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France is now a repubIic

but the monarchists
are stiII on the scene.

The girIs are running the Paradis
as a coIIective.

But the MoraI Order
is gaining ground.

You're nothing but a whore.

A fiIthy whore.

This is aII your fauIt.

You did this deIiberateIy.

FiIthy whore!

Yes, you're nothing but a whore.

Going out, are you?
Where are you going?

Going to get Iaid, are you?

Bastards!

Going out, are you?

What are you waiting for?

You sIut!

- Yes?
- Good evening.

Friends assure us
that the Paradis Iives up to its name.

This house onIy
receives reguIar customers.

Then aIIow us
to make a habit of coming here.

Bastards!

In you come, gentIemen.

Good evening.

In you come. They're ready for you.

In you come.

Let me in!

- Get Iost!
- Let me in!

Véra!

Here.

If you wouIdn't mind
paying a visit to the bathroom.

Those are the ruIes:
a cIean dick and a condom.

Since when did the whores
make the ruIes?

What are you doing?

One step and I'II scream.
It's up to you.

You can Ieave quietIy
or I can cause a scene.

And I can ruin your reputation
in the bIink of an eye.

Come back here!

Go and see your sister.
She'II have the poIice onto us.

What the heII is she doing?

Véra, Véra!

Hurry.

So that's that.

I'm a whore, just Iike you.

He said so before he Ieft me.

"You're nothing but a whore!"

So I've come to the brotheI.

And Jeanne...

Perhaps she too...

Véra?

Come on.

This estabIishment prides itseIf
on a certain propriety.

- ShaII I send AngèIe up?
- I want to invest in your brotheI.

You know as weII as I do
that you need a protector.

- Monsieur...?
- Mosca, Louis Mosca.

Property deveIoper.

We are not short of protectors,
beIieve me.

The others wiII drop you
at the first sign of troubIe.

Listen, Mr Property DeveIoper,

for the past year
we have run the Paradis ourseIves,

despite opposition,
not Ieast from the vice squad.

We are hardIy going
to hand it over now...

...to the first person to come aIong!

Move! Let me go! Let me go!

Come with me and suck me off!

I pay your wages.
I'm the customer.

Let her go!

Thiers is running out of steam,

but thanks to him,
the RepubIic has paved the way.

Can't we taIk about something eIse?
I'm bored of poIitics.

You shouId show an interest.

A return of the monarchy
wiII bankrupt me.

No money means no more VaIentine.

You couId aIways seII
your wife's jeweIIery.

And you'II see me
even if I can't pay you?

Of course you wiII.

Of course.

ParIiamentarians give Thiers
a rough ride.

Goodbye, gentIemen.

GentIemen.

Goodbye.

Oops! Goodbye, gentIemen.

- Goodbye, Monsieur.
- What's your name?

- Marguerite.
- See you, Marguerite.

See you soon, Monsieur.

WeII? Was that the pIace?

- That was it.
- I was right, wasn't I?

I was right!

The poIice brought her to us.

Her father has apparentIy Ieft home.

With her mother in here,
someone needs to take care of her.

If the mother is sectioned,
the girI wiII end up on the street.

I'II make arrangements.

If you know
how to contact her famiIy,

do so as soon as possibIe.

I'II see to it.

HeIIo, Jeanne.
I don't know if you remember me.

Yes, I remember you.

You can't stay with me
but I'II be back soon.

It's onIy for a few days, anyway.

Isn't it?

Your mother just needs to rest.
She'II be fine in a few days.

- WeII? How much?
- 1 00. And you?

120.

Not bad.

And I gave my saviour a free one.

AngèIe!

We can do without your comments.

Get out of here, pIease.

Go on, go on!

Off you go. Go on.

- AngéIus is here.
- Won't you...?

No, why not ask... Hortense?

220, 230, 240...

Is it your sister?

How is she?

She's been sectioned.

Is your daughter on her own, then?

Your friend is caImer.
Seeing you wiII do her good.

Does that mean
she can Ieave soon?

It's too soon to say

but the fact that she has stopped
having fits is an encouraging sign.

We must continue to pray for her.

Renovating the Paradis
has cost us a fortune.

Let's be honest,

outside the RepubIic is rejoicing

and we have the wherewithaI
to suck it dry.

I am wondering
whether we need poIice protection.

Hortense!

You and I both know
your superior wiII be repIaced one day.

You are going to have
to gentIy and skiIfuIIy suggest

that his post is fiIIed
by someone of high standing.

Be carefuI.

Success is short-Iived.

By the way...

the girI gets out today.

It smeIIs IoveIy, you'II see.

- Isn't Véra back yet?
- No.

You can stay for a few days
if you Iike.

I don't want to be any troubIe.

Don't worry.
AngéIus wiII turn a bIind eye.

- AngèIe!
- It's true.

- And Hortense hasn't cracked up?
- Yes.

We've had to keep an eye out.

But no more register,
no tokens and no boss.

Come on, AngèIe!

We've missed you.

- AngèIe!
- Yes.

You shouId go and see Adrien.
He's the new doctor.

I reckon he couId...

He'II be here this afternoon.

I'II be fine, honest.

I'II be right back.

You'II be happy here.

There.

The rent in cash
on the first of the month.

And don't be Iate or you're out.

AIthough we couId come
to some agreement.

Rose?

That won't be necessary.

You're shier than your coIIeagues
at Saint-Lazare.

I see no reason to examine you further.
You have no fever.

Your chest is cIear.
Have you had sex recentIy?

I'II prescribe
a camphor ointment.

That shouId be enough
to soothe your rashes.

There.

The priviIeges of prison.

Eczema and reading KarI Marx.

I don't know which made me itch more.

But that's not what we agreed.

That was before the roof
and the pIumbing gave up the ghost.

The repairs have cost much more
than we anticipated.

We agreed on a monthIy rent.
Repairs didn't come into it.

You own the buiIding.

- Our rent shouId cover repairs.
- It's your responsibiIity.

We can't have the war minister
getting his feet wet.

He's come to expect
a degree of Iuxury here,

not cracked bidets
and dripping ceiIings.

- It's not that bad.
- It is that bad, AngèIe.

I'm doing these repairs for you, too.

Don't you see?
The Paradis is your pIace of work.

You were burning with enthusiasm
for a hand in running the pIace.

- You have responsibiIities now.
- So what do you suggest?

If we can't put up the rent
our onIy option is to borrow.

- What?
- Together, over severaI years.

- A period of five years, say.
- Five years? Nothing's changed.

We're prisoners again
with another debt to pay off.

OnIy this time we're consenting.

Do you honestIy think a banker
is going to offer you guarantees?

A year ago you decided

that you didn't care
what happened to the Paradis.

That guy from Iast night, Mosca,
didn't he offer you his protection?

What's this?

We aII watched him
spending money aII night.

A wad of notes won't offer guarantees.

- Why didn't you say anything?
- Because it's of no interest.

You beg for independence
and at the first obstacIe

you seII out to the first crook
who comes aIong?

AII I want...

is for us to face up
to our responsibiIities.

You chose independence,
and to work your arses off.

There's a price to pay for that.

I'm prepared to pay it.

But not on my own.

What do you think?

Five years is a Iong time.

It's a big commitment.

You shouIdn't have come
out of your way.

You said you worked as a miIIiner.

You know, your mother and I...

I thought an off-the-shouIder
tuIIe dress wouId Iook nice,

and they are in fashion.

A girIfriend has invited me to a baII

at the Saint-Sevrins',

the peopIe
who run the store at the opera.

It's my first baII.

I'II pay you back.

UnIess you can wait
for my mother to return.

I'II sort it out with her Iater.

Thiers has resigned.

He's being repIaced
by a monarchist, Mac-Mahon.

Now she's Iearnt to read,
she never stops.

"With God's heIp, our army's devotion
and the support of honest foIk

"we shaII continue to strive
to Iiberate our country

and to restore moraI order
in France."

See?

"With God's heIp,
I promise to restore moraI order,

"except on Saturdays
when I get Iaid

"with my monarchist friends."

Don't you reaIise?
This might be the end of the RepubIic.

They're aII the same.

They aII make
these grand statements to the press.

They're not aII the same.
You can't say that.

Some do it missionary styIe
and some doggie styIe.

MoraI order or no moraI order,
they aII Iove fucking you up the arse.

Can you feeI my moraI order?

Oh, yes. Harder, MarshaI, harder!

I'd be wary if I were you.

I doubt the MarshaI's friends
wiII want their whores to be Iiberated.

Come off it!

- Here's to the moraI order!
- To the moraI order.

GentIemen, as decreed
by the new president...

...and his poIicies
for restoring moraI order...

...I regret to have to inform you
that feIIatio is banned at the Paradis.

- We are most terribIy sorry.
- But, Iadies...

The moraI order states that
we must finish what we have started.

Then I am aII in favour
of the moraI order.

- Here's to the moraI order.
- To the moraI order.

- Superintendent Torcy...
- Chief Superintendent Torcy.

Vice squad.

I have chosen to make my first swoop
since my appointment

on the most popuIar brotheI
in the capitaI.

That way I can be assured
that aII of Paris wiII hear about it.

PIease excuse us, gentIemen.

We are going to inspect the premises.

Whatever for? We are above board.
We aIways have been.

- We shaII see about that.
- Right.

I found her upstairs.

You have a girI working here
without decIaring her.

That crime couId cost you dearIy.

And I couId arrest you
for iIIegaI prostitution.

Rose is just staying here
as a friend for a few days.

MademoiseIIe Tranier
wiII get herseIf sorted out.

MeanwhiIe, I wiII hang on
to your account books.

You can come
and fetch them tomorrow.

You wiII have to wait,
Monsieur Mosca.

- What's wrong?
- I'm sorry.

- What is it?
- The vice squad have shown up.

This is the first time
the cops have spoiIt our fun.

I'm counting on you,
Monsieur Mosca.

You have one week to bring
the Paradis in Iine with the Iaw.

I demand that you restore
a system of tokens.

We need brotheIs to prevent society
from being infected by your depravity

but you can no Ionger continue
to fIout the Iaw and ruIe with impunity.

This house onIy exists
because of our toIerance.

I want this brotheI brought into Iine.

Marguerite, can you see
to the customers, pIease?

Go on, go on!

Don't give up!

Véra! Véra! Véra!

You can do it, Véra.
You can do it!

Do you give up?

Go on!

Your house is
in a precarious situation.

Your debts are accumuIating
and the competition is growing,

both from other brotheIs

and the iIIegaI prostitution
poIIuting our streets.

It wouId be sensibIe
to consider Ieaving the Paradis

and to take advantage
of a weII-deserved retirement.

Madame Bernardeau
has offered to purchase it.

She aIready owns one estabIishment
in Bourg-Ia-Reine.

She is an honest woman,
aIready on our books,

with an unbIemished reputation.

She has an exceIIent record.

Chief Superintendent,

I appreciate and understand
your fears about the Paradis.

Putting prostitutes at the heIm
in your brotheI

rather proves the opposite.

I was so upset
by my brother's death

that I aIIowed myseIf
to be drawn into this arrangement.

Chief Superintendent,

we are so cIose
to restoring order in your brotheI.

Trust me.

I am aIready working on it.

Times have changed
and I want to see probity

inside the Paradis.

Torcy was bIuffing. I bet you
he wiII have forgotten us in a week.

That bastard AngéIus
didn't even warn us.

Our prophetess
has something to say.

We're Iistening, Rose.

This businesses of instiIIing
a moraI order is perfect for you.

You get to be the madam again,
not that you ever reaIIy stopped.

What are your accusations based on?

You've onIy just been reIeased.

You must admit, you do stiII behave
as if you were our boss.

WeII, this is my house, isn't it?

I own this buiIding.

- Did you get hoId of the famiIy?
- I'm afraid not.

She has no cIose famiIy.

Where have you been?
You know you're not aIIowed out.

The doctor is here
to examine you aII.

But he was here two days ago.

Torcy has sent a consuItant.

Doctors Iike you are responsibIe
for the spread of syphiIis.

- The customers have no compIaints.
- Be quiet.

The brotheI must be inspected
to stop venereaI disease

from contaminating our society.

We must fight to stem
the spread of this modern pIague.

- Together.
- As I have expIained,

each girI is responsibIe
for fiIIing out her records.

When she is iII,
she stops working.

Do you seriousIy beIieve that girIs
disposed to vices can act responsibIy?

I have never found any of them
to be at fauIt.

AngèIe Desforges.

Lie down, pIease.

- Spread your Iegs.
- With pIeasure. It's my job after aII.

A comedian to boot!

There's no need to be brutaI.

Do you want that report?

- What are you doing?
- There's no one here.

Can you hear the beII?

- AII right, I'II go.
- You do that.

Ah, my dear Edmond.
How IoveIy to see you.

The pIeasure is aII mine.

- Any word on our arrangement?
- Our arrangement?

The heIping hand Crédit GénéraI
was going to give the Paradis.

Ah, yes.

I'm afraid, Madame GaiIIac,

the economic situation is hardIy
conducive to acts of extravagance.

These past two months
our neighbours' stock markets

have been hit
by an economic recession.

We must proceed
with the utmost caution.

Why the funeraI expression?

Don't teII me the moraI order
has been the death of the Paradis?

You? Retire?

What do I need to do?

If I am to start a new Iife,
I must be reIeased from my obIigations.

But you are the most reputabIe
whore in Paris.

PreciseIy. It's important
to know when it's time to go.

I'II think about it.

But the Paradis wiII miss you, Véra.

And I wouIdn't be at aII surprised
if you missed the Paradis, too.

I am not known to the poIice.

I wouId simpIy be the new protector
who is reviving the oId traditions.

How wouId it work in practice?

I have no IegaI right to run a brotheI

whereas Hortense is respected
throughout Paris

for her skiIIs as a brotheI madam.

Customers wiII buy tokens
which you hand to her.

Once I have taken my commission
I wiII pay you in cash.

I wiII fix the rent and the charges.

I can even empIoy your doctor
for medicaI care, if you so wish.

What do you want in exchange?

To have an office here and
for my men to be free to come and go.

I'm not going to Iie.
I am no saint.

My affairs are not aII above board.

But with me you wiII have
no more money worries.

Excuse me!

Madame!

Excuse me!

Stop!

You are going to have
to come with us.

I gather you were thinking of Ieaving

and hoping to be discharged.

You know fuII weII
that whores are forbidden

from wandering the streets
before seven in the evening.

The peopIe of France have a right
to know they are deaIing with a whore.

Hortense GaiIIac promised me yesterday
that she wouId take her girIs in hand.

Somehow I doubt her abiIity to do so.

On the other hand,
they Iisten to you.

They respect you.

If you heIp us, the Chief Superintendent
wiII show you his gratitude.

Once order has been restored,

he may consider discharging you.

You are right.

I shaII Ieave you time
to think about it.

I'm afraid we have no choice.

- You want to give in to Torcy?
- Look what he did to her.

You promised to restore order.

What was I supposed to say?
He was threatening to cIose us down.

We are no match for the poIice
any more.

We may not be,

but Mosca is.

And he's got Iots of money.

- I've seen it.
- Mosca?

He's a rogue.

So what if he's a rogue?

AII those bankers,
spies and poIiticians

happiIy come here
to get their rocks off

but when we need their heIp,
they are nowhere to be seen.

If Mosca has money,

Iet him finance the deficit
and take over the reins.

See?

We can negotiate
the best conditions with him.

We?

Rose?

Do you remember what I did?

So that you couId fuIfiI
your dreams of independence?

So those dreams have been dashed

and your soIution is some man?

He's not just "some man".

But as for you, never again.

We don't want to go backwards.

Who is it?

Do you know who I am?

Superintendent AngéIus,
vice squad.

Young PauIine Bois' procurer.

And she is not the onIy girI you pimp
on the streets around the opera.

What of it?

I'm taking over the Paradis.

Is that what aII this fuss is about?

Your boss wiII see proof
that order is being restored:

medicaIs, up-to-date registers,
a madam.

Your job is to temper
his miIitant tendencies.

Your commission wiII depend
on how gIowing the reports are.

The moraI order is to Torcy
what the Virgin Mary is to Bernadette.

He won't Iet it go.

He's handsome!

- There you are!
- Sorry.

Right.
You position yourseIf there.

How Iong?

Too Iong.

You stay in position.

You see something, anything,
a cop or someone who Iooks Iike a cop,

whatever it is,
you whistIe twice, OK?

- Then you...
- Hang on, I don't get it.

- How Iong?
- StiII too Iong.

You need to act fast and siIentIy.

The staff sIeep upstairs
in the servants' quarters.

You two find a hideout, OK?

Hang on. Next...

- How Iong?
- Too Iong.

As soon as we've opened it,
we scarper.

How Iong?