It's true. You never know.
I've got a big tarp we can cut in two.
What time do you have? - 12:05.
All right.
You can get going.
Watch your speed, and change your plates five miles from here.
Open up! Both of you, out!
Throw down the gun! Let me hear it!
What happened?
I don't know. I thought I heard shots.
Get in the car!
Get in or you die!
It's me!
I found this guy over by the second cop.
This place belongs to my in-laws.
The show got under way 45 minutes ago.
They'll sound the alarm in Cadarache when the van doesn't show.
Well, I'll be off. Who's taking me?
I am.
Pascal will come for the crates in a few days.
You want to come along?
No need. I trust you.
You know how to reach me. I'll come get my share.
You should stay with us, Gu.
You might not be at Paul's when I pick up my share.
I might not.
It was a pleasure working with you.
You know, I was against you at first.
I don't know how to say this. Those two cops -
It was just you and me.
That's right.
- I'm thinking about Paul's contact. - Why?
He's the only one who knew the time and route.
They'll suspect everyone. He's not one of us.
- We can't just - - Yes, we can.
- He only knows Paul. - Then Paul should do it.
Drop me at the train station.
Good luck.
Marseille, please.
How much? - 2.50.
That's all for today. Everyone go home.
Inspector, give us a quote.
Not on your life.
You won't admit you've already arrested them.
Modesty won't get you promoted.
What the hell are you doing here? I don't have the time!
Some New Year's present
they gave you.
Now they pop some motorcycle cops and take off.
They're gonna pay.
I doubt you'll find anyone.
I've been here ten years. I know every last one of them.
I'll haul a few of 'em in and then we'll see.
I'm sure you'll be delighted to cooperate.
You're ordered to turn over all projectiles found in the bodies.
We wouldn't know what to do, right? You're the expert?
Take your good-luck charms. Make a necklace out of 'em.
I'll inform my superiors of your noble attitude.
Out of my sight.
Find out if these are from the same gun
that killed the two guys in Ville-d'Avray.
Each man killed one cop. Four bullets from a Colt, three from a rifle.
They'll learn nothing in Marseille. Witnesses give conflicting accounts.
The killers' car was dark blue, light green, brown, black.
And it wasn't a French make.
- This is the Iab, sir. - And?
A Colt. 45. The same gun.
Thanks.
It was the same gunman in Marseille and Ville-d'Avray.
Please listen carefully.
Jo Ricci sent two guys to lean on Manouche.
They were given a warm welcome, taken to Ville-d'Avray, and shot in the car.
By whom? I say Gu,
the same way he killed Francis the Gimp 1 5 years ago.
In Ville-d'Avray he used a Colt and didn't toss it afterward.
This isn't your usual killer. He's doomed and he knows it.
In Marseille he joined a heist and killed the cop following the van
with the same Colt, a gun he was comfortable with.
You don't switch guns on such an important target.
Now for the others, like Manouche.
She returned to Paris before the assault. Alban never left.
So Gu used other connections.
Now he's flush.
He'll need a month or two to convert some platinum into cash
before he disappears.
That's all we know. Be seated.
Questions?
Manouche and Alban will try to see him.
Sure, but it's no use tailing them. They're too good.
Losing a tail is easy. I'll give them free rein.
- Fardiano might find a clue. - Fardiano?
He'll just haul in a few ""suspicious characters."
No, the people who killed those cops are different.
First, they knew Gu. That's a sign.
We're policemen, not magicians.
If some little thing doesn't come along to help us,
Gu will escape. End of story.
The others aren't hiding.
With good reason. It's easier to find someone who's hiding.
They lead an unusual life.
We'll run pictures in the newspapers.
No, no pictures.
Gu would never surface, and we need him to.
That leaves just luck... or chance.
Call it whatever you like.
We just need one tiny lead, and we'll work it to the very end.
BLOODY HOLDUP POLICE SPRING INTO ACTION
Luckily his name isn't mentioned.
Luckier still, Blot hasn't stuck his nose into it.
Paris police have nothing to do with matters down south.
Of course not.
I'm dying to go to Marseille,
but I'm afraid I'd somehow mess things up.
I'll be right back.
Well, I'll be going.
May I tell you a couple things?
Go ahead.
Pascal will tell you what I think about your informant.
And your brother Jo - - Save your breath.
I know my brother.
He must never know.
You're asking a lot.
He's not on the up-and-up. You want proof?
I almost bumped him off in Paris.
He never knew, but he flew the coop. So much for a clean conscience.
You want to know why?
He has a good brother.
I'll do you a favor and forget it. He'll live to a ripe old age.
That's all.
You know, on the lam or not,
I don't think I'll stay around here.
Good-bye, Paul.
Where will you go?
I'll vanish into thin air.
Be careful.
Try anything and I blow your head off!
Get out.
That's where the cops surrounded the guy who escaped with you.
He jumped from up top.
We thought you might like to die here.
I know you're the sentimental type.
Though not much of a talker.
But we're not here for your life story or even for the loot.
We don't give a damn about the loot.
You really sank low this time, Gu,
working with just anybody.
Sorry, but the Angel can't let this slide.
The Angel?
Nevada?
That's right.
It was his job. You double-crossed him. He doesn't like that.
You know that, Gu.
We found you.
We'll find the others too.
And then you'll die, every one of you.
I know the Angel, and he knows me.
I never ratted in the pen. I stay true to my principles!
Principles!
You kicked them aside for a little platinum.
Has Nevada gone nuts? He knows where I was.
Does he think I call the shots? I just did my part on a job!
I didn't know about any double-cross!
But you see...
The Angel thinks otherwise -
And my word means nothing in this rotten business?
You with all your men and guns,
talking bullshit and more bullshit!
What do you know about my life?
Nevada's hallucinating that I double-crossed him?
Is he cracking up?
What about Ricci? Was what he did right?
- Which one? - Both.
Both?
That's right.
Jo and Paul.
Paul's my friend.
That means nothing. So you didn't know?
You have my word. And the Angel can be wrong too.
No, he can't.
You understand?
He didn't get a single franc of his 500 million.
Paul wouldn't do that unless he lost his mind.
We can't know his mind.
Nevada tipped him off in exchange for half.
Paul should have been happy with half.
But you guys got together and split it all four ways.
Four? No, five.
What do you mean, five?
That's right. The informant's share.
That's really rich!
Nevada was the informant.
So Paul walked off with 400 million.
Listen carefully.
I've changed my mind.
Paul's as good as dead. No use talking to him.
But maybe the others are like you.
We want to see them.
If you'd care to take us to them...
Keep dreaming.
You won't do it?
That's enough.
Sorry.
Blot, crime squad. We taped it all.
That's illegal! You hear me?
Everything's legal.
I won't sign a confession!
You and Ricci can tell that to Fardiano. We've got all we need.
Let's go.
Gustave Minda here was in on the job with Paul Ricci.
This tape should come in handy.
Anyone can imitate a voice! I didn't say a word!
You will here! Everyone does!
One of your guards from prison was here on vacation.
He recognized you at the petanque court, despite your moustache.
A lot of good that does me now!
Cuff him to the radiator. Three men on guard.
Your reputation's gonna take a real blow.
Paul won't be too happy. You usually went down alone.
Time was when a man seen talking to a cop would be shunned,
and inspectors didn't rub shoulders with crooks.
Now you hold hands and go out on dates.
Makes the job easier, right?
Makes me want to vomit.
Don't be sick here. Fardiano's no nurse.
I'm going back to Paris.
Any message for Manouche and Alban?
Friends of yours?
No, yours.
Old friends.
Inspector.
You make me laugh.
Enjoy it while your head's still on your shoulders.
Listen, big shot.
When my men bring in your friend, we'll work things out together.
You already ratted on Ricci. You'll think of a few more tidbits.
I don't like that look.
I'll change your tune.
I'll get every lawyer in town! You'll pay for this!
Hello, Paul.
Your friend tells us he was part of the platinum heist,
that little story no one's talking about.
He said you were in on it, so we came to get you.
But you just yell your head off and get on our nerves.
Save your patter for the yokels.
Listen.
You have my word. Even the Angel can be wrong.
No, he can't.
You understand?
He didn't get a single franc of his 500 million.
Paul wouldn't do that unless he lost his mind.
We can't know his mind.
Nevada tipped him off in exchange for half.
Paul should have been happy with half.
But you guys got together and split it all four ways.
Four? No, five.
What do you mean, five?
That's right. The informant's share.
That's really rich!
Nevada was the informant.
So Paul walked off with 400 million.
Still think I 'm bluffing?
It's not true!
Second thoughts. Only natural.
Is this a lunatic asylum now?
Could be. Depends on who we've got.
I'm innocent!
I know no one! I met no one!
I want my lawyers and a judge!
Give the gentleman a seat.
More comfortable for talking.
Where were you the afternoon of December 28?
- The 28th? - That's right.
Home. I caught the flu on Christmas.
- Who saw you? - My wife.
Who else?
- You need more? - Not really.
You were too busy killing cops to be seen in town.
You don't have open house when you're sick.
You're not the type to stay home with your wife.
We're in love. Is that against the law?
Get him a drink. He must be thirsty.
You didn't shoot those cops.
Maybe you were just driving.
You can't claim we hit you. You have no bruises.
You're being unreasonable.
We'll only lose our temper this way. Why not just talk?
Especially if you were just driving.
I've told you everything. I did nothing wrong.
I want my lawyers!
Let's start over.
Do you know him or not?
Never seen the guy.
But he's still a human being!
Weren't those cops human beings too, with families?
Did you give them a chance? You doomed them from the start.
You'll adopt their five children, right?
All I want is a confession.
They didn't waste any time. ""Bloody holdup.
Gu Minda names accomplices to save himself.
Paul Ricci, nightclub owner, already behind bars.
Other arrests imminent."
Get him to the hospital!
Calling him an informer drives him crazy.
I'll make sure every thug hears it!
He didn't talk. I'm sure of it.
That's just to turn everyone against him.
No one will believe us. Gu was arrested before Paul.
- What do you believe? - I don't care.
To me, Gu is Gu.
My Gu.
It must kill him to know people think he'd do that.
So we go help him?
Let's wait a few days. We can't get near him now.
We warned your brother, but he was all for Gu.
Doesn't surprise me. Gu was trouble even in the pen.
Too bad Paul didn't talk to me.
Gu ratted on him. That much is clear.
Let's wait till Paul sees a judge. All they have is Gu's statement.
Let's hope he doesn't make others.
He and Orloff make quite a pair.
Orloff?
Paul chewed me out 'cause I couldn't stand Orloff's attitude.
Orloff is mixed up in this?
That's why we want to see him. He set Gu up with Paul.
He's still in Marseille.
Maybe we should ask him about Gu.
Absolutely.
- Tell him I'm waiting. - You could wait a long time.
A friend.
Gu's sister.
Orloff, a friend of Gu's. I have news.
- Have you seen him? - No, I haven't.
Could you help me try to see him?
- I'll try. - When?
I'll tell you here tomorrow at 3:00 p. m.
How do you think things will go for Gu?
With a woman like that helping him, his troubles won't last.
Pascal and Antoine want me to meet Jo Ricci.
It's set for tomorrow in an abandoned hideout of mine.
Be careful. Jo Ricci has a bad reputation.
It's that kid Antoine that I'm worried about.
Hello.
It's about Paul. It's bad.
He always worked with good guys. - So did they.
My brother's in there, not them.
You set Paul up with that lowlife Gu. Paul wanted to help him.
Your friends lied to you.
Let's stick to you and Gu.
Fine. You think Gu ratted on Paul.
Why didn't he rat on you too?
He had second thoughts after seeing my brother.
If he panics again, he'll rat on us too.
I think he was set up. Blot was in town.
Nothing sticks if you don't talk.
A big shot like him should know that.
My brother wouldn't be in the can if not for you.
I'm ready to help Paul.
Paul has his brother and his colleagues.
We'd rather you took care of Gu.
I see.
Since his jailbreak, he's had no lack of help.
That will probably continue.
If he escapes again, kill him. Then we're square.
Fair enough?
Our problems will be over.
Nothing like thinking ahead.
It's good to know where one stands.
If I'm shown proof that he ratted on Paul, he'll die.
Proof? Don't you read the papers?
They don't mention Blot.
Only Gu, Blot, and Fardiano know the truth.
My brother spoke to his lawyers.
Gu ratted him out, as sure as day.
Your brother trusted Gu implicitly. He was eager for Gu to join.
That's no excuse.
I have all the proof I need.
Gu must die.
You know Fardiano isn't very bright.
I'll see what I can find out.
If you're right, I'll kill Gu.
And if not?
Then it's no longer my business.
But we could make it ours.
Do as you like.
If we can't get Gu, we can settle things with you.
When?
Whenever you like.
This kind of talk just gets people worked up.
You talk too much.
You're looking out for Paul. Fine.
But I'm not your servant.
It's normal to look out for your brother,
but talk some sense into your friend. This is his last warning.
If Gu ratted on Paul, he'll die.
That's my final word.
My God!
You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.
I said his name. Me, Gu Minda!
Don't you know what that means?
I have to get him out of there.
He'll find out you didn't sign any statement,
and a tape recording isn't enough to convict.
That bastard Fardiano is saying I cut a deal to get back at me!
I can't stand it anymore.
You know...
you deserved better.
I never should've gone to Paris.
Yes...
you should have.
Go straight until I tell you to stop.
Then we'll have a chat.
Turn off here to the left.
Kill the engine.
Take this.
Now you'll write an open letter to the press
saying you lied about me
to get back at me for not talking.
Then you'll write how Blot set me up,
and how Paul Ricci and l didn't admit to anything.
Got that?
Make sure it's good and clear.
That's it.
Now sign it.
Now that you're warmed up, write to the Minister of Justice.
- The minister? - Tell him the same thing.
You'll also describe how you get men to talk...
and that you're sorry and you'll never do it again.
That's it.
- What pocket are your handcuffs in? - Left.
Lean forward.
Hands behind your back.
Both hands.
Get out.
Smile.
Lay down.
Who knows where journalists get their stuff?
I'm sure you never said a word about me.
They misunderstood.
You know, I'm not proud I shot that cop.
- Why tell me that? - Isn't it your job to know everything?
There were four of us:
Antoine Ripa, Pascal Leonetti, Paul and me.
Shut up!
Antoine waited up above with a rifle.
I'm not listening!
What a shame.
Lots of people would love to hear this.
You've changed, but not that much.
Stop acting as if you're alone. You'll get nowhere.
I've been going crazy.
Certain things need to be done.
Hundreds of cops are on your trail. You can't get out now.
And now Jo Ricci, Pascal, and Antoine are after you.
Hear me out.
I'm going to see them now.
I'll ask for a few hours to prove you didn't rat on Paul.
You can slip away with Manouche.
What about Paul?
Forget Paul.
His wife protects him, and he's got good lawyers.
Still, I'm going to find Fardiano and -
Supposing things don't work out with Fardiano?
Then I'll have to face the others, but that's all right.
Meanwhile I wait here,
sipping tea with Manouche.
You won't have time.
I forgot to mention that Blot got into town last night.
Blot's here?
He'll have his hands full.
He's a fast worker. You have to leave.
Not until I clear my name.
That's my job.
No, it's mine.
What's that?
Fardiano's confession.
He wrote it before he died.
Why are you -
I don't need it anymore.
This is for Alban.
And here's Fardiano's confession - don't let them keep it.
The press will have a field day with it.
I'll be right back.
Tell me where you're going just in case.
There's no point. Everything will be fine.
I'll let you do it, but my whole life is in here.
I risked my neck to get this in writing.
Anything can happen. I need to know where you're going.
1, rue Vinci, fourth floor.
Is the coast clear?
Freeze, Antoine.
You must be glad to see me.
Are you behind this, Jo?
Answer me, damn it.
Yes.
So you're here to avenge Paul.
Good boy.
I have Fardiano's confession in my pocket.
You take me at my word?
I believe you.
There you go.
How about you two?
You sit there like assholes!
Didn't you hear?
My word is enough.
You didn't need to make such a fuss.
Where's Orloff?
Shut your trap. I'll do the talking.
What about you, Pascal? Nothing to say?
I want to believe you.
What a pal.
Just here to pass the time, right?
It seems we all agree.
You two will spread the word that it was a misunderstanding.
Right?
Anyone can make a mistake.
I wasn't talking to you, Jo.
Get up.
Hands on your head.
Back up.
Keep going.
That's good.
Turn around.
You're looking at the scum of the earth.
The man's a jackal.
Now he's after his brother's platinum,
and probably his wife to boot.
He'd send his brother to the guillotine
without blinking.
- There are men up there. - No, it's been empty for years.
- Get an ambulance. - I didn't think of that.
He 's got a gun.
Fourth floor.
Stop at the third floor.
Gu, drop your weapons.
Manouche.
A real bloodbath.
Jo Ricci, Antoine Ripa, and Pascal Leonetti.
Please let me through.
Let her through.
It's over, Manouche.
Did he say anything?
Not a word.
Go home, Manouche.
Go back to Paris.
Anything serious, inspector?
Gustave Minda killed three men and was killed himself.
You dropped something.
- You think it's mine? - I'm sure of it.