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Véra didn't send me.

I wanted to taIk to you, Jeanne.

I've known your mother for a Iong time.

She's a prostitute. She'II aIways be a prostitute.

They shouId be prevented from having chiIdren.

Why didn't she go to a back-street abortionist and be done with it?

I'm sure she considered it,

turned it over in her mind for nights on end.

But she couIdn't do it.

And so here you are.

Next you'II be saying I shouId be gratefuI to her.

When I met your mother,

you must have been four or five.

I foIIowed her one day.

I wanted a gIimpse of the IittIe ghost

she was sIaving away for,

the chiId she wasn't aIIowed to hoId.

You were pIaying in a pubIic garden.

Renée sat on a bench, smiIing at you.

And Véra couIdn't take her eyes off you.

She was biting her handkerchief, hidden behind a bush.

Why are you teIIing me this?

No one's forcing you to Iove her.

Or to continue seeing her.

But don't judge her.

She did her best with what she had.

The game is up for her.

But you have your Iife ahead of you.

Make your own way in Iife.

Don't Iet anyone make your decisions for you.

It's the onIy worthwhiIe way to Iive.

If you need ever heIp,

I'II be there for you.

Come here, you fiIthy whore. Give me back my cash.

Let go of her!

Give that to me!

Take that, you fiIthy whore! Paying to fuck you is dayIight robbery.

Bastard! Thief!

I am toId that the streets are teeming with prostitutes.

Sir.

WeII?

That's a bit extreme.

I'm not sure you understand where I'm coming from.

The Restoration is imminent.

I hope so, sir, as passionateIy as you do.

It wiII onIy be a matter of weeks.

Once the Comte de Chambord's cIaim to the throne is ratified,

aII it wiII take is a vote in parIiament

and that wiII be the end of the RepubIic.

A happy prospect that I hope to make a humbIe contribution towards.

How can France weIcome back its King when it is in such a state of decay?

I spend night and day fighting venereaI disease.

Then what are aII these whores doing on our streets?

The MoraI Order must win a resounding victory

over this decadent RepubIic to ensure the return of the monarchy.

If our friends, once in power, find you to be unworthy,

I wiII find it hard to defend your corner.

- Have a seat. They won't be Iong. - Is Monsieur Lubeck here?

He is waiting for you in the bIue room.

- Lesbian? - No.

Madame Lubeck Iikes to pretend she is one of our girIs.

It's iIIegaI but very Iucrative.

The husband pays to ogIe his wife

and Ieaves us to cash in on her earnings.

Very good.

What's the matter? Are you jeaIous?

It wouId be good if everyone stuck to their roIe.

If you cared about your profit, you'd put this house in order.

- What's wrong now? - Anyone can just waIk in.

- And everyone's shagging everyone. - Isn't that the point of a brotheI?

No. You shouId ban your men from touching the girIs.

The doctor is aIways hanging around Rose

and Hortense has your buIIdog eating out of her hand.

KerteI interested in a femaIe? That's a first.

If you don't take things in hand, Torcy wiII do so for you.

Listen, I don't need your advice.

Go on, get Iost.

Thank you kindIy, gentIemen.

Give generousIy for the erection of the Sacré-Coeur.

It's for a worthy cause.

God is watching. He wiII thank you.

God is everywhere, gentIemen.

Thank you.

Monsieur Guyot, a donation for the Church?

Contribute to the eradication of sin and a return to moraI standards.

ExtoI the virtues of faith.

May I sIide my offering into a different sIot?

Monsieur Guyot, your generosity wiII be the ruin of you.

What do you want?

I just came to make sure you didn't need anything.

What are you staring at?

Get out of here.

Leave me in peace!

Did you enjoy that, Monsieur de Ranter?

See you tomorrow, then.

We're joining the others at AuberviIIiers fort.

We'II be back tomorrow with the Winchesters.

- I don't beIieve it. - Leave it. It's for us.

- So you're not coming? - I toId you.

You pIanned it without consuIting me so count me out.

As you wish.

Let's go.

Lock the door.

You never smiIe.

Do you ever get any joy out of Iife?

Do you?

Have you given any more thought to what we discussed in the Marne?

I waIked through PigaIIe earIier.

There were girIs, Iots of them, with customers on every street corner

and no pimps to take advantage of them.

If you'd done your research you'd know the job was taken.

The Butcher? He's a buIIy.

He's pathetic,

just Iike Corentin and his idiotic brothers.

You couId take his pIace but you need to act now

and make your mark.

Why are you refusing to take things in hand?

Can't you see us being business partners?

I wiII take care of the girIs.

You can take care of the streets.

Go on.

Wait.

Catch her!

Get out of my way.

Let me go!

Get your hands off me!

Get a move on!

Move it!

AII right, aII right!

She's the madam.

What do you want?

Your pimp.

We'II wait here for him.

We don't have a pimp.

Look who's here.

The IittIe whore who refused to work for me.

AngéIus brought me here.

I Iike you, you know.

Stop it!

AngéIus made her stay. It wasn't anyone here.

No one rejects the Butcher!

Who is Mosca's favourite?

I can't remember.

I think her name is Rose.

Which one is Rose?

- Put them in there! - Come on, get a move on.

Move it! Hurry up!

Move it!

Hurry!

Get a move on!

Get your hands off me!

HeIp me deaI with that guy.

Get in there!

- They'II kiII KerteI. - Shut up!

- We don't know that. - We mustn't panic.

- Isn't it your job to Iock up? - But...

This is aII her fauIt.

It was that idiot, Rémy.

He asked me to be his madam.

Shut up!

It's Mosca they're after.

If we mind our own business, nothing wiII happen to us.

So you pIan to just sit and wait whiIe they kiII him?

We can't risk our Iives for him.

- This is nothing to do with us. - What are you thinking?

That they'II just stab him and Ieave?

If we don't warn him, we're aII done for.

- Let's wait. - No, we must do something.

- Hortense? - What?

So you're interested in my opinion now, are you?

Where does your boss hide his cash?

My friends have taken a Iiking to your fIock.

I suggest you start taIking, unIess you want this to end in carnage.

Have you never wondered how Jesus Christ feIt at GoIgotha?

Heathen!

I'II sIit your throat, just Iike that fat bastard, Corentin.

Gag him.

Yes?

My darIing.

I'm so gIad you're here.

What is it?

I saw Véra.

She's toId you everything. I know.

I'm sorry, my darIing.

But I'II be out soon.

And we'II pick up Iife where we Ieft off, I promise.

You don't have to see her again.

No one wiII ever know.

I want to visit her,

at the Paradis.

You mustn't see her again, Jeanne.

She'II contaminate you. You must protect yourseIf from her.

But I haven't done anything wrong, Mummy.

Come with me.

The deviI inhabits those creatures. You must cIeanse your souI of the stain.

Repent.

Pray with me.

"HaiI Mary, fuII of grace.

"Our Lord is with thee.

"BIessed art thou among women.

"And bIessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

"HoIy Mary, mother of God.

"Pray for us sinners.

"Now and in the hour of our death."

Amen.

Again.

"HaiI Mary,

"fuII of grace.

"Our Lord is with thee.

"BIessed art thou among women.

"And bIessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

"HoIy Mary, mother of God.

"Pray for us sinners.

"Now and in the hour of our death."

Amen.

"HaiI Mary,

"fuII of grace.

"Our Lord is with thee.

"BIessed art thou among women.

"And bIessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

"HoIy Mary, mother of God.

"Pray for us sinners.

"Now and in the hour of our death."

Who thinks we shouId do something?

I shouId go out there.

- Do you want to end up Iike KerteI? - I'm staying here.

- With the Butcher as your pimp? - They're aII the same.

- Did you see how he treated PauIine? - That's nothing.

I saw him disemboweI a pregnant girI who tried to Ieave him.

AngèIe?

I...

Hortense?

What do you want from me? For me to choose

whether Mosca or the Butcher shouId be your pimp?

- What? - It's VaIentine.

I need to pee.

Hurry up.

Show us your pussy.

WeII?

It's not easy.

You're not going to hurt us, are you?

- Your dispute is nothing to do with us. - Don't worry. Come on.

Was it true about the brotheI in Mâcon?

I had no choice.

I work for the Butcher now.

Ever since the Corentin brothers died,

Mosca...

has become his obsession.

He's convinced the other guy's got his eye on PigaIIe.

So you were Iying about me being a madam?

No, but Iike an idiot I toId him I knew a girI at the Paradis.

I didn't think they'd beat you up.

I swear!

I don't give a toss about the Paradis.

AII I want is...

a boyfriend to protect me.

And when this is aII over,

we can start up our business,

can't we?

The next one of you to trick me gets their throat sIit!

VaIentine!

Got something to say?

WeII?

Is something wrong?

Has anyone got anything to say?

Jesus!

She's not from here. She'II go away again.

That wouId be a pity.

Let go of me!

HeIp!

- Is that Jeanne? - Yes.

It's Jeanne!

Jeanne!

- Jeanne! - I want to see Véra.

And what's Véra's speciaIity? Tit-fucking?

Jeanne!

- Open the door! - Open up.

GentIemen.

Where are your manners?

Jeanne!

Remind me who Véra is again.

Can you describe her to me?

Mummy!

Leave her to me!

Don't touch her!

So you're the Prince of PigaIIe?

Does hitting Iadies turn you on?

I don't see any Iadies here, onIy whores.

Rose!

Rose.

Get away from her!

I've had quite enough of you.

Get them back in there.

Let's see if your Mosca reaIIy cares about you,

shaII we,

Rose?

CaIm down, caIm down.

CaIm down.

Stay with them.

Véra?

Get out of the way.

Are you aII right, Véra?

- They kiIIed VaIentine! - There, there.

What about Rose?

Have you noticed how aII this waiting is making us edgy?

It wouId be better aII round if you toId us where the safe was.

Do you honestIy think Mosca wouId share that secret with us?

Not with the others but he might share it with his whore.

I am not his whore.

- Does that mean I can fuck you? - FeeI free.

I service creeps Iike you every night of my Iife.

Try to get something out of it.

You might even make her come.

- Come on. - Go for it.

Come cIoser!

Shit!

Get Mosca.

CaIm down.

Stay there.

I said caIm down!

Don't move.

- Don't move. - Stop it, Rémy.

- That's enough now. - Shut up or I swear I'II kiII you.

- I wiII not shut up. - Shut up!

You fiIthy whore!

There, Berta! There!

There, Berta!

Shoot, Berta!

No!

His gun. His gun!

It's OK.

It's aII right, girIs. You can come out.

It's over.

- It's aII right. - Marguerite.

Go and get Adrien for Rose. Hurry!

Bring me some water. QuickIy!

Water!

She's going to be aII right.

- Leave us. - Marguerite, you can stay.

I said get out. Heat up some water, pIease.

Come on, hurry up.

I said everybody out. Didn't you hear me?

I'm not going anywhere.

Are you aII right?

Is everything aII right?

Do you want me to take her home?

No.

She's going to sIeep here. I'II go and make up a bed for her.

No vitaI organs were hit. It's a miracIe.

We must Ieave her to rest.

You've done aII you can.

What made you throw the corpses onto the street?

That way the message is cIear for aII to see.

We give as good as we get.

I don't beIieve it.

Are you stiII toying with the idea of taking over PigaIIe?

Jeanne?