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God bless you, Sir.

Maurice Lopez, businessman.

Shot coming out of church.

His mistress...

Where the murderer hid.

Found in his pocket.

Unposted letter...

To his brother...

A Tunis barkeeper.

Louis Lopez, married, one child.

Left France 10 years ago.

"Dear Louis...

I've found you a job in Nice.

My boss will take care of you.

So don't worry about your future.

You can settle into an apartment...

I've found for you.

6, rue Giuglia, Nice.

Key's with janitor...

Love and kisses to all", etc.

I'll replace Lopez in Nice.

No, that won't work.

Why not?

A family's expected.

Find me a family, then. So they think I'm him.

I'll go to the funeral with them.

There I'll contact Manoni. And bingo!

Mix up a woman and a child in this!

Think of the risk.

I'll only keep them 2 hours. What's the risk?

After the funeral...

I'll send them back to Paris.

And that's that.

Two hours. You're an optimist, Campana.

Mr. Lopez?

French Police. Can I have a word with you?

What's going on?

A letter from your brother.

He couldn't post it.

He was murdered last Sunday.

Any idea what he was doing in Nice?

Maurice dead?

He was Manoni's main man.

Manoni runs big business in Nice...

as a cover...

for his drug peddling.

We've been trying to get him for years.

Your brother was with him.

Mr. Lopez, it's not the moment...

for you to set foot in Nice.

I'm Mr. Manoni's secretary.

He asks you to accept his heartfelt sympathy.

Thank you.

We ain't much down here.

Did Mr. Manoni say anything about me?

No... I'm sorry.

My brother wrote...

that he had a job for me.

Police...

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Please, come with us.

Right now?

But I've just arrived.

My luggage is still...

in the taxi.

Won't take long.

Pure formality.

Go to the apartment, darling.

I'll join you later.

See you later.

Well, let's go.

Here's the address.

Take your time. No hurry.

Dead tired, eh?

We left early...

from Tunis.

When I was a kid,

travel made me sleepy...

I've just got over it.

Just as well in my job.

Here we are, 6 rue Giuglia.

Giuglia. Very good.

He wants to be buried too!

Burst tire or what?

Ssh! Don't move.

Can't be true. I don't believe it.

Horrible!

Disaster!

Calling all cars...

Murder on main road.

One mile from cemetery...

on the way to Nice.

Address, please?

6 rue Giuglia.

We just got in from Tunis. So you know...

Went that way.

He must have gone fast.

Follow us.

I hear it's good for the skin.

Taken her address?

Shot in the head!

Your wife is a witness, she can't leave Nice.

You can go now.

I'll wait for you at home.

I'll be there soon.

OK, keep moving.

He was a dirty bastard.

So was your brother.

Good treatment for drug pushers.

Pasteurized!

Why not decorate the guy who did it?

Don't get too busy...

or you'll have trouble...

like him.

Manoni's secretary... shot right in the head.

That makes two.

That Lopez?

- I'll borrow him for a second. - All right, Sir.

Lucas, Narcotics South.

Campana, Narcotics Paris.

What can I do for you?

Manoni?

He's left on his yacht for...

an unknown destination.

Lying low, eh?

So?

I'll wait for him.

Your family?

They'll wait with me.

That wasn't the plan.

My wife's been held as witness.

She can't leave.

That can be arranged.

No way, no one but you must know who I am.

Not even Crime Squad?

Certainly not!

A wife and child...

they're a responsibility.

It's the only way to get Manoni.

OK, if Paris agrees.

How'll you manage?

What'll you say to the kid?

He must act as young Lopez...

for a few days or more.

You have any kids?

Nope.

How old is the boy?

- Nine. - Oh la la!

Why "oh la la!"?

You'll find out. Kids can be a problem...

Not tomorrow, now.

I can't now.

The shops are closed.

No they're not. It's not 7 yet.

We must wait for Mr. Lopez.

You'll have it tomorrow. Give me a break.

You said if I behaved,

I could have a car. I want it!

Well, so what?

You said we were going back to Paris.

Why are we here?

We'll sleep here and go back tomorrow.

I'm going back to Paris now!

All right then.

Go on.

Great, I'll have my car.

I'll not keep 'em forever.

It shouldn't take long...

Are you a bachelor?

Yeah.

And who is she?

Berthier's widow.

Yes, he was killed on duty in Turkey...

by drug peddlers...

That's why she jumped at this job.

She seems intelligent.

Should be all right.

And I'll talk to the kid.

Everything OK?

Tell him to buy my car.

We staying long?

Not long... 2 or 3 days...

I see.

Okay with you?

My car!

Leave me alone.

He drives me crazy.

Could you pass a toy shop?

- Why? - He wants a police car...

Or he'll make our life hell the whole evening.

Buy it now?

Yes, the shops will close.

What sort? A model?

Remote control?

With batteries.

With batteries.

And flashing light.

And a siren! And radio.

And a kick in the ass!

- Mr. Manoni? - Second floor.

Tell him I'll be up in a moment.

- Mr. Manoni, please. - Mr. Manoni's away.

Who's in charge then?

Can I help you, Sir?

Tell him it's Louis Lopez.

Mr. Lopez...

for Mr. Ligman.

Send him in.

Come in and sit down.

Mr. Manoni left no instructions about you.

I know you were promised a job...

but we can do nothing...

until Mr. Manoni returns.

When will he be back?

I can't exactly say.

But I've sold up in Tunis...

My bar and everything.

My brother wrote there'd be no problem...

Excuse me...

Damned siren!

A present for the kid... his birthday.

- How old? - Nine.

I brought the family with me, you see.

Can you get in touch Mr. Manoni?

You might...

Funny stuff.

You might... couldn't you... call him...

Don't you think Mr. Manoni has other problems?

Found one?

Yeah, but it wasn't easy.

It works.

Oh yes, it sure does.

Coming.

- Where is he? - In the bathroom.

Don't come in.

Spoken to him?

Spoken to him?

I was waiting for you.

We must think of something.

We must tell him why he must call me dad...

and why his name is Bertrand Lopez...

born in Tunis.

Quite a lot, eh?

Why not tell him the truth?

No, better not.

He watches TV?

Something like in a serial.

I'm on a secret mission in Nice.

Let him think I'm a secret agent.

Coming!

He has my car?

Who?

The chief inspector.

The chief inspector?

He looks like a cop.

Don't you think he is a cop?

Don't come in.

Keep quiet and go out.

Here's your car.

But you must promise something.

What?

Never repeat what you just said.

Your mother will explain why.

If you obey,

I'll buy you a race track...

with Ferraris and Porsches.

- Expecting someone? - No.

Stay here.

Mr. Lopez?

My name is Rodriguez.

I'm on the next floor.

When I heard...

that a Lopez had arrived... I had to meet you.

You're from?

Tunis.

I'm from Mostaganem. Can I come in?

We just arrived.

I won't stay long.

Mrs. Lopez, I presume?

Not too tired from the journey?

No, she is not tired.

When my wife and I arrived here...

we were worn out.

It was a difficult time...

but that's all over, eh?

So you're from Tunis?

I have lots of buddies from Tunis here.

You know Herrero?

No.

What? You don't know Herrero.

Maurice Herrero...

the Babelkara Garage.

Excuse me, but we just arrived...

Where did you pick up that accent?

I once lived in Paris.

I thought so.

Thanks for dropping by.

Come down for a drink.

To celebrate your arrival.

Like we do at home.

Excuse me...

I've just buried my brother today.

I'm very sorry... Please excuse me.

My heartfelt sympathy.

Another time then.

I really am very sorry.

I don't like the look of that guy.

If he comes again...

don't let him in.

He'd soon find out you've never been to Tunis.

And now let's play at being the Lopez family.

Call me Louis.

I'll call you Francoise.

Where is my bag?

How sweet, but I usually do it myself.

Then do it yourself.

So I know where things are.

I'm a bachelor, you know.

I have my own little habits.

I'm a little obsessed with this.

Still it was very nice of you to do that.

Thank you.

Not a bad apartment, eh?

Bright and functional...

Just as well, since we'll be sharing...

we have to live together.

We'll try to get on well.

If we all try... we'll manage.

There should be no problems.

I'm not worried, not a bit.

Nice room for the boy.

It's not his.

Only one double bed.

I can't sleep in there.

Do you have another idea?

Turn it down! I must call.

Lucas? Everything's OK.

No problems at all.

It's running smoothly.

That's fine.

Your brother's girlfriend...

who was at the funeral...

works for them too as a pusher.

She's an American called Marianne Halifax.

7, rue Vivien...

second floor.

She's a model... for men's magazines.

Plenty of stuff here.

Check this out, man!

Can't be far now.

Better be with 50$ on the meter.

One way street.

Wait, I'll reverse.

Never anybody here.

Holy shit!

They had their lights off!

Your driving backwards wasn't smarter!

Serious?

Looks like it. Call the police.

Are you OK?

I don't need this.

Me neither.

I'll go and call.

Where you going?

He is crazy.

I don't think so. What happened?

A big white car went by and bang!

There are his papers.

And off he went.

Cafe du Marche?

At Magnan... A bar for Portuguese...

working on the highway.

And me?

And my fare?

Free?

Yes, Sir.

Cafe du Marche.

How much?

40$.

Night rate, hey!

Is Paralda here?

Where?

He's down below.

I brought back your papers.

Don't worry. I'm not a cop.

But I want to know...

why they tried to run you over.

Did you see anything?

Let me go!

You assholes!

Cold beef in the fridge and beans in the oven.

Lucas? Campana speaking.

They got Marianne Halifax.

Look for a car with a damaged wing.

The driver's killed...

a Portuguese worker...

at Magnan.

Other details from...

You frightened me.

What's up?

I was dreaming.

I was riding a motorbike...

very fast.

I had an accident.

Lots of blood.

A nightmare.

Now go off to sleep.

Sleep tight.

Hullo, Campana... What's happening?

The kid had a nightmare.

Nothing to laugh about.

Good night, Frangoise and Bertrand.

Let him sleep, come and wash.

Stop that now.

What's all this?

For oily hair and dandruff

The inspector has dandruff.

Don't touch this.

It's disgusting.

Eliminates effects of perspiration

He perspires.

Enough.

Must be rotten.

He's got smelly feet too.

Shut up, you'll wake him.

And he has headaches and dry mouth too.

We got an invalid here.

Sorry.

- Sleep well? - Yes, thanks.

There's hot coffee.

I'll fix breakfast.

Don't worry, I'll do it.

Occupied!

He's nuts.

Just a minute.

Take your time.

Bathroom's free.

You could knock.

Sorry.

Wait for me.

Thanks for the coffee.

That's all right, Sir.

Mr. Rodriguez visited us last night.

How he talks.

He does talk.

He often asked me...

when you were arriving. So anxious to see you.

Has he been here long?

I'm new here myself. I don't know everybody...

Thank you and goodbye.

Damn Rodriguez.

Mustn't say "damn".

Must he, mummy?

No, he mustn't.

Well, I'll be off.

Come to the market?

Sorry, I've things to do.

I'll see you later.

I need some money.

Really?

That's not much.

How much then?

100$. I'll give you back...

the change.

Need that much?

Don't know I'm going shopping.

I'll come after all.

Better to be seen together.

A tomato salad and fish.

Like grilled sole?

2 pounds of tomatoes.

At 2,50$ a pound?

Yes, Sir, 2,50$.

We'll go somewhere else. I'm not paying 2,50$.

How much should they be?

I only pay 2$ in Paris. Why 2,50$ in tomato country?

You do your own shopping?

Yes, every Saturday.

1$ a lb. Those carrots look good.

I love carrots.

I hate carrots.

Carrots are full of vitamines.

I want tomatoes.

Shut up! A pound of carrots.

He doesn't like them.

2 lbs. of tomatoes.

Endives with tomatoes.

They're much too expensive.

You eat carrots on your own. We'll have endives.

Your son's getting to me.

He's your son too, honey.

A pound of carrots.

Endives.

And tomatoes.

Can't I play with...

the others in the park?

No, stay home.

I'll get bored.

I want him home.

Buy him his race track then.

He can play in the park after all.

Watch him, eh?

Tell everyone you're Lopez.

Good afternoon.

Are you well, Mr. Lopez?

Will you manage, Mrs. Lopez?

We need your husband.

So you don't pay your taxi?

See you later.

Let's start again.

The driver took a fare...

to the rue Vivien.

Big man with low forehead...

and large ears.

Why there, Lopez?

To see my brother's fiancee.

And so she gets killed.

You bring bad luck.

Then to a cafe...

I go to a cafe to have a drink.

When Lopez goes to a cafe...

a Portuguese gets killed.

Lopez went out last night.

Three dead bodies.

You're getting on my nerves.

We are getting on his nerves.

You know these Portuguese?

No.

Nothing to say?

Yes... fuck off!

I told you there was...

not to be any police brutality.

Well, it's been half an hour.

Who asked you?

Right, leave him to me.

I'm sorry...

Take off your ring when you hit a colleague.

I'm really very sorry.

You OK?

Just great. The kid is a pest...

she spends my money...

and I get beat up.

Paradise!

And your health?

What a mess I'm in.

Marriage must be awful.

But we know the killers are Americans.

Really?

The Portuguese talked before he died.

Two men. Two Americans.

Why here?

Liquidating Manoni's gang.

- Why? - Don't know.

I'll go back home.

I'll say I've let you go as a bait...

but they'll be on your tail non-stop.

Don't you have two others?

Go and wash your face. You're a mess.

See what you'll get when daddy comes.

Little pest, aren't you ashamed?

It's not funny.

You're both ridiculous.

I told them I was Lopez...

from Tunis.

Bravo.

They insulted me...

so I beat 'em up.

It's not funny.

Now there are three of us from Tunis... Gomez, Sanchez and me.

I'm head of the gang and it will be hell.

Don't say that.

Think it's funny?

I thought you would lecture him.

Guess he's not your kid.

He talks like a gangster...

and you laugh.

Look out, it's hot.

You shouldn't use bad words.

Eat your salad.

Don't want it.

What is that?

I don't want salad.

I bought it for you.

8$20 cents.

What's all this?

It's for you we got these goddam endives.

Don't use bad words.

Funny.

Look after your own son.

What's all that?

Cream cheese.

Yeah! But why 5 boxes?

- He collects them. - What?

- Collect cheese? - Pirates.

There are pictures of them.

He collects them.

Five boxes of cheese for pictures of pirates?

And ravioli for stamps...

and soap for soldiers...

candies for transfers...

and gas for precious stones.

And you know why?

Because I've a little boy of 9.

Help me out?

Mr. Lopez.

Not now.

I'm in conference.

Am I disturbing?

This is Louis Lopez...

Maurice's brother.

These gentlemen knew Maurice well.

There's nothing we can do for you now.

We're going through rough times.

I hope you understand.

Do you have a phone?

Tell Mr. Manoni I know who murdered my brother.

It was two Americans.

Should I kill them myself or wait for his orders?

I'll do what the boss says.

If I have a boss...

Gentlemen.

Call Mr. Manoni! Now!

You've seen the kid?

Playing football.

That's my shirt.

I'm ironing it.

But it's a drip-dry.

You've ruined it.

A 200$ shirt.

I didn't know...

I didn't ask...

What do you think?

Think I like this act?

I don't like it either.

Alone, I'd have done better with less trouble.

I did not need a wife and child.

- It's done some good. - What?

The "real you" came out.

An old bachelor with obsessive habits...

and cheap too.

Inspector Campana with his drip-dry shirts...

his shopping bag and tight purse.

Pack up and leave tonight.

With pleasure.

Made an apple pie?

For Daddy

Have you seen this?

Pretty... What is it?

An elephant and a hunter.

He draws well.

Where's the elephant?

I don't know.

Sorry, I was wrong.

Stay here...

I need you.

Let's look for Bertrand.

Which one?

I don't know.

Like it here?

Yes, I've buddies.

I talked to your mother about you...

she says you're not being very good.

Now choose.

I'm not hungry.

Have an eclair.

No thanks.

You're a big boy...

and must behave like one.

You'll be a man.

You know,

it's not always easy for a mother.

Try to help her.

Stop being...

He's going to be sick, mum?

Two gentlemen came to see you.

They'll be back.

Two men?

Yes, two Americans.

What's the matter?

Go to the first cinema...

and wait for me.

- What... - Nothing.

Stay there till I come.

Hurry up now.

What's the movie?

Good... I'll surround the district.

I'll talk to them first.

Pick them up afterwards.

OK.

Everything in order?

Got a second?

Guess what I've got.

A nice bottle.

Sorry, I'm expecting someone.

Another time.

Emergency!

Surround rue Giuglia.

Rendez-vous crossroads Giuglia-Victor Hugo.

Group 45 Giuglia-Rossini.

47...

Verdi-Giuglia.

Await further instructions.

Can you spare a few minutes?

Come in.

We'd like to have a talk with you.

We work for the NDDB.

The Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs Bureau.

Causing a stir... Mr. Lopez.

We'll tell you why your brother died.

It's war between the American gang...

and Manoni's.

The organization... or mafia if you like...

works with Manoni...

as with other drug peddlers.

Now they've decided to liquidate Manoni.

Why?

He was to deliver 100 kilos to the States.

He didn't keep his word.

The mob sent 2 hitmen to Nice.

They first killed your brother

who was in charge of transport

to the States.

Since nothing came through...

the shooting continues.

Why tell me?

Because you're going to get Manoni back here.

I don't get it.

Nor does Manoni... That's why he left.

He did send the drugs... but they vanished.

So tell him you've found them in this flat.

Rented by your brother...

He could easily have hidden them here.

Tell Manoni that my brother is a traitor?

Can't hurt him anymore.

Just tell Manoni you got them.

And ready to make a deal with him...

So he'll come...

and be killed by the hitmen?

The French Police know about this?

I thought you worked with them?

The French Police...

Let's talk about the French Police.

They're completely paralyzed.

They can't touch people like Manoni...

who have friends in high places.

The French Police just go back to their kennel.

Really?

The peddlers are even protected...

Impossible!

The French Police!

Nearly all the drugs from France...

are sent to the USA.

So we've decided to act the American way.

But why should I? I'm a Frenchman.

To be safe.

You're safe on our side.

We'll give you protection.

If you go with Manoni...

What then?

You'll end up like your brother.

I promise you.

And you have a wife and child.

I need time to think it over.

Don't take too long.

What are you doing here?

And you?

What is all this?

Cops arresting other cops?

RAVAGES OF DESIRE

Couldn't go in.

I can see that.

What's up?

Two American Narcotics cops wanted to see me.

Just like those on TV: big and tough.

So?

So nothing. Just as dumb as the French.

Eating here?

I'm waiting for Lucas' call.

I'll make some soup.

I'd like to know what the Americans are up to.

What's "desire", dad?

"Ravages of Desire"?

I don't know.

Who did you say? Who? Hold on.

Bertrand... for you.

Who?

Gomez.

What's that?

Shit!

Asshole!

Later, shithead!

Who?

Sanchez.

Who?

Sanchez, your pal.

You idiot!

Tell 'em not to make a habit of it.

I need the phone.

Call you back later when it's less busy.

Who's there? Lucas?

Do you mind?

Don't splutter into the phone.

Your line's busy.

The Americans are coming to my office...

to talk things over.

Why not tell me you pinched the drug?

Well, tell me.

Aren't we colleagues?

Then put that out.

We found 100 kilos of heroin in New York...

on a boat from Marseille.

We substituted...

flour for the heroin...

taking every precaution...

to make sure nobody suspected...

the Narcotics Bureau.

So the Mafia want Manoni...

So the Mafia does your work?

What methods are these?

Chicago ones?

And you say the French Police...

protect the drug runners. Maybe we're on the make too?

I didn't say that.

Anyhow, we don't use killers.

We thought it best...

You should have warned us, anyhow.

You didn't tell us about the false Lopez.

You have your secrets too.

We'd have told you later.

So would we.

Enough now, gentlemen.

You see to the two killers.

- I'll get Manoni here. - How?

I want 100 kilos of heroin... quickly...

hidden in my cellar.

That's an American idea.

It's a French cellar.

Right, the one about the pirate.

You've told that one.

Not asleep?

He's so restless.

Tell me a story.

That's what I'm doing.

I know all yours.

Won't you tell him a story?

Tell him one about gangsters.

I'm not here to rock your kid to sleep.

Tell him to shut up.

Only a few minutes.

I don't know any stories.

Good night!

What can I tell him?

Anything you like.

Once upon a time there was a cop in the Narcotics Brigade...

who was sent to arrest drug traffickers...

and he had a big surprise...

because he had more trouble with other cops than with...

the criminals.

American police... French police...

all trying to do each other dirt...

He's asleep...

The drugs cop is beaten up by other cops...

gets French cops to arrest the American cops...

and concludes...

that nowadays cops keep each other so busy that...

who needs gangsters?

We've found 'em. Welcome Hotel...

Good, I'll see to it.

Call the Fire Department.

Say there's a fire here.

Surprise effect.

Make way!

- What's up? - The fire.

What fire?

Hose here...

Look at that.

I want two killers.

I save lives.

Help!

Get the net!

Shout again...

louder...

Jump!

Where are they?

Don't know.

Fine mess you've made...

We'll get 'em.

Trouble is they're suspicious.

"Alsace-Lorraine Gardens"... mean anything to you?

It's where the kid goes to play.

I found a seat ticket in their room.

Campana! Can you hear me?

Look out for my walls.

Modern furniture!

It's very good but expensive.

100 kilos of heroin.

Worth... 22 million.

Sign the receipt.

To the cellar.

- Take it down? - I'm afraid so.

Mr. Lopez? How're you doing?

Pretty good.

What's up? Not moving house?

What a load!

Shall I help you?

Don't you ever work?

Always at home.

Well, I'm on sick leave.

Then don't carry things.

Go have a rest.

Hold on, guys!

Bought new furniture?

Mr. Rodriguez?

One floor down.

- Who was it? - No one.

- Where's Bertrand? - In the park.

Go get him.

Pack your things.

I'm taking you to a hotel.

What's up?

I bought a lobster for lunch.

Lobster?

I got it cheap so I thought you'd be happy.

Right! Put it in the freezer.

We'll eat it later.

I'm going for Bertrand. Pack.

Ah, there he is!

Come along with us.

- What's up? - Your son fired a gun...

He's waiting at the police station.

Fucking great.

Lots of visitors...

Soon we'll have the National Guard!

You must be mad...

to leave a weapon like that...

near a child.

It was on a shelf.

On a shelf!

A 7.65 is no cookies.

Odd way to bring up children.

If he has a gun at 9?

What'll he get for his 12th birthday?

A bazooka?

This isn't Tunisia.

Kids don't play with guns here.

We'll teach the kid...

and you too!

Get me Lucas!

What?

Inspector Lucas... 85.69.21.

Make it fast!

Inspector Lucas, please.

Inspector Chauvet... 7th Precinct.

Lucas? Campana here.

Local cop causing trouble. Talk to him!

Yes, Sir.

Very good, Sir.

You could have told me.

Goodbye... Sir.

You ought to be a cop.

You're at the police station more than we are.

What's up now?

- Go to hell! - What? What?

- Not with the kid... - Did you hear him?

- Very familiar! - We must teach him a lesson.

The kid...

We'll tweak his ears.

Wait here!

Where you going?

You're trespassing...

on private property.

Private property... violation...

Article 184 of the Penal Code, April 1832.

What is all this?

Oh wow!

Sorry, dad.

N° 306 with bathroom. Could you fill out the form?

We've a big apartment in Paris.

You could live with us.

Well, I'm off.

Don't go out, eh?

Be quick.

100 kilos in the cellar.

22 million dollars at street price.

My brother wanted to be on his own.

That's not my idea. I want to work with you.

Take your stuff and introduce me to Manoni.

Rodriguez, introduce us, please.

Mr. Ligman, business manager...

Mr. Campana...

of the Narcotics Bureau.

Delighted.

Good work, Mr. Campana.

Remarkable!

The false wife and child...

Good strategy!

Cops are intelligent today.

Yes, they study and take exams...

they've brains...

He must be a graduate...

studied criminology.

Not lazy either.

Taking 100 kilos of heroin to a cellar.

They're real martyrs.

Finished?

Yes... Goodbye, Inspector.

Show him out.

May I use the phone first?

Get me Inspector Lucas, please.

He's trying to get the killers.

I'll tell him not to.

They're useful to us.

Let them get on with it.

Miss, cancel that call.

You mean?

My brains tell me you're washed up!

The mafia will get you all.

Tell Manoni we'll protect him.

I don't quite see...

If he's bumped off...

someone'll replace him.

We don't want to kill...

but arrest the pushers... the chemists...

find the secret labs.

Smoke out the nest.

So you're proposing...

to save our skins by putting us in prison?

Yes.

Manoni surely won't agree.

We can ask him.

Is he back?

He's never left.

He chooses his country homes well.

This is a perfect hideout.

Mr. Manoni's coming.

May I offer you a drink?

Here's Mr. Manoni.

No time to get acquainted...

Good... I'm on my way.

It's Campana.

Ligman's going to spill the beans.

I think so too.

But we must find them.

Right, I'll send 'em to you.

Go to it.

We must arrest the killers.

It's gone on too long.

Hotel Atlantic? Mrs. Lopez?

Give her a kiss.

No reply from her room.

Give me the reception then.

Reception? Seen Mrs. Lopez?

She went out ten minutes ago, Sir.

Two men came...

Yes, Sir.

She left her bags here.

The boy went too.

Told you it was dumb taking that kid along.

That you Lucas?

We've found the two killers.

They're eating there.

Got a cigarette?

No, not those.

Why wait?

For backups.

What about my wife and kid?

They are not your wife and kid.

What muck you smoke!

I like 'em.

Get on with the job!

It's my job. Let me do it.

Stop him!

Stay there!

Where's my wife?

- Where are they? - I don't know.

Fucking hell!

I agree with you.

We'll find them... don't worry.

What a mess!

Tell him to fuck off.

Don't start again!

Inspector...

This guy isn't the real Lopez. We found...

his wife and child.

Hiding in a hotel.

We must find out.

If Lopez isn't Lopez, who is Lopez?

And who's he?

What's his game?

Are those 2 clowns always like this?

Perhaps we ought to synchronize better.

- I'd like a room. - Certainly, Sir.

We'll leave early tomorrow.

N° 407, Mr. Lopez.

Campana.

Not Lopez, Campana.

Awkward with different names.

Isn't it, dad... Eh, mum?

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