driving!
They'll let anyone have a license.

Wrong way.

Go on.

There's the police.

You'll lose your license
before you even get one.

-You failed.
-You're harsh!

STOP

I stopped at the sign, see?

My dear friend, you should

create a character like Mr. Borovitz

in your next novel.

Study him with care.

Edmonde says you'll be staying a few days?

Sadly, it's not very likely.

At the start of the night,
who can say how it will end?

I'm always at the mercy of a phone call.

I sleep with my clothes on.

And tonight, where do you sleep?

In the pink room. I had it set up for him.

I'll sleep in the blue room. And you?

If no one finishes the pie, I'd like more.

Help yourself, Charlotte.

This child has been here two days,
and we're very fond of each other already.

When I'm done with politics,

I'll retire to this region,
where I have close friends.

I also feel like strawberries.

I understand.
It's sunny, there's fishing, petanque…

-Dad, I want strawberries.
-Help yourself.

Don't you find all these cravings odd?

Your weekends must feel very short.

-It's normal given my condition.
-Parliament is in recess--

I think Charlotte
just said something interesting.

How does one take on responsibilities
as heavy as yours?

I'm pregnant.

You're allowed to have more strawberries.
Just help yourself and don't make a fuss.

I'm 14 and a half and I'm pregnant.

Do you hear me?

You're 14 and a half and you're pregnant.

That's nice, very nice.

But don't go thinking you're special.

I read in a literary magazine

some Black girls marry
when they're only eight.

It's like Mozart.
A prodigy from the youngest age.

That's right, my God.

Well.

Shall we have coffee in the lounge?

Yes, Uncle Stan is going for a walk.

Yes, Uncle Stan will be back.

Yes, Uncle Stan will bring you
a big treat.

Can Uncle Stan bring chewing gum?

His little Charlotte has a craving.

Will the gentleman buy us a drink?

You can't be serious, at this hour.

You should already be home.

I'm sure you all have a parent,
a family or a fiancé waiting for you.

Daddy Langlois is about to fall asleep.

Mommy wants to go to bed.

Not at all. It's still early.

I'm telling you. Go on.

Good night, ladies.

I won't drive you home.
I'm sure you have a car.

Tell Mr. Achille they're lovely.

Truly delightful!

So? What do we do?

-What is it?
-I couldn't find holy water.

So I got regular gas.

Do you know how much it costs?

Nearly three francs.

Mind you, an exorcist and some candles
wouldn't be cheap either.

An exorcist? But why, Mr. Cerutti?

To drive away the devil.

My little sister came here
and ended up in heaven.

Same as Commissioner Bertrand,

same as that poor Mario.

So I figure this is not a good place.

I'm even worried about you.

It's not healthy.

I'm only the manager.

Good. It's not a family property then.

If Mrs. Langlois was born here,
I would understand.

I would figure it was sentimental.

Would you like a beer?

No, Mrs. Langlois,

I won't have time.

May I?

Hello? Mr. Musard?

I'm ready to light it all up.

But what about those two fools?
Should we burn them?

Honestly, that's a relief.

Good news. You won't burn.

The Auvergnat is kind, very kind.

Right. That was nice,
but when it's time to go,

it's time to go.

Oh, there he is.
There's the nice doggy waiting.

Here, have a treat.

Take this. Enough now.

Enough. Let's not overdo it, big boy.

I got you chewing gum in every color.

But I'm warning you,
it'll give your aerophagia.

You'll get huge, and if you drool too…

What's going on?
We can hear the dog, voices…

I went out to destress a little.

I have to say
the situation shocks and saddens me.

Someone will die for this!

You heard him?

You heard him phone the Auvergnat?

As clearly as I hear you, Mr. Achille.

Very well.

I will solve our problem
with Mr. Théodore Musard discreetly,

quietly, without making waves.

But I can do nothing about Cerutti.

He comes, he goes.

A loose cannon, as they say.

And

men who work with gas,

I don't like them.

They're evil.

The doctor who treated Mrs. Langlois
for phlebitis

chatted to us about forest fires.
I forget why.

Really?

This doctor says
arsonists are all embittered,

they're compulsive liars.

This vendetta business could be made up.

The kid sister could be made up too.

So what?

I've heard dumber things
than a made-up sister.

The old lady doesn't have a son?

Rita didn't have a brother then.

If he has no family,
where did he come from?

We have no idea, Achille, none at all.

But we'll find out.

Does it feel funny
to see everyone else leave?

Don't you want to see the Midnight Sun,
the Southern Cross,

-the Tartar Steppe?
-Will you take me?

No. But I can take you out
to dinner tonight

and tell you everything
between the calamari and the sherbet.

Air France flight 165 now arriving

from Tehran at gate number eight.

Did they say Tehran?

Yes. Are you leaving?

No, I'm receiving.

I'll see you tonight by the harbor
at L'Esquinade.

Nine o'clock, table for two.

Look, honey, it's Uncle Michel.
Quick, go see him.

I'm sure you need to pee.
Your little bunny too.

CLOSED FOR REPAIRS

Empty that in the toilet.

I can't.

Sure you can.

Flush.

Do you realize I'm screwed?

That's your problem.

Here's your bunny, my boy.

-The whole background will be turquoise?
-Yes, Mr. Musard.

I think it will look better than before.

There's a silver lining
to this misfortune.

-It's pricey, but it'll be nice.
-Hello?

What is it?

Excuse me.

This man wants to bring back your pants.

That piece of trash. Yes?

I wanted to know how you are.
I hope you didn't catch a cold.

You catch these things through your feet.

-What do you care?
-I don't.

But Achille was worried.

He wants you to know
everything went fine at the airport.

Go on.

-Your travelers got here.
-Go on.

Easy landing, good visibility,
no ground-level wind, perfect conditions.

Later though, things went sideways.

The old man got sick with malaria
or I don't know what and emptied out

the rabbit in the toilet and flushed.

Apart from that, happy?

Your new office is nice.
I like that turquoise.

How do you know?

I had a look
while I wound up my alarm clock.

Your alarm clock?
The kind you only wind up once?

Exactly.

If you need to express your will,
say a prayer

or speak some historic words. Hurry up.

It'll blow up in 15 seconds.

-Everyone out!
-Have you decided on the turquoise?

Hurry!

But… What about the turquoise?

GANG WARFARE
THREE DIE IN A SHOOTOUT

Oh, so sad!

-Coffee with cream, Commissioner?
-Make it a double.

Would you get me a Coca-Cola?

No.

No? Really?

Fine. I'll go.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Hello, Mom? Where am I calling from?
Well, from Nice.

England? As if.

Dad made me come back. He missed me.

He wanted to see me.

He can't live without me.
Possessive as hell.

I can't even go to the movies alone.

Do you want to talk to Mom?

Okay. Love you.

She sends her love.

Did you tell her
she was going to be a grandmother?

-I said that for attention.
-Whose?

Yours. If I don't act out,
you don't notice me.

Not like those women
with their violins and flirting…

Five years ago, you said,
"Let's go to La Baule."

Then you were all over
that crazy old violin player.

Two years ago, "Let's go on a boat."

Well, we did.

We weren't alone on the boat.
What was her name?

Oh! Mrs. What's-her-name?

You completely misread the situation.
A widow!

And now, with her, am I also

-misreading the situation?
-Oh! Mrs. Puget-Rostand,

your mom's friend.

Do you know how long
they've known each other?

In 14 years and 8 months,

I haven't been able
to talk to you for ten minutes

about what I like, what I want, about me.

Right, well, let's talk for ten minutes.

Where are you going?

Charlotte, I said ten minutes as a joke.

I wasn't actually going to time.

-Go to hell!
-I'll bust the door open.

Like last year in La Baule,
when Mom's friend wanted to die.

Charlotte, please.

Are you afraid the old lady will hear you?

She's downstairs. Go join her.
I bet she's drinking red wine.

Don't talk like that.

Mrs. Puget-Rostand is
a charming young woman.

Sober as a judge.

Should we play tennis tomorrow?

Shit!

Edmonde, it's me.

Go to hell!

Now that's truly refined.

Well done. Thank you.

Oh crap!

Wait.

There.

-Police.
-Yes?

-Do you know this man?
-I should think so.

A man in a tuxedo at 10:00 a.m.
with a geranium in his buttonhole

who wants a receipt for his expenses,
that's hard to forget.

Massard, it's your shadow.

Thank you. Yes?

A girl?

Dumbass.

Don't move. I'm on my way.

Yes?

Did Paris send
the information I asked for?

About whom?

The man pretending to be Cerutti.

Come, young man. The answer is on my desk.

In 13 x 18 format, a superb shot.

Commissioner Borovitz, Internal Affairs.

-Shit…
-Look.

He's having a laugh. With reason.

So…

He's eating.

I'll hide, and when he comes out,
I'll shoot him.

I'll wait as long as it takes.

If only you knew what's in store for you.

Listen, nothing can surprise me.

Don't say that.

-Here.
-What's this?

So what?

Superintendent Borovitz, Internal Affairs.

The clean-up specialist.

Superintendent or not,
makes no difference.

Right. I think you're mistaken.

-Do you know his nickname?
-What?

"Mr. Clean." Sound familiar?

No heart, no feelings, unattached.

We're completely helpless.

Call him Cerutti or Borovitz,
he has a daughter.

Would you still say he's unattached?

I'd rather not think about it.

Believe me, fall in Venice is wonderful.

Achille owes it to us.

By the time we come back,
that bastard will be dead.

The way he's going,
he won't last very long.

I might meet you later, Georges.

I have a man to shoot.

One piece of advice: don't miss.

I'll meet you after I park the car.

I'll see you inside.
It might take a while.

Hurry up.

POOL - SAUNA

Let yourself go. Relax.

What's this midnight sun, exactly?

It's a very special thing.

I'm better at explaining it after dinner.
Are you free tonight?

I can cancel.

What are you doing here?

I'm relaxing.
We'll probably have a visitor.

Stop making appointments at my place.

You speak like a man who has no kids.

So, young lady, 9:00 p.m. at L'Esquinade,

table for two. And wear a dress.

They can't shoot me in front of Charlotte.

-I don't want to see it either.
-We'll handle it then.

I'm glad we talked.

Is everything okay for you?

It's perfect. Awesome.

-Not too hot?
-No.

Happy? Just right?

Let me out!

Open up!

It came off just like that.

That's the kind of thing
that made me leave the business.

It just broke. That's how it is.

All good?

-How is it?
-There were drugs in the statue,

but it was talcum powder.
It's complicated.

It's always complicated. How are the cops?

Not quite honest.

Let's hope it gets better.

I'll get a cab.

I'm seeing a masseuse,
pedicurist, hairdresser,

-but we'll have dinner.
-We were going to a restaurant.

He's leaving us my car, at least.

-Yes?
-This is Rey.

Come on up.

-What now?
-It's me, Cerutti.

What do you want?

To warn you.

Grimaud is coming to crucify you,
and Rey is dead.

I doubt it. He's coming up.

He's coming up, but he's dead.

POLICE

Hello, miss?
I want to speak to Mr. Rilson.

Yes, it's very urgent!

So, Achille, where is the body?

In the bedroom,
but I had nothing to do with it.

Yeah, right.

I find Inspector Rey's body in your home.

Don't be surprised that makes you
a murder suspect in my eyes.

You're funny.

Killing a policeman in my home
with no weapon…

Listen to me, Lead Commissioner.

You can search from top to bottom.
You won't find anything.

I want to know
who'll have the balls to arrest me.

I will.

Cerutti? What are you doing with them?

Achille,

meet Commissioner Borovitz.

Now there's a real fucker.

Anything you say will be held against you,
Mr. Volfoni.

A fucker who follows the rules.

-No hard feelings.
-Sorry, Superintendent.

-Glad to see you again.
-Prosecutor.

It was quite the job, the other day.

Achille Volfoni is now in police custody.

I should be able to sign
his committal order within 48 hours.

We have no murder weapon.

Because we haven't looked hard enough.

There's no way
you found a revolver in my home.

I never had one.

I found it in the vase
under your hortensia.

You little bitch.

Guard!

Take me back to my quarters.

I know you didn't kill Rey,

but you had others gunned down.

Add to that racketeering,
the drugs, the hookers.

You've had a prolific career.

The 20 years you'll be in for,
they're kind of an award for your work.

Listen to me, Borovitz.

This was a premature conversation.

It's too early to say which of us
is in a position to tease the other.

I just learned Camille has been killed.

It's a hard blow for Achille.

He's got it all wrong.
He sends the artillery

when he needs diplomats.

Since he killed Rey,
Borovitz has gone into overdrive.

We all risk ending up dead
at each other's house.

I could be lying on your doormat tomorrow.

I would rather not.

That's why I think
it might be time to join forces.

Don't you work for Achille?

With a dead cop on his hands,
Achille is done.

So his hookers, his hotels and all that…

That's right.

I'm not familiar
with that line of business.

You can learn.

Except there's Borovitz.

True.

But what if there weren't?

Rey and Camille already tried.

If I were you,
I'd come up with another idea.

I would find a bargaining chip.

Do you know one?

That's why I'm here.

Mrs. Puget-Rostand please.

Hello, Edmonde?

What if we dined together tonight,
just the two of us?

Right. Well, listen.

Let's say L'Esquinade,
nine o'clock, table for two.

Yes, only two.

What am I planning to do?

I've done what needed to be done:
road blocks, informants, raids…

We searched furnished homes, empty villas,

questioned the sickos.

Do families ever hit you for saying that?

I will never negotiate
with kidnappers, do you hear?

Sometimes it suits you
that I'm honest, and now no.

Too bad.
You're not thinking straight. I get it.

You would do anything
to get Charlotte back.

I'm telling you, I understand.

But you're willing to cross me
the first chance you get.

Yes, but not just you.

The chief of police, the minister,
everyone will get it. You hear?

Anything to help find her.

I can't listen to this nonsense,
Superintendent!

Screw this!

If the kidnappers contact you,
I order you--

Do you know
where you can stuff your orders?

Whatever deal they ask for, we say yes.

They'll want to trade Achille
for Charlotte. That's out of the question.

I've been after Achille for 15 years!

For 15 years,
I've put up with him evading me!

Now I've got him in the hole,
and I swear he'll stay there!

I've had enough crap
to deal with recently.

Yes? Borovitz!

You're very kind, miss. Thank you.

The prosecutor's office, please.

I would like to speak to you.

One second. Can you close the door?

No. Can you get out and close the door?

Prosecutor? Borovitz speaking.

Did you hear the good news?
We found the murder weapon.

I knew it.

He confessed.

Achille won't stop talking.

I'll bring him to your offices.

Can you get him released to me? Thank you.

See you later, Borovitz.

See you later, Prosecutor.

Come in, pal.

I heard about your daughter.

It's a hard blow.

What's the boss doing?
Where do things stand?

We're getting nowhere.

I hear roadblocks are in place.

Do you still believe
in that sort of thing?

Do you have a better idea?

Not yet.

But if I led the investigation,
I'd proceed differently.

-I can leave.
-No.

Edmonde,

no news?

No, I would have called otherwise.
Are you staying in the office?

For a bit longer, yes.

Then I'll go for a massage.

Some old aches and pains have resurfaced.

I don't know when I'll be done.

So what would you do
if you led the investigation?

I'd get results faster
than the commissioner.

We have something in common,
Superintendent.

We don't lose sleep over the rules.

But we don't go around them
with the same goals.

Camille was a killer,
and Rey, a rotten cop.

You weren't here
when Commissioner Bertrand died,

falling on duty. We had to do something.

As for Rey,
believe it or not, he was a great cop.

But some people don't know
where to draw the line.

And some do.

Yep.

Inspector Massard is coming back
into the fold?

I didn't mention sheep.

Right.

But you may need to be docile as a lamb.

What if you gave me a little taste?

If I found the girl,

I'd like to get something more
than joy for doing my duty.

Since it's urgent,
I need to know what you've decided.

The events will decide, not men.

If you get the results you say,

you'll call me Stanislas,
Charlotte will call you "Uncle,"

you'll come up to Paris for birthdays.

We'll be inseparable.

-In the meantime, I won't shoot you.
-Do I have your word?

Forget that mob talk
if you're coming back to the cop side.

Have you seen the time? You're not eating?

Fine. Any progress?

We have a 50 km radius covered.
We're still looking.

Keep it up.

What's going on?

I'm going out on the town.
If you want to come,

the prosecutor authorizes you.

And my lawyer? I want him notified.

He must be
at the prosecutor's office by now.

Oh dear, we're running late.

Let's go if we want to be back
in time to eat.

That's not the right way.

This business doesn't feel legit.

I want to go back to jail!

I didn't know you were
such a homebody, Achille.

He's right.

The monastic life, meditation,
all senses at peace…

Once they get out,
they screw up on purpose

to get a life sentence,
and then they're left alone.

Grimaud? I'm waiting for Borovitz.
What's going on?

What do you mean?

He was supposed
to bring me Achille Volfoni.

-Borovitz?
-Haven't seen him. He left around 6:00.

Hello? Prosecutor?

I got a call on another line.

We're on edge
with this kidnapping business.

About Volfoni, I asked Borovitz
to bring him to you tomorrow.

We have some details to check.

He could have let me know.

The culprit is in front of me.

Maillard forgot to call you.

He's taking the phone
to apologize himself. Goodbye.

Work it out. Find something.

Hello, Prosecutor? I'm truly sorry.

I have nothing to do
with your kid's kidnapping.

I just found out about it.
I didn't know you had a daughter.

You'll have to tell me where she is.

How do you expect me to know?

I don't know. Invent it. Imagine it.
We'll go check where you say.

If no one's there,
we'll check somewhere else.

By the time we come back, you'll be done.

It's too late to use the accelerator
because of the noise.

I can't go above 120 degrees.

Oh well, it'll have to do.

Right, Achille?

Yes?

Stan, a package just came for you.

What do I do with it?

-Who brought it?
-A boy.

What kind of package?

A cardboard box tied with a string.

Open it.

We may not have to cook you.

What's happening?

It's one of Charlotte's shoes.

Oh my God, I was scared.

Wait, there's also a phone number:

43, 20, 67.

I see. I'll call them.

Thanks.

43, 20, 67.

What is that?

You know nothing. What a dumbass.

-Could be true.
-That he's a dumbass?

That he doesn't know.

Hello? 43 20 67?

What are you, exactly? A brothel?

This is the Tivoli, Mr. Borovitz.

Roulette, baccarat
and boule for the idiots.

I'm Lucien.
I have brown hair and weigh 110 kilos.

-A diet would do you good.
-A low-calorie diet?

I was thinking about a prison diet.

I have some advice.
Instead of sending your men,

stay near the phone. We'll call you back.

Your number?

43 36 32.

-Forget about the boiler.
-Very well.

-I don't think you're in on this.
-About time.

It's nothing to be proud of.

You did send Camille after me.

Borovitz. I'm listening.

So Daddy wants some news?

Don't worry, your lovely daughter is fine.

-For now at least.
-What do you want from me?

That's what I like to hear you say, Stan.

I could hold a grudge.

Lock you up in a phone booth naked.

Let's wipe the slate clean.
Very noble of me, no?

Again, what do you want from me?

Nothing. Are you surprised?

I thought you might want Achille released.

I even got him out of jail, just in case.

You can bring him back
and leave him to die there.

He's no longer on the payroll.
What if we talked about Charlotte?

Can you put her on? I'd like to hear her.

A legitimate request.

Go get the girl.

She's coming, my friend.

Say hello to your dad.

Hi, Stan.

Hi, baby. Are you okay?

Doing great.
Not like them. You should see them.

I said you'd kill them.
Made quite an impression.

Don't be so silly.

I'm fine. Don't worry.

She's a piece of work, your kid.

I won't be sorry to give her back.

The exchange can happen tonight,
if you agree.

How could I not agree?

But this exchange you're talking about…

Exchange her for what?

A hundred million.

Two hundred.

Where am I supposed to find that?

I'll give it to you, my dear.

Your girl plus 200 million.

In exchange for a receipt signed by you.

Very well. When and where?

Gardette Road,
3 km marker, at 11 o'clock on the dot.

I'm sure you'll come alone.

Obviously.

That cop is eating out of my hand.

You? What happened?

What happened was
you were right to trust me.

Having another late night, Stanislas?

You can say you gave me a good scare.

You little pest.

Well done, Massard.

Really.

When you talked
about a parallel investigation,

I admit I thought you were bluffing.

-They nearly killed him, you know.
-Really? Things got rough?

Yes.

Seriously?

Rather. I wanted to negotiate with Théo,

but he wasn't alone.

They were like rabid dogs.

I had to shoot.

Time to eat!

What's going on?

-That idiot Pierre tripped.
-What an idiot. It's nearly time.

Charlotte!

I'll need your help with that.

Self-defense. I've been there.

I had warned them, anyway.

Not only will I cover for you,
Inspector Massard, but know that…

Commissioner Massard, maybe?

Commissioner Massard, I'm sure.

The police are lucky
to have a man like you in the ranks.

The girl is here.

Everything's fine then.

Hello, Godfather.

Good job, my friend.

We need to congratulate
Commissioner Massard.

Who?

Cazau, hand over your car keys.

Let's not spoil your success.

You bring back the big game.
The keys to Achille's handcuffs.

No way. Not you.

Let's hit the road, dumbass.

Don't you worry he might go too far?

Hello? Operation Charlotte.

-Well, then!
-Yes, you're famous.

Borovitz speaking.

Volfoni escaped with an accomplice,
Inspector Massard.

They used their weapons. They were seen

on the road between Cannes
and Saint-Paul-de-Vence.

If you turn right at the end,

we'll be in Menton.

Then San Remo, Italy.

You're accused of murder already.

Do you also want to be charged
with bribing an official?

Bastard!

Hey, my little friends are here.

Attention. I'm Inspector Massard.

We were expecting you.

You're under arrest.

That swine.

Who's a dumbass now?

Shut up!

Fire!

Well.

I hope you weren't bored.

Life in the countryside
isn't always exciting.

No. Everything was lovely.

I'll miss you a lot, Edmonde.

"I'll miss you a lot."

"I'll be back." "I love La Baule."
You're such a bullshitter.

There's no need to tell your mother
about Mrs. Puget-Rostand.

Say we stayed in a hotel or at Cazau's.

Or that we rented a villa.

In La Garoupe, for instance.
A villa with eucalyptus trees.

We got up early,
ate breakfast on the patio,

you worked on your English,
we talked about your mom.

It made me a bit sad, obviously.

We even thought about getting her to come.

Dad, what if we just said nothing?

Nothing. Oh, she'd find that suspicious.

Off we go!

Subtitle translation by: Elsa Deland