It's a terrific train.
- What's this? - We should set a film on a train like this.
Yes, why not?
We could call it Trans-Europe-Express. It's a good title.
- Fine. What's the story? - Drug trafficking.
Something exciting, with fights, violence, rape, you know.
Good, let's start at once. You have your tape recorder?
- I'm ready. - Here we go.
At the Gare Du Nord in Paris, a drug trafficker
receives from his accomplice a suitcase with a fake bottom
in which he is to transport from Belgium a few kilos of cocaine.
Then he boards the Trans-Europe-Express
going to Antwerp.
But the police, always on the alert, have followed our man.
Hardly has he entered his compartment,
he is attacked by three policemen armed to the teeth.
Here let's remind ourselves that drug trafficking represents
a not insignificant part of the national revenue,
some 17% of the total of import operations
carried out by private companies...
- I need a suitcase. - Certainly. What type?
The trafficker model, with a false bottom to hide the drugs.
Just kidding.
I'm sorry, are you waiting for Father Petitjean?
No, I know that he is not back from his trip yet.
I have some news of him.
Petitjean is drinking beer at the station bar.
Thank you, but beware of false news.
Is he mad, that one? What is he looking for?
- Didn't you recognise him? - It's Trintignant.
Of course. What about using him for your film?
- Yes, for instance. - What name will you give him?
- Elias. - Isn't there a better name”?
- No, I'm sorry, his name is Elias. - His first or last name?
- It's a nickname. - But what's his name in real life?
- In real life, I don't know. - That's a good start.
To recap: In the beginning your Elias has an empty suitcase.
- Why did he buy the sugar? - The suitcase was too light.
- He's taken nothing else for the trip? - No, he didn't have the time.
- He left on sudden orders. - Whose orders?
The trafficking organisation.
But do drugs really get transported in this way?
- Obviously, if that's what he does. - Who?
- So what next? - Where was I?
The other suitcase.
At the Gare Du Nord in Paris, a drug trafficker
receives from an accomplice in exchange for the suitcase he's bought
an identical suitcase with a false bottom to transport from Belgium
several kilos of cocaine.
And then?
Then he boards the train and looks for a quiet seat.
Who is this girl with the glasses?
Must be an agent of the rival gang sent to steal the suitcase.
But why? It's empty.
Yes, that's true.
- What is she looking for? - The cocaine, can't you see?
But that's impossible.
You just said that he was going to Antwerp for the pick-up.
She probably does not know that.
The rival gang should know which direction the trafficking goes.
So she is not from a rival gang. She is an amateur detective.
- And where has he gone? - I don't know. The bathroom.
Why would she search his suitcase in the first place?
Let's forget it.
It's equally absurd for her to steal the suitcase.
Why would it interest a rival gang or a detective
or anybody else?
So she must be a kleptomaniac, a train thief.
She took the suitcase by chance, not knowing about the fake bottom,
and she has nothing to do with the drug trafficking.
Shall we continue?
This stolen suitcase story doesn't work and it gets us nowhere.
OK, as you like.
And the cocaine is also off the mark.
In Antwerp, it would more likely be diamonds.
A diamond is created in three main stages:
cutting, shaping and polishing.
The cutting is done with discs glazed with powdered diamonds.
The shaping is achieved by rubbing together
two freshly cut diamonds.
Abrasives are used for polishing.
There are four kinds of diamonds: brilliant, briolette, pendeloque and table.
Let's compromise. I keep the drugs and abandon the theft of the suitcase.
Would you like to sit here?
- Where do we begin? - The customs part.
Belgian customs. Anything to declare?
Elias safely arrives in Antwerp with his trick suitcase.
He moves fast.
I want a room, please.
Are you going for a walk? It's a very interesting town.
You must be waiting for Father Petitjean.
No, I know that he is not back from his trip yet.
If you want news of him, be at Zeuter Terrace at 8 sharp tomorrow.
Could you give me an advance on what you owe me?
If you have no use for the scarf, give it to me.
Are you looking for something, sir?
Will you buy me a drink?
- You are not very talkative. - I'm in a hurry.
Liar, you've been hanging around for a quarter of an hour.
- That's why I am late. - Where are you going?
- Who was the man you spoke with? - A copper in vice.
He asked me if I have seen any prostitutes around here.
- And you, what do you do for a living? - I'm an assassin.
- Professional? - No, amateur.
Semi-professional, actually.
- You're funny. - You don't believe me?
I do. Why can't there be funny assassins?
Do you know who that man is?
He is also a vice officer.
No. He is an actor dressed as a café owner.
Do you want to go to my place? I'm good, you know.
- No, I'm not interested. - What interests you then?
Rape. Only rape.
All right. But it's more expensive, naturally.
Why don't you wait in the window, like others?
I'm not a whore. I am a nice girl from a good family.
You came with me to tune the piano.
Open your purse.
Give it to me.
Did you have fun?
It wasn't bad. You fight a bit too much, but still not bad.
- You're fairly good-looking. - Thank you.
- Are you from Paris? - Why do you say that?
Your jacket has a Paris label.
- When did you notice that? - Just now when you took it off.
What are you doing in Antwerp?
Sightseeing.
Why did you give that man your scarf?
I'm a travelling salesman.
You don't trust me. I could be useful.
I know lots of people here, in all kinds of occupations.
What's your name?
Mine's Eva. Do you like it?
That man you gave your scarf to, I know who he is.
He sells coke. I'd be careful if I were you.
They are not straight, that gang.
They hire couriers and then they give them to the police to avoid paying.
I'm not interested in those tales.
The chap lost his scarf and asked me if it wasn't his that I was holding.
He explained where he lost it.
All right. Good for you.
But if you want to get in on a serious deal, just tell me.
Don't forget the name: Eva.
Is that your wife? It's the time for the wife photo to come out.
Is that enough?
There is something absurd here.
Why does your Elias receive fragmentary orders,
from meeting to meeting, never getting anywhere?
No, it's easy to understand. He is a new agent.
The organization wants to test him first.
So they watch him carefully before trusting him with the goods.
And the whore sub-plot? What is she doing there?
She is not a whore. She's a maid at the hotel.
Not that one. The girl he met in the street,
the one who took him to her place.
She is not important. He has some free time,
so he goes upstairs with a girl he saw in the window.
- But she wasn't in the window. - How come?
She was in the street, right?
In any case, that changes nothing.
- Why aren't you in a window? - [am not a whore.
I am a nice girl from a good family. You came with me to tune the piano.
It's 8 o'clock, sir.
As soon as he got up, he went to the river,
following his instructions from the day before.
Is he taking his suitcase this time?
He thought about it, but came to the conclusion that no one told him to.
- So what's he doing there? - He doesn't know.
He goes because he was told to go.
PETITJEAN IS A DRUNK. HE DRINKS GUEUZE AT SAMSON'S.
Bring me a beer.
Another coin, sir, and I'll order a Mass for your salvation.
Excuse me, do you know if Father Petitjean is here?
It took you an hour and 28 minutes.
Good morning. My name's Frank.
- Was that a test? - Of course.
I could have been at the station yesterday.
- And the result? - Your time is good.
In an hour, you'll change hotels.
- To which one should I go? - It makes no difference.
- Then why change? - For the sake of changing.
You'll leave your hotel in Rue Du Pelican
with the suitcase empty and your things wrapped in a parcel.
You'll arrive at the new hotel with just the parcel,
having left the suitcase in a locker at Central Station.
You'll give the locker key to our agent whom you'll meet at five
at the Waggon Cemetery that's at the end of dock five.
It's number 319 to 321.
Got it? Repeat where.
- Where. - Good.
I forgot something.
If by chance you run into difficulties,
you must not use your gun.
- Then why did you give it to me? - That will be explained later.
- I said thank you. You're not going? - No, sir. You're the one who's going.
Customs control.
- What are you doing in Antwerp? - I'm a tourist.
- And the ropes? - Sail-boat.
- Yours? - A friend's.
His name?
- And you? - What about me?
Where are you staying?
- Address. - Miropeikan straat.
- We'll check. - Too late.
- Why? - I'm leaving.
Going where?
- Tonight? - We'll see.
- See what? - Train schedule.
- And the suitcase? - The locker.
Empty.
What's this?
And this?
- And this? - A comb.
- And this? - Toothbrush.
Enough fooling around, my boy. You're nabbed.
Now tell us everything nicely.
Since you're a new accomplice who has been led into this unawares,
you'll come to no great harm.
If you help us, we are even prepared to forget everything about you.
But I don't understand.
You must have confused me with someone else.
Stay here. We'll take care of you.
What are you doing here, sir?
As you see, I am packing.
What are you doing here?
- Are you taking the train? - I'm checking the schedule.
- You want me to pick you up? - Why not.
Wait and see.
Are you all alone, darling?
- Did you just arrive? - Yes, I just got off the train.
Do you want me to show you Antwerp? It's a strange place.
A place for twerps, they say.
You must be tired. Want to stop by my place?
Will you be a good girl?
- You'll let me do what I want? - Something special?
- Something a bit bizarre. - Like what?
What's this?
Can't you see? It's a box.
- What for? - My razor.
Why isn't it here?
Must have fallen out.
There is a mark inside. Like something else was there.
- What? - I don't know. A gun.
You know, you should buy a suitcase. It's convenient for carrying things.
For a tourist especially.
Do you like it with me?
The problem is, you are too much accustomed to being abused.
I should have hurt you.
Or made you believe I was going to kill you.
Yes, but I'd have called for help, and you'd have been arrested.
You don't want the police poking into your affairs.
What affairs?
You know, I have something to propose to you.
That chap with the white scarf gave me an idea.
Don't you know someone who calls himself Frank?
In Antwerp?
Because there's a nice reward if you lead the police to this man.
I think you go to the movies too much.
What do you want from me?
Only the locker key, as planned.
Why all these games?
- To see your reaction. - And the result?
Your reaction was correct.
And if I had fired?
You'd have had a bad report.
And you'd have been dead.
Your gun is empty.
Your friend Eva removed the bullets an hour ago.
- One of your agents? - Certainly. What did you think?
She suggested that I should sell you to the police and work for another outfit.
I know. It was part of the test.
Correct response.
And the two men who searched me at the station?
Also our agents. And correct reactions again.
But because of the gun, you still have one point against you.
And if I had followed the girl's advice and turned you in?
Try it and see.
I might be waiting for the goods just to go into business for myself.
You haven't graduated yet.
What about his things? The pyjamas, the toothbrush. Where are they?
I don't know. Probably left at Eva's place.
But wasn't Elias supposed to move to another hotel?
Maybe he did that and left his things there.
No, I don't think he did.
He didn't have the time. He stayed too long at Eva's.
And then he had to rush to that appointment at the port
to deliver the locker key.
So perhaps he had the parcel with him, like when he left the first hotel?
No, I don't think so.
When you shoot the scene, you have to know whether he has the parcel or not.
In any case, it is now too late.
You are probably waiting for Father Petitjean.
Because if you like, I can give you news of him.
When you make your report to your boss who calls himself Frank,
tell him that if he plans to spy on me until tomorrow's train,
he can take his suitcase of coke to Paris himself.
I've seen you before somewhere.
Are you keeping an eye on me too?
It's not Father Petitjean who sent you here?
- Answer, Mel. - I don't know, sir.
- What don't you know? - What you're talking about.
What's your name?
- Where have I seen you before? - At the café yesterday.
You had a beer and bought a card from a blind man.
But the blind man was obviously faking.
- Why would he do that? - To sell his cards, of course.
- What's in the parcel? - Stuff.
- What kind of stuff? - For sleeping.
- Don't you have a home? - I am looking for a hotel.
- Here? - No, not necessarily.
There are no hotels here, you know.
You could sleep at my place if you like.
- You live alone? - Yes.
Your parents are not in Antwerp?
- Where are they? - In Paris. At home.
- Are you from Paris? - I was. Not anymore.
- I am from Paris, too. - I know.
- How did you know? - You can feel it, no?
It's Frank who told you, isn't it?
- Tell me. - I don't know.
- What don't you know? - What you are talking about.
If you want to sleep at my place, it's that way.
Right. So you can better keep an eye on me.
So a man steps out of the shadows and takes off his glasses. It's the governor.
Jean doesn't understand and says, “That's not smart. I could have shot you.”
And then the boss takes the bullets out of his pocket.
Jean checks, and his gun is empty. It's the beautiful spy who did that.
- Then what? - I don't know. That's where it was left.
I'd like to know the rest of the story. We don't have that in Belgium.
Look. I'm going to France and then I'll come back here.
- When? - I don't know.
- You won't come back. - I'm telling you, I will.
You won't bother to tell me what happened.
I will. I swear.
- Nice weather for travelling. - Yes, nice weather.
The key is in your left pocket.
Fine. Since when?
Since about three minutes ago.
Your man last night, the one who followed me after we parted.
None of ours followed you after that.
Really? I thought differently. Thank you for your trust.
- Did you notice something? - No, just an impression.
- I see spies everywhere now. - Did you speak to the man?
- No, I was able to lose him. - So did he follow you or not?
No. In fact, he didn't.
Elias now knows that he encountered a real policeman.
VENER RU CRe EEE did not belong to the organisation,
and from Elias's own lips, he heard the crucial words:
Father Peliljean, the suitcase with coke, tomorrow's train,
the boss who calls himself Frank.
Naturally, the man with the cigarette was here when the train departed.
Every policeman was probably on the alert.
= EERE N le ACE A ee, from the moving train
or to defend the precious suitcase with his gun.
So Elias was arrested at the frontier.
In fact, no. To his great surprise, nothing happens.
He arrives in Paris unmolested,
which worries him even more.
Following his orders, he checks in the suitcase at the Gare Du Nord
and goes home after having posted the luggage ticket.
Yes, who is this?
PO Box 345. I have the suitcase. Test completed.
Now we can trust you with the real merchandise.
What do you mean? And yesterday?
No, that was just powdered sugar.
A test to confirm that everything was under control.
Yes, I'm listening.
You'll part tomorrow morning. Same route. Anything to report?
No, nothing to report.
Why didn't he tell his bosses about the policeman who spotted him
and to whom he stupidly revealed everything?
I don't know. Maybe he was afraid of bad marks, or something more serious:
they could have considered him a traitor for not telling them earlier.
But there is still time for them to change the links of the chain
which are known to the police.
Yes, but the first one to be eliminated is surely Elias himself.
And then, he is unhappy with Frank and the others for all those tests.
Perhaps he also wants to return
to bring Mathieu all those magazines that he promised.
Why did the policeman -
What's his name?
Why did this Lorentz leave Elias alone?
He probably knew that the first time the suitcase would be empty.
It must be standard procedure in that business.
And your Elias goes quietly to the slaughter?
So it seems. Here he is, anyway, arriving back in Antwerp.
And here again he leaves the trick suitcase in the locker.
And here is Officer Lorentz, resuming his surveillance.
How does Lorentz know which exact train he'll take?
No idea. Perhaps Elias also revealed that at the port.
But Elias himself did not know about the second trip.
The second trip may have been planned well beforehand.
But Elias told Mathieu that he didn't know when he'd be back.
For security reasons, no doubt.
I mean, are you taking a walk?
Yes, right. A walk.
I'm saying that's a nice scarf you have.
I know a man who wears one exactly like that.
It's pure silk, isn't it?
The man's a priest. His name is Petitjean.
- You know Father Petitjean? - Of course, I know him well.
I also know him well. But I haven't seen him in a while.
- They tell me he is travelling. - That's right.
He left on a trip.
If we want news of him,
we go to Café Ocean, just across from customs.
Have a nice walk, young man.
- Are you waiting for Father Petitjean? - He is not back from his trip yet.
- What are you looking at? - Nothing.
You are probably waiting for Father Petitjean.
No, I know the priest has not... et etcetera et etcetera.
If you want news of him, you have to come to my place.
I forgot something.
Back in two minutes.
Wait for me.
There. I forgot to buy this.
Couldn't it wait?
Of course.
But I was afraid I'd forget.
And then, it was for you, you know.
And what message do you have for me from Father Petitjiean?
Yes, you have to go to Kattendaig dock,
Cailleseche 6 at 5 p.m.
You didn't tell me you were working for Frank.
I thought you'd guessed long ago.
Take your dress off.
Get on the bed.
Stay like this.
You didn't tell me you worked for the police.
You also thought I'd guess?
No, I swear that you have an appointment at the docks.
Mr. Frank will be waiting for you, and he'll explain everything.
About the suitcase and your return trip.
And about the copper you gave the key to.
- What key? - The key to the station locker.
- The one you stole from my pocket. - But when?
Just now.
You remember?
- Before you went downstairs. - I went to buy some perfume.
- I was watching from the window. - Please untie me and I'll explain.
I'm going to strangle you.
I'll tell you everything. I's not my fault.
That policeman, Lorentz, he forced me to do it.
It's true that they will be at the docks, but I honestly thought you'd guess.
No, listen, I have more things to tell...
Too late.
Here. I brought you these.
I'm staying here.
Are they looking for you?
I don't know.
Is it serious?
You can stay. Nobody will find you here.
I have to go to work.
One thing is not clear. If Elias had given the key to the middleman,
then Eva couldn't steal it from his pocket.
But she gave the key to Lorentz when she went downstairs.
- What shall we do with the other scene? - Take it out.
Excuse me, sir. Are you perhaps waiting for Father Petitjean?
I know that he is not back from his trip yet.
Hello, Headquarters? This is Lorentz. Give me Wermul.
Is that you? Come immediately to Rue Du Chateau 26.
Yes, Eva's place.
She's dead.
Strangled.
That Elias, is he still under surveillance?
You lost him?
Yes, I'll wait for you.
Hello, I. Metropole? This is Inspector Lorentz.
Have you gone to press yet?
Good. Now, scrap page nine
and insert the advertisement for Cabaret Eve.
You still have it?
Yes, the one with the woman in chains.
And then add the following news item. Here's the text.
Elias has disappeared. Put three men on it.
The fellow who calls himself Elias, where is he hiding?
You know very well.
Answer carefully. The man who just arrived from Paris.
Are you sure?
Give me the boy's address.
Watch this place.
STOP PRESS
PROSTITUTE STRANGLED BY MANIAC
EVE WITH HER SENSATIONAL NEW ACT: SLAVE GIRL.
He went into the Cabaret Eve.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome and we wish you a good trip,
which will take us 2 hours and 30 minutes,
travelling at 124 km per hour.
Nice show, isn't it? Would you like to go backstage, sir?
Ladies and gentlemen, the Trans-Europe-Express
from Paris is arriving at platform number three
and will be leaving immediately for Amsterdam.
DOUBLE CRIME IN ANTWERP
We could make it into a film, if you want to use Antwerp.
But drugs and Antwerp do not sound right.
Everybody knows they are more involved with diamonds here.
In any case, it's impossible.
Those true stories are always boring.