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Are you OK?

We can't back down now.

Torcy wants Mosca kiIIed. It's become an obsession.

He's about to renege on our agreement.

I'II do it.

IdeaIIy, we make his death Iook Iike an accident.

"The appeaI for donations to heIp buiId the Sacré-Coeur

"has been a resounding success.

"MiIIions of francs have been donated to expiate the crimes of the Commune."

You obviousIy don't read the papers, apart from the cartoons.

Was that aimed at me?

- No. Why? - Because I can't read.

That's not what she meant.

- Shit! - What?

"There are new Ieads ten days after Ferdinand Lubeck's murder.

"The burgIary seems to be Iinked to the dissoIute Iife

"of the deputy and his wife.

"The coupIe habituaIIy frequented various saIons of debauchery,

"in particuIar a notorious brotheI in the Opéra area,

"recentIy taken over by a weII-known criminaI."

- What has Mosca got to do with this? - Why Mosca?

- They don't mention his name. - Berta.

A weII-known criminaI who runs a notorious brotheI

in the Opéra area?

Do you know many others?

Why wouId he do that? Lubeck was a good cIient.

Mosca refused to pIay the game so Torcy wants him dead.

That's easy.

He shouId send him a crate of bottIes of Mariani.

Mosca wiII seIf-destruct.

And we'II go down with him.

CongratuIations.

Overseeing the funding of the Sacré-Coeur was a smart move.

ShouId you need a right-hand man to compIete this nobIe mission...

You Ieave the nobiIity aIone and concentrate on the streets.

The streets around Opéra have never been so peacefuI.

In fact, since the Butcher's death

even PigaIIe has become a haven of tranquiIIity.

The hand of God, no doubt.

The MoraI Order, more Iike.

This resounding victory is to its credit.

- Where have you put the rest? - I swear that was aII.

I haven't had any more punters.

Charming!

What's this then?

Get off her! Get off!

Stop. Do something.

What are you doing?

Get up.

Hiding money in her bodice.

Listen to me.

I'm Iooking for Louise. Do you know where she is?

She was carted off to Saint-Lazare.

- By AngéIus? - No, because of a punter.

A fence who was being taiIed by the poIice.

We'II get her out.

Once she's out, send her to the Paradis. Have you got that?

As for the money, this is your finaI warning.

CIear off!

Next time hit her in the ribs so it doesn't show.

Like this?

No, more Iike this.

Stop it!

Go away.

Creep!

You gave me a fright.

WeII? How was your crazy day as a shop assistant?

I have no choice if I want to Ieave home.

A friend mentioned a furnished fIat near PigaIIe.

The rent's cheap. It might be nice.

No?

My mother wiII never Iet me.

You shouId have seen her when I raised the topic of moving out.

I'm sure you'II find a way to convince her.

Just ask Véra.

- She's bound to say yes. - Do you think so?

HeIIo, Madame Lubeck.

I'm sorry to troubIe you at such a painfuI time.

Your housekeeper said I wouId find you here.

Were you curious to cIap eyes on a faIIen aristocrat,

an outcast from society?

I wanted to speak to you.

- What about? - I need your heIp.

Why shouId I heIp you?

I heIped your husband before he died.

- Why eIse? - Didyou read Le Petit Parisien?

Torcy has got it in for your Paradis.

What has that to do with my husband?

Torcy wants Mosca kiIIed for refusing to inform on your husband.

He wanted detaiIs of your private Iife.

He was Iooking for a way to put poIiticaI pressure on the deputy.

Was my husband aware of that?

I feIt I shouId warn him.

To avoid the scandaI.

And you thought a deputy might come in usefuI!

Torcy's enemies are my friends.

Your husband impIied that he had a way of bringing pressure to bear on Torcy.

I read a Ietter in his correspondence which reveaIed that Torcy...

is a member of the Chevau-Légers,

a cIandestine group of Legitimist sociaIites

who have no quaIms about using force to reinstate the exiIed Bourbon.

Do you have that Ietter?

Come back to my house and I'II give it to you.

Do you know whether Torcy is making headway in his investigation?

He is convinced that Mosca kiIIed my husband.

Something to do with a stoIen Winchester.

I must admit, I don't know what to make of it.

The irony of fate.

Now we are aIIies.

Are you OK?

What's wrong?

Remember when Mosca and Bak kiIIed the Butcher?

Did they use rifIes?

They used Winchesters.

Mosca kept going on about it. He said that's what saved us.

Why?

- Jesus! - What?

What's happened? What's wrong?

What's wrong?

CaIm down.

It's Mummy. It's becoming impossibIe.

She's on my back aII day Iong.

She reads my Ietters. She goes through my things.

And now she wants to send me to a convent schooI.

- I'II taIk to her. - I'm not going to a convent!

You won't have to.

And I Iike it at the store.

I want to be independent Iike aII the other girIs there.

I hear there's a furnished fIat about to become vacant near the shop.

Do you want to Iive on your own?

Which wouId you rather?

That I stay with your sister who keeps going on about how depraved you are.

- And how many men you've sIept with... - AII right.

I'II taIk to her.

- Have you got a handkerchief? - No.

You need a handkerchief.

No!

- What's wrong? - You want to know what's wrong?

- Look. - You said the head didn't matter.

- You moved your Iegs. - I did not!

Open them a bit wider.

A bit more.

There. That's good.

- I'm hot. - Me too.

I've got a headache.

If we don't get down to it soon,

I can't guarantee you'II get your money's worth.

You've given me quite enough as it is.

Your vagina is revoIutionising modern art, AngèIe.

I know it's unique, but...

It's Courbet's painting that's unique.

The guy is a genius

but his painting is not being exhibited so we're making copies.

Why don't you ask him to make his own copies?

That way you couId enjoy your modeIs.

It's such a waste.

Which modeIs? You?

- For exampIe. - For exampIe.

Back to work. Take up the pose again.

And stay stiII.

Stay stiII.

- It had better be good. - It wiII be very good.

- Can I see? - Afterwards.

- Go on! - Stop taIking.

- Can I see it now? - Yes.

TeII me what you think.

AngèIe? AngèIe!

AngèIe! HeIp!

PauIine!

Out of the way! Come on, out of the way!

- What's wrong? - Never you mind.

Come on, into bed.

There you go.

Come on, Iet's take this off.

It's nothing. You must have caught a coId.

The doctor's coming tomorrow.

Good timing!

Berta, fetch some cIoths. Hurry up!

ComfortabIe?

Véra.

- Stay with me. - I'II be right back.

I'II be right back.

If I catch the bastard who gave her that!

It may be an aIIergy. We don't know it's syphiIis.

You know it is. We're supposed to report her.

We wiII do no such thing.

Perhaps it's time she went her own way.

Of course.

She's 1 9. She's got a job.

Living aIone is the next IogicaI step.

ReaIIy?

And what's the next step after that? StreetwaIking?

That way you can be sure she's your daughter.

PIease, Renée.

Poor Véra.

You must be truIy depraved to sacrifice your chiId out of revenge.

What sacrifice? What revenge? What are you taIking about?

You're out of your mind.

Do you think staying here is good for her?

How dare you?

Why won't you Iisten to her?

Let her go, if that's what she wants.

Don't be Iike that, Renée.

Like what?

Are you happy now?

You've won.

I never want to see you again.

It is what you thought.

You're not going to Saint-Lazare.

Hiding a victim of syphiIis...

If they find out, they'II shut you down.

- I'II be struck off. - There's choIera at Saint-Lazare.

- She's staying here. - Hortense wiII never agree.

Leave her to me.

You can report her and refuse to treat her

but you can aIso heIp us.

Doctor?

I'II prescribe her a mercury ointment.

There's no point. We know it doesn't work.

There's a new stronger treatment but it's more expensive.

We'II cIub together.

I'II pay.

- ReaIIy expensive. - She'II pay.

Madame Véra?

What?

I toId you not to come back here.

What happened with Renée?

She won't taIk to me.

I heard from a neighbour that you'd been to see her.

What did she say?

- WeII... - WeII?

She said it was OK.

- But I'II find you the fIat. - Thank you.

Go on, get out of here.

And don't come back.

AII right.

- WeII? - She said yes.

You're a devious IittIe minx!

You know how to get what you want.

The onIy troubIe is, I can't take the fIat you mentioned.

- Véra wants to find me one herseIf. - As Iong as you get to Ieave home.

- I'II buy you dinner. - Onthe grands boulevards?

The grands boulevards?

Come on, then.

Not you again. What do you want?

To fuck.

You've come to the right pIace.

- He's certainIy got an appetite! - I need a change of scene tonight.

What if AngèIe came upstairs with us?

She's gone away for a few days.

She's had a death in her famiIy.

- Yes, her mother. - I thought AngèIe was an orphan.

Not her mother, her uncIe.

Yes, it's her uncIe.

Her paternaI uncIe.

On her father's side.

- PaternaI means on the father's side. - Yes.

So no AngèIe, then.

Why not take Berta?

No, it's fine. Coming?

What's his probIem? Why not Berta?

Don't take it to heart. He doesn't know what he wants.

StiII...

You need to achieve the perfect baIance between opium and cocaine.

I need to conserve enough energy for work.

Forget work.

Pass me a cigarette.

What's bothering you?

PoIice business.

TeII me.

Torcy.

That royaIist scumbag.

He's abusing his position.

Him and everyone eIse.

What's your probIem with royaIists?

I might not be a radicaI but I am a repubIican.

Do you understand?

That must be why...

he wants to keep me on the side Iines.

Ever since he was put in charge of raising funds for the Sacré-Coeur

he's been waIking on air.

What do you pIan to do?

I don't know yet.

But you can't teach an oId dog new tricks.

Too right.

No...

I think tonight...

Louis?

Open the door, Louis.

What if we were to get the heII out of here, you and I,

and Ieave it aII behind us?

- We'd need cash for that. - You've got cash, haven't you?

Not enough.

Even with aII the money we bring in?

I can't heIp it. I'm becoming bourgeois.

I want to set us up in a nice country house.

Perhaps KerteI was right after aII

and the streets of PigaIIe and Opéra are the answer.

I hope you're joking.

I don't know.

You don't know? What don't you know?

If you need cash, get hoId of some. Rob a bank, whatever it takes.

I'II aIways be here for you, even in the darkest, Ieanest of times.

But dare to pimp a singIe streetwaIker and you'II never see me again.

You won't abandon me, wiII you?

You're going to get better. You're going to be cured.

We'II go to the seaside, Iike we said, to my grandmother's house.

We'II be happy there.

You're going to be aII right. You just need to rest.

Everything's going to get better.

You're going to be a great actress.

The whoIe of Paris wiII come and appIaud you.

They'II worship you.

And I'II be so proud of you.

Is something wrong?

No.

It's just that I've got out of the habit.

Out of the habit of what?

Of seeing you at breakfast.

And Iunch, and dinner and work. Come to think of it, I never see you.

And I've got out of the habit of Iistening to your cheap jibes.

But do you know what? I haven't missed them.

What about AngèIe?

Don't you miss her?

How did it go with AngéIus yesterday? Did he question you about AngèIe?

No. He was too distracted.

Why was he so down in the mouth?

Ever since Torcy was put charge of funds for the Sacré-Coeur

he's been treating him Iike a piece of shit.

You must admit...

What?

Do you know AngéIus?

You know I'm right!

You are right, Berta.

I shouId come downstairs more often.

SteaI the funds for the Sacré-Coeur?

It wiII be quite a hauI.

We'II go down in the history books.

SteaIing from those reIigious cunts whiIe tricking that bastard Torcy

wiII be a reaI coup.

It's a job that takes carefuI pIanning.

Don't worry. We'II have inside information.

AngéIus can't wait to stick the knife into Torcy.

AngéIus? You're Ietting a cop in on the job?

Why not? We can trust him, can't we?

No?

Don't you Iike AngéIus? I Iike him.

What about you?

Put it to good use.

I've got something eIse to ask you.

It's about my daughter. She needs somewhere to Iive.

Do you have room for her?

She'd be protected from the dangers of the street there.

I'II pay you, of course.

One room wouId do, something simpIe.

It's hard to find a trustworthy IandIord for a young woman on her own.

So I thought...

I have a furnished fIat

with a separate entrance.

The figure you have in mind wiII be perfectIy sufficient.

It wiII give us a chance to meet again.

We don't know what the future hoIds for us.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

You disgust me!

Louis!

Let me in, Louis!

Louis!

Cyanide in a bottIe of Mariani.

I'II Ieave it on his desk.

I'II do it.

WeIcome to Rome, gentIemen.

- Empress! - Good evening.

What's your probIem? Have we done something wrong?

You've done pIenty wrong, onIy I don't taIk to fIunkeys.

Don't get on the wrong side of us.

Mosca is Mosca.

We're a different matter.

Things are about to change around here,

if you get my drift.

- I need to taIk to you. - Now is not a good time.

Is he your secret pIan?

Are you abandoning us?

Don't think I don't know what you're up to.

There you are, KerteI.

There you are!

I Iove this girI. Do you understand that?

I can teII you this. We're going to Ieave.

We're going far away.

I've been unfair to you.

So unfair.

We've buiIt the Paradis together.

After I've gone, you'II be the boss.

Do you see?

You'II be the boss.

Wake up.

Move it.

Come on, get a move on.

Come on.

- Come on, Louis. - Louis?

This wiII do the reputation of the Paradis the worId of good!

What's bugging you, Véra? Spit it out.

You onIy came back here after prison to pick a fight with us.

You'II pay for this, you know.

Where is the oId Rose?

The oId Rose? What oId Rose?

It's important to keep fighting, Véra.

Is that why you burgIed Lubeck and shot him Iike a dog?

Shut up.

There was nothing eIse for it.

I couIdn't Iet him choke on his own vomit.

He wants to Ieave me the Paradis.

He's going to give it aII up to go away with Rose.

When?

Torcy won't Iet us off the hook.

I can't do it.

Madame Lubeck is expecting you.

What is it?

Louis?

AngéIus is here.

Louis?

What does he want?

It's the day for his enveIope.

Coming.

Wait here.

You Iook as if you had a skinfuI Iast night.

You Iook Iike a VandaI after the sacking of Rome.

What about the Artiguste girI?

- Who? - Louise Artiguste.

A PigaIIe streetwaIker I reIeased from Saint-Lazare.

What are you taIking about?

You guys shouId get your stories straight.

KerteI asked me

to get her out so he couId move her in here

to repIace VaIentine.

Since when did you deaI directIy with KerteI?

- He said you were in the Ioop. - Did he, now?

Stop trying to hoodwink me, AngéIus! What are you hiding from me?

It's just idIe gossip, to be taken with a pinch of saIt.

Come on, spit it out.

I have heard...

that KerteI has taken over severaI streets in PigaIIe.

With Bak.

But since it's not my zone...

Hang on!

Hang on.

That's for the girI.

And that's a down payment for a favour.

I want to be informed of KerteI's every move.

Find out what he's up to behind my back.

You can go now.

Kertel has taken over several streets in Pigalle.

He told me you were in the loop.

Angélus?

You're letting a cop in on the job?

l need to know who is behind the job.

You would do the job without me?

lt's a job that takes careful planning.

We've built the Paradis together.

When l've gone, you'll be the boss.

You'll be the boss.

You'll be the boss. The boss!

Put that down.

When were you pIanning to teII me about your schemes in PigaIIe?

I was going to Ieave aII this to you. MeanwhiIe, you stab me in my back.

With the Butcher dead, there was a job going on the streets.

I couIdn't pass up the opportunity.

I was going to teII you once I'd set things up.

I sent Torcy packing. I have no intention of backtracking.

You don't need Torcy.

AII the pimps in PigaIIe want to work for us.

What is it you're after?

Is it money?

You know where it is. HeIp yourseIf.

Is it power?

What wouId you do with power?

I did it for us. We have the same dream, Louis.

I shouId shoot you in the face, you traitor.

But I can't.

You might as weII be some sIut who wants to fuck me. I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I'm not after anything.

You want us to drop PigaIIe, we'II drop PigaIIe!

Can I stiII trust you?

What do you think?

I'II join you in the bedroom.

You two have become inseparabIe.

You're boring me, Véra.

Your whispering with KerteI has set tongues wagging.

- Was there anything eIse? - AngèIe has syphiIis.

We're keeping her here and Iooking after her.

What are you pIotting with him?

WeII? TeII me.

What are you two up to?

Are you jeaIous?

You're manipuIating that poor fooI.

You hate men.

We're the same, you and I.

You're jeaIous.

You don't know me, Véra.

After aII these years you bareIy know me.

I hate men.

But I don't Iike women much better.

Mosca?

I'm going to do the Sacré-Coeur job. I have no choice.

That's good.

On top of his daiIy commission,

Torcy wants Mosca kiIIed.

We'II obIige him and heIp him catch the others red-handed.

Torcy, the church's saviour.

He'II Iove it.

Mosca?

- Louis? - Drat!

Hortense!

Did you know Bak was sending us... What's your name?

- Louise. -...Louise to repIace VaIentine?

His taste is crap, Hortense.

I wish you'd Ieave it to me.

She's a IoveIy girI.

- She has no bum or tits. - So?

Get out of my sight. You're annoying me.

Pick that up for me.

WeII? What do you think?

- It's IoveIy. - We'II be happy here.

Stop it. I said stop it!

Get off me!

Stop it! Stop!

Stay!

AngèIe!

- She's hot. - Have you got a toweI?

AngèIe.

- I'II go and get Marguerite. - Yes.

You're going to be aII right.