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Thank you, Mademoiselle.

- That's Clorinde.
- Otherwise known as the pianist.

She had two fingers missing
but she played beautifully.

It was her dog
who bit her fingers off.

The Chételet sacked her
so she ended up here.

Don't pity her too much.
She ran away with a banker.

- An Englishman.
- He was nice.

- He was a nutcase.
- Nonsense.

Camélia's right.

The guy made her paint her face like
an old lady and go by his mother's name.

You're confusing her with Martha.

The mummy's boy
was an officer out in the Indies.

Clorinde's banker was the one
who liked eating her shit

as much as we like eating
Lardoix macaroons.

You've put me off macaroons for life!

- Enough!
- You should see yourself!

Did you search their room
like I asked you to?

Morphine, opium tablets,
a few coca leaves.

Where has it all come from?

All Camélia's clients
know her tendencies.

I can clean up the dormitory
if you like.

No. At least they're fucking.

300...

350, 400.

That makes total takings of 420,
440 if we count Olympe's suspenders.

What about the stall?

I'm going to put tobacco up
to 60 centimes and...

Calvados to one franc.

Perhaps we should put the tokens up
to 11 francs?

Véra is still a first-rate whore.

She has never turned me on.

And when were you last turned on?

It's like with my mother.

Cleaning and selling fish
put her off eating it for life.

Here.

This is for all your hard graft.

I'm delighted to see that
your friends at the Jockey Club

allow you the time
to come and pay me a visit.

Well?

That bunch of snobs
rejected your candidature.

Yes, I am well informed.

Paris can be so cruel.

News like that spreads
through the city like wildfire.

I am to be involved in resuming
the building of the opera house.

Once it's finished, they'll be begging me
to join the Jockey Club.

Don't you worry about me
or about France.

I have come to talk
about projects and investments.

I think we should start with the clients,

and ascertain who they are
and what they want.

So you'll be wanting
a list of my clients?

It would seem to me to be essential.

And if some of the gentlemen on it
were members of the Jockey Club,

that would be even better, eh?

I read that Baron du Plessis' circle has
remained loyal to the establishment.

Why don't we start with them?

I thought a rejection
by the Jockey Club meant

that you couldn't reapply
for another ten years.

I could sack you, Hortense.

What about your wife and future sons?

Don't you want to protect them
from what I might tell them.

You know I have never
succumbed to blackmail.

In the past,
you have had nothing to lose.

- Mademoiselle Anne-Louise Diaz?
- She is here.

- Take us to her.
- What is this about?

She has been denounced
by a receiver of stolen goods.

She sold him a necklace that Baron
du Plessis had on him when he died.

Go ahead, please.

This way.

The pigs are here.

Louise, you haven't done
anything stupid, have you?

They're talking about a necklace
stolen from Du Plessis' corpse.

Listen to me, Louise.

Louise!

You found the necklace
in the street, all right?

Okay? Louise, do you hear me?

Anne-Louise Diaz?

That's me.

You're quicker off the mark
to collar us than to protect us.

- What happened to her?
- A jealous lover. A tragedy.

But I insisted on keeping her on here
as a maid.

Wait. It's me you're looking for.

My name is Ernestine Ferrier,
alias Angéle.

I asked Louise to sell
a fancy necklace for me.

I found it in the street.
The girl hasn't done anything wrong.

Then we'll take you both
to the station.

Mother.

I didn't steal anything.

- I found the necklace.
- I believe you, Angele.

I'll take care of your man.

Shit!

What did you just say to her?

What with Valentine in Saint-Lazare
and Angéle and Louise in prison,

those two junkies will hardly
keep us from the brink of ruin.

This all started
because of your spat with the boss.

- What are you talking about?
- Come off it, Véra.

This stolen necklace
works in your favour.

The filth will home in on Brise-Caboche,
bringing them closer to Hortense.

You dykes always
put a spanner in the works.

Do you think Hortense
gave me any choice?

If we shut down,
will our debts be written off?

Are you stupid or what?

The brothel might shut,
but your thighs will remain firmly open.

- What did you say to her?
- I just told her I trusted her.

"I believe you, Angele."
Yes, I heard that.

- What did you whisper in her ear?
- "Crooks and scoundrels."

Crooks and scoundrels?

It's an expression
we use in the brothel.

What did you mean by it?

That I knew she was trapped
by a man and that I understood.

What man?

- A client.
- Who?

It's common knowledge
that Jules Steiner...

appreciates Angéle's
natural disposition.

- Tell me about her fiancé.
- No.

Then I'll ask Mademoiselle Derville
myself this afternoon.

She's just the first of your girls to be
questioned in connection with the Baron.

His name is Brise-Caboche.

Communard?

- I'd say so.
- Sympathiser or partisan?

Partisan, from what I've heard.

Where can we find him?

I kept telling Angéle to be careful.

- Her man is a lone wolf.
- You seem to know him well.

You know, during the events,

such chaos reigned
that I sometimes had to call on men

whose reputation
I wasn't able to check out first.

As for Anne-Louise Diaz,

her statement matches
that of Ernestine Ferrier.

She sold the necklace
without knowledge of its provenance.

She risks little
and should soon be out of here.

- Good.
- Do you wish to take her back?

Just as I thought.

Rose isn't your real name.

Why don't you use the name
your mother gave you?

You no longer have a mother.

Do you...?

Do you know my mother?

She was called Floriane.

- Is she dead.
- I don't know.

Some girls just disappear.

They“.
Do they leave the profession?

They rarely leave the profession
to live by the sea.

Are they bumped off?

Perhaps, yes. Sometimes.

But more often than not,
they break the hourglass...

...and kill themselves.

I heard that Hortense went
to buy her back from the Colbert.

When I came to the Paradis,
she had already gone.

All I know is that she didn't go far.

I'll talk to Hortense about her.

Be careful not to reveal too much
to that old spider.

She already rules your arse.
Don't give her your heart, too.

Come here.

I'll have to find a former client, then.

So how long has Francis Demarzet
been working at Thiers?

He doesn't work at Thiers.

Whatever made you think that?
Thiers!

Hortense!

Hortense?

What did you expect me to do?

- This is his house.
- So you've made your mind up?

- You might at least try to convince me.
- Why? Has he bothered to do so?

He owns this place
and he has money.

Enough for me
to never need any of yours.

You're with me or with him,
against me or against him.

Do you understand?

Have you ever worked for a man?

You hate them as much as I do.

And yet women
aren't to your taste, either.

It's a cruel world, isn't it?

That's where we come in.

You see?
We understand one another after all.

So what shall I say to him
next time he corners me?

Didn't you know
where the necklace had come from?

So you're prepared to die for him?

- Brise-Caboche...
- Don't you dare mention his name.

The coppers already know it, dummy.
Everyone's looking for him.

What did you tell the filth
to let you come here?

Just that you're like a sister to me.

And the fact that the necklace
came from the Baron

had nothing to do with it?

I'm 35 years old.
I've got a 16-year-old daughter.

I was going to be free, Angéle.

Free.

Don't you want to be free?

Of course I do.

If Brise-Caboche drops Hortense,
he can survive this.

Brise would never kill for the mistress.

Not for the mistress,
for the mistress's money.

- You don't understand.
- Then explain it to me.

You don't see it. You...

You're in love, is that it?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps Brise-Caboche didn't tell her
he was acting on behalf of Hortense.

Or even that he'd killed the Baron.

A guy like him doesn't need
to be ordered to kill.

I can assure you, on this occasion
he was acting under orders.

Hortense would stop at nothing
to stop the Baron taking me away.

Meanwhile,
your friend is carrying the can.

Don't you find Hortense Gaillac's
behaviour at all strange?

It's understandable that she would seek
to protect her establishment.

You would only have a man killed
for love.

And you don't think me capable
of inspiring such love?

Get away from me
or I will have you arrested.

Forget this sordid affair.

Whatever your boss has done,
you are no better than she is.

”/-/ere is my heart,
where your hand should strike me

"Impatient already to expiate its of fence
to meez' your arm

”/ can feel /2' now advance

"Strike

"Or if you think /2' not worth y
of your blow

”/f your hate refuses me
such sweez' torment, so

"Or if your hand
by my vile blood would be stained

"Instead of your arm,
/end me then your blade

”Offer /2"'

Bravo!

- You are too kind.
- Not at all.

It's my favourite play.

On the Cape, there were
so few of us who spoke French,

I mainly performed it
for people at the embassy.

But your repertoire must be
more contemporary.

I see Corneille
as an eternal contemporary.

Wasn't it Racine
who wrote Phaedra?

- Didn't I say Racine?
- I think you said Corneille.

Really?

A careless mistake. Forgive me.

You are so sparkling
and beautiful.

And clever.

My brother is very lucky.

You mentioned "clever" last.

Don't tell me you have self-doubt?

I only wish Pierre didn't doubt me.

I'm quite sure he doesn't.

- I shouldn't be telling you this.
- On the contrary.

- I know so little about men.
- Ah, men.

There is so little to know.

What if Pierre heard us
talking like this?

He'd be most reassured, believe me.

Steiner and Angéle?

Grandet has a vivid imagination.

- They occasionally went up together.
- What?

Perhaps the Jew was hiding
his true feelings.

I was engaged once to a Jew.

Really?

But I didn't know it.

- Wasn't it obvious?
- No.

What you don't seek
you won't find. That's all.

And this was Berry, you know.

Did you break it off?

No, the bastard left me.

And what's more, he had his fill of me
right up until the day before the wedding.

The next day there was nothing for it
but to wipe myself dry with my dress.

Bastard Jew.

When I found out later who he was,
I understood.

To them, the mother of Jesus
was as much a whore as the rest.

They say she wasn't even a virgin.

Virginity for them...

No,no,no.

It's not same as it is for us.

Nothing's the same.

- Fancy a drink?
- Go on, then.

You were seen
going into the police station.

What were you doing
hanging around there?

Telling Angéle we're all behind her.

How is she doing?

Badly.

Did she talk?

The coppers are looking for you anyway.

I know.
There are two in the street.

What is your role here?
To be the Angel of Death?

You stab my man
and you land Angéle in it?

Don't compare yourself to Angéle.

Your Angele's is so beaten up,
she looks like a rotten apple.

They're looking for a culprit,
the real one.

Don't they read the newspapers?

- That banker guy stabbed your Baron.
- Nonsense. And Steiner's not a banker.

So?

You can't leave your fiancee
in the lurch just like that.

Anyway, they'll catch you in the end.

Meanwhile, it's Angele
who's paying the price.

- That girl knows what she's doing.
- What she's doing is dying.

I'm going to get her out of there.

How much did Hortense pay you?

You're wide of the mark, sweetheart.

It's Hortense you're protecting,
not yourself.

If you spill the beans,
she'll get it in the neck.

You could avoid the scaffold
and run away.

Stay out of it, sweetheart.
This is bigger than you and me.

What are you talking about?

Listen to me.

The Commune isn't over.
There will be others.

And next time, we'll win.
Angéle knows that.

- I told you, she's dying.
- And your Baron was a scumbag.

His patent leather shoes
were full of our comrades' blood.

We should have cut the throats
of the whole family.

Angele knows I'm with her. Forever.

That means bringing justice
to the people.

So that her martyr's statue can
one day grace Brise-Caboche Square,

named after the famous revolutionary?

You take care of yourself, Véra,
and forget about Angéle.

I can assure you, deep down
you are more alone than she is.

Do you want my advice?

Drop it.

Even if you're right,
you'll never be able to prove it.

So you said.

Hortense always wins.
She'll outlive us all, you'll see.

She's come so far,
she's scared of nothing.

Are you in love with her or what?

You're mistaken, Marguerite.
Hortense inspires fear, not pleasure.

- Winning's not about giving pleasure.
- I say it is.

I say it is and I can prove it to you.

Whip.

Torture.

Ll...

One...

- Two...
- Sublime.

- Sublime!
- No, no, no.

Sorry, my dear.
Adjectives are strictly forbidden.

Go on, go on, go on!

Right. Cloud.

Thunder

Gale.

Ocean.

Ow! Wave.

Jolt.

Thunderstorm.

- Gale!
- Ah!

Go on!

Go on, go on, go on!

Marcel? Where is Marcel?

Hello, Marcel.

- Hello, Grandet.
- Blondin.

Ladies, I hope you appreciate
that you have among you

one of the country's
most brilliant writers.

My dear Véra, this article will force
the authorities to finally take action.

The justice system needs the press
like a blind man needs his stick.

Our friend Grandet has just put
that imposter Steiner in his place.

I doubt he'll ever get back on his feet.
Bravo, Grandet.

Steiner madly in love with Angéle,
killing and robbing a rival?

That's ridiculous.

Quite in keeping
with that pathetic man.

Kill Du Plessis a second time,
why don't you?

My father and Grandet are vultures.

Don't stoop to their level.

Poor Angéle.

She was a ray of sunlight
in this house.

And she taught me so much.

- Good evening, Madame.
- Monsieur.

So our dear Camélia
is back among you?

One second.

Haven't you got work to do?

Joncourt is here.

Not him. You know that.

Then get a move on
and bag some clients.

I'll go.

No, you won't.

The General is here.

- So?
- They say he's the jail's oldest client.

- What of it?
- He's bound to have known my mother.

- Edmond?
- Yes, Sultana?

I need to get out of here.

Set you free?
I don't have the funds your Baron had.

No, you don't get it.
Now, just for an hour.

- I want to go and see Angéle.
- Angéle?

All right.
What do I need to do?

Tell Hortense you want
to take me back to yours.

It will cost you.

Will you really come?

Yes, after I've seen Angéle.

- Do you know Athéna?
- From the Chabanais?

She's said to be
one of the best lays in Paris.

A real hellcat.

- Have you heard of Lord Farber?
- No.

A rich and powerful man.

One wife, two mistresses.

Two years ago, the night before he died,
he summoned me to London.

He wanted to be alone with me.

His wife led me to his room
so I could administer his last rites.

For a man of that stature
to choose your fanny as his final vision,

you don't just need to be
one of the best lays.

You need to be the best lay.

What an extraordinary coincidence.

Athéna recently told me
more or less the same story.

Only I think her conquest
was an Italian bishop.

I don't think she mentioned a wife.

What if I organised
a little competition,

at my house tonight,
with one or two friends of mine,

to see which of you is the best lay?

The result will be conclusive.

What do you say?

Go and see Hortense.

I'll get ready.

- Good evening, Marguerite.
- Mr Steiner.

- Everything all right?
- Very good.

- Is Grandet here?
- The mistress doesn't want you to meet.

Just tell me what you want to do
and with whom and...

You louse!

I'll make you snort your filthy spunk
out through your nostrils!

- I am confused.
- The show won't wait for me, you know.

I was so racked by doubt,
I felt I had to come straight away.

I am surprised at you, Mademoiselle.

When I read that
it was a Mauboussin necklace,

I realised there had been
a terrible mistake.

Look.

It is similar but it is not the necklace
the Baron game me.

The jeweller has confirmed the sale.

The necklace he had on him
when he died was not a Mauboussin.

It was a very common model.

I could prosecute you
for perverting the course of justice.

- And I could make your life impossible.
- I am at entirely at your disposal!

Please sit down.

Your sending me this letter has led
to the arrest of your friend, Angele.

Perhaps you were hoping
she would rapidly denounce her fiance,

or that he would easily be arrested.

Only Angele is digging her heels in
and may end up being convicted.

Madame Derville,

I do not wish to see Angéle die in jail
any more than you do.

It is Brise-Caboche that I want.

And if, on arrest, that scoundrel
denounces Hortense Gaillac,

rest assured that
she will join him on the scaffold.

Here is what I suggest.
Stick to your story.

Help me track down Brise-Caboche,
and for my part,

I will release Angele on bail.

What do you say?

I don't need to tell you that
he must avoid any excitement.

Of course.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

What about Valentine?

We can't be sure of anything
until she's out of quarantine.

How is the chancre developing?

Favourably.

Is there any ulceration?

Even if Valentine avoids syphilis,
she will only recover with plenty of rest.

I am aware of that.

Perhaps she could go
back to her family.

Her mother is in prison
and her father is an alcoholic.

I can assure you
she'll be well looked after here.

I will take care of her myself.

As you wish, Madame.

What did the doctor say?

When will I get another hard-on?

Camélia?

Go on!

- Mademoiselle?
- I haven't had a chance to thank you.

- What for?
- For helping to get me in here.

I didn't realise then
that you were seeking work.

Work and pleasure.

I'm sorry,
but don't count on me for that.

You think too much.
This is where it all happens.

Will you come with me?

I'm sorry, young lady.

I swear you won't find
a worse-bred man next-door than me.

- But none of them knew my mother.
- What? What did you say?

So your Marie-Jeanne
was Floriane, then?

What was she like?

I didn't like your mother much.

Why not?

She was complicated,
temperamental.

Vera is like that, too,
and yet you seem to like her.

Véra is an actress.

Prostitution is theatre, Mademoiselle.

- Of course.
- Don't say "of course".

You still have a lot to learn
about this world.

Don't go thinking that women
on the other side are happier.

Don't think that.

I believe your mother made that mistake.

Did she seem unhappy?

She didn't know how to love.

But that might have been
a function of her status.

Her status?

Her status as the favourite.

Why did my mother have privileges
if she was such a bad worker?

Ask Hortense.

She was already in charge
at that time.

She can tell you better than anyone.

Steiner and Grandet have just fought
like two young dogs.

I've been following Grandet's campaign.
It's utter codswallop.

Not enough to prevent Steiner
from becoming a minister.

Is that what you think?

- It's what everyone is saying.
- That's interesting.

Do you advise me to form links with him,
to choose Steiner over Grandet?

Do as you wish.

Knowing how ill-intentioned
you are towards me,

my tendency would be to do
the opposite of what you suggest,

which should drive me
to go and see Grandet.

On the other hand,

you may have anticipated
that I would ignore your advice,

so I should ignore my instinct
to ignore your advice,

and do what you have advised me.

These petty quarrels
are so complicated,

I think I am going to go home.

By the way-~

...Elizabeth was delighted
to have met you.

We are going
to become true friends,

friends who have no secrets
from one another.

Don't worry.
I am in no hurry to hurt you.

Camélia?

Camélia!

That lunatic ravaged me.

Do you know
what he wants us to call him?

The surgeon.

I'll be right back.

There's nothing to be done
It just needs to heal up.

He was a surgeon in the army,
so he knows what to do.

I can't work any more now.

Not here anyway.

Matron will sack me.

A farewell gift.

Here.

It's good stuff.
It's made with opium.

Takeit

You'll see,
we're both going to be all right.

We're going to be all right.

Véra?

Hello.

Monsieur.

Pierre.

I have you tell you,

I fancy you and I want you badly,

but I have just had
rather a passionate night.

- Did you at least win?
- I'm sorry?

The competition
for the best whore in Paris.

Edmond was so chuffed,
he told everyone, including his father.

Tomorrow the capital's children will be
talking about it in the playground.

- A unanimous victory.
- Bravo!

I am tired, but the men are good
for a week in a sanatorium.

Véra, I adore you.

I told you, last night...

I see.

I promised my sister
I wouldn't touch you.

What I want is for you to touch her.

I know the sum of your debt.
This wad of notes will cover it.

If you agree,
I'll give you ten notes a week

and in three weeks you'll be free.

But I want you
to make my sister happy.

Does her unhappiness pain you?

Her spitefulness wounds me.

You are assuming
that love melts hearts.

I'm not sure it does
where she is concerned.

Your love?

It will melt her heart
like ice in the sun.

You would disappear overnight.

A departure worthy
of your legendary status.

She'll be none the wiser.

And you will be there to console her.

Why the hesitation?

Is it because you still love her?