This film portrays, in the harsh light of day,
a violent, implacable, hitherto unknown underworld.
The authors feel their work is done if this motion picture warns those who,
through weakness or ignorance, might one day become victims
of this terrible scourge known as DRUGS.
RAID ON DRUGS
Attention please. Will Mr. Leroy contact the Information desk?
Mr. Leroy. Thanks.
Taxi!
DRUG DEALERS SE'I'I'LE SCORES
Hotel Napoleon.
Hello, is that the police?
Give me extension 895, please.
Vice Squad?
Yes. Leroux speaking.
I’ll put the boss on.
It’s Lecharme.
Lecharme? Yes, hello.
Go ahead.
What?
Henri from Nantes has landed?
“Henri Ferré, aka Henri from Nantes, flying Air France to Orly, stop.
Detailed report sent, copies to follow, stop."
He took what?
A taxi.
He gave an address?
Where? Hotel Napoleon?
You and Dupont can come back.
What did you say?
No, let him run.
Leroux will see to it. That’s right.
Good-bye, son.
Hotel Napoleon.
Can you pay the taxi?
He’s left the hotel?
Okay. Come back.
What? Of course.
Lemoine?
Thanks, Leroux. Good work.
Mr. Paul Liski.
-Who should I say? -Mr. Lemoine. I’m expected.
-Henri Ferré? -Yes.
You did us a big favor in America.
Big Rosillio rates you highly.
As you know, we need an experienced specialist
to bring order to our organization.
It needs it.
The one you’re replacing had become weak.
Le Bosco?
I had to let him go.
In the USA, you learnt methods that are, how can I put it?
Very efficient.
Your know-how will be useful.
That’s why we asked you to come.
Our men in France are self-indulgent...
Get it up and running again quickly!
Focus on the factory.
See the wholesalers. The retailers if need be.
Get things moving.
Don’t forget our main asset is compartmentalization.
See they stick to the rules. Here are the names and addresses.
In code, naturally.
Is the Napoleon comfortable?
Very good.
A million for initial expenses.
Very important.
On Broadway, you opened a bar called Le Troquet.
Soon you’ll open Le Troquet in Paris, Rue de Montyon.
I am its secret owner.
Tomorrow Le Montmartre will become Le Troquet.
It’ll be your cover for the police.
I dismissed the staff.
You can hire your own.
You’re the only man who knows my address.
Yes?
Be ruthless to intermediaries.
Ruthless.
The harder you are with them...
Let them feel your ﬁst.
They can’t just opt out.
There’s only one way to leave the organization.
And you know that.
Le Bosco became weak because he was too rich.
You get it from China?
No, the Balkans.
They grow poppies in those regions.
The raw opium comes in by railway. It passes the borders.
You’ll see. It’s pretty sensational.
Hurry! What are you playing at?
You’re always scared of being late.
Isn’t the company wealthy enough?
-I don't want to lose my job. -What a sucker!
Paid enough, are you?
Luckily you didn’t join the latest strike.
You’re a born slave. I pity you.
It won’t last forever. One day we’ll have them!
DRUG DEALERS SE'I'I'LE SCORES
Goddamn!
This opium stinks.
Like rotten beetroot.
Those who came for a piss would be pissed off if they suspected.
These papers are useless.
You want OCB?
I won't say no. OCB are good when they're-—
Gummed. Mine are.
-It worked? -As usual.
I followed instructions.
Thank you.
-Good-bye. -And my reply--
Tell the boss or whomever that I want to stop.
I’ll pass it on.
I asked before and got no answer.
I’ll pass it on!
-So you want to quit? -But...
Don’t ask questions. Answer.
I want to stop. I’m fed up.
If they don’t want me to...
Quiet. You could be overheard.
Take my advice. Don’t stop.
But I've got a right.
I want to enjoy the money I earned.
I’m scared of the cops. Sooner or later...
-I don’t want to go to jail. -Carry on and you'll be okay.
You understand?
Yes.
How much have you earned so far?
Well...
And you’d give up a job like that?
You’d have to be crazy.
Félix, table 14.
Say...
that cashier's hot.
Whoever teaches her judo can’t complain.
Try your luck. What have you got to lose?
Good evening.
No room in back. But here’s a nice table.
Hat check?
Say, cutie.
If you want to learn judo, I’m a brown belt.
-Henri from Nantes? -Yes.
Roger the Catalan.
Bibi.
-Glad to see you. -Hi.
-Champagne? -Sounds good.
Bruno, three glasses of champagne.
Glad to be back in Paris?
Sure. I was fed up of traveling.
China, South America, North America...
-Did you stay long? -Almost ten years.
-Wise guy, your chum? -He gets by.
-In what? -Dope.
Ah... Selling?
Wholesale. He worked with Big Rosillio over there.
-You know why we’re here? -Yes, he called me.
-You know who you’re replacing? -Le Bosco.
He was passed over.
Nice place you got here.
-Better than before. -Yes.
It’s not bad. But there’s still work to do.
Dédé from Montreuil and Auguste the Breton. Excuse me.
Hello, Dédé. Okay?
-Auguste. -How’s it going, Catalan?
Fine. How are things with you?
We set up a craps game in a cellar.
Drop by.
-Another drink? -No, thanks.
Dédé and Auguste have set up a craps game.
I’ll have to see it.
Are they good at what they do?
-Yes. -0h, yes?
Come up to the apartment. It’s quieter for talking.
How do you fancy a date?
We could go picking daisies.
Behave yourself!
Your friend's calling you.
You know what this is all about?
We’re here for the guy’s photo.
Here, with all the necessary details.
So this is the quitter.
He left the last shipment in the express.
He’s got a nerve.
Lined his pockets now he wants to pack it in.
I thought he’d have carried on. But it's your call.
He seems a nice guy.
-Address? -It's on the thing.
“Emile Lourmel, washer... 4, Rue de la Gare, Bobigny."
Hey. What about our money for this?
When the job's done.
From tonight, I’m your only contact.
-So you’re the boss. -Right.
Shall we go?
Let's go.
-Bye. -I’ll see you out.
You’re coming down?
The Paris-Strasbourg!
-Phone, Mimile. -For me?
Hello? Mimile speaking. Go ahead.
Sure, it’s Mimile!
What?
I shouldn’t go home? Why not?
I should run away?
Hello!
You look strange. Something wrong?
No! No!
The Paris-Strasbourg...
Not one cent out. All square.
-Enjoy, boss. -Thanks.
-Ju|ien? -Boss?
What are you carrying?
-My things. -Show me.
Put it back where you got it.
You can’t allow theft, kid. Never.
I’m sorry, Mr. Henri.
I lost at the races. The rent’s due and I have kids.
I messed up.
-How much did you lose? -14,000.
All I had. I was given a tip.
Here’s 10,000.
Don’t do it again, or I’ll fire you.
-Thanks, Mr. Henri. -Say nothing.
A word of advice: forget racing.
Good evening.
I’ll be off now.
Fancy a quick bite?
No, thanks. I’m not hungry, I’m sleepy.
I can give you a lift. My wheels are at the door.
Yes, please, Mr. Henri. It’d save me a taxi.
-Where do you live? -Rue Jouffroy.
Let's go.
You have posh tastes. This is a nice area.
I like it. It’s a quiet street.
And I’ve been here for ages.
I suppose we get into habits...
How old are you?
Twenty-two. Why do you ask?
No reason.
-It’s here? -Yes.
-You live alone? -Yes. A room on the sixth.
-No family? -No.
My dad died, my mother remarried.
No boyfriend either?
What’s so funny?
A sweet kid like you might have a Romeo.
I’ve nothing. No toothbrush or underwear.
Don’t worry. You’ll find all the tools upstairs.
Too much light?
Don’t tell me you still got your cherry!
I said nothing.
Teeth like that don’t need a toothbrush.
Give me another smile.
Underwear!
Why would you conceal all this?
-There’s a little clip. -Oh?
Underwear...
-Bi rot? -Yes.
-Henri from Nantes. -My husband’s expecting you.
Louis!
-Henri from Nantes. -You’re expected.
-Everything set? -Yes.
-How much? -I made 50 kilos of white.
-Will that do? -Yes. I’ll take 40.
I’ve a big shipment due. Give the rest to the carriers.
Raymond and Lucien already took one kilo each.
I have eight left.
-Where do you work? -There.
You know carriers can’t take more than a kilo at once.
I remember the orders. Trust me.
That way they're not tempted to split with it.
When did you get 50 kilos of morphine?
Hang on... Last Saturday.
Turn it around fast. I’ve a big delivery.
-All white? -Yes. All white.
-No need for morphine? -Not for now.
Smack’s the drug of choice.
So, let’s see...
If we write off losses of one-fifth, that makes...
40 kilos. That’s enough for now.
Work round the clock. I need it quick.
Sure, Mr. Henri. Is it for England?
-Mind your own business. -Yes. Sorry.
-That’s the acids. -1 know.
-Got my package? -Up there.
I made four packages of ten kilos.
-Will that do? —Yes.
Must be a carrier.
-It’s Marcel. -Let him in.
-You want to see him? -No. Give me my packages.
It’s all here.
Hi.
Your second package is ready. One second.
You make me laugh.
Why only one kilo at once? It means more trips.
I’ve had it with pedalling.
I obey orders.
Solange, get the door.
Is that all you’ve got to say?
I waited for you, Mr. Henri. I shouldn’t have?
Getting formal with me now?
I cooked something in case you’re hungry.
You were right. I am hungry.
Mr. Roger the Catalan and his friend came three times.
-Oh? -And are coming tonight.
But at this hour...
-Don’t you want-- -I ate with the staff.
It’s late. I must go.
-Where? -Home, Rue Jouffroy.
What an idea! Come and sit down.
Good trip?
Pour me a drink.
Business good tonight?
127,000.
Not bad.
-How about the bar? -Not bad.
Go to bed. Don’t wait up.
verge =~c ’3’:§§§§§ -Kind of.
Birot gave five kilos of junk to a carrier.
Shit. I went over the rules with him.
All the snorting eats away at his brain.
The carrier must have sweet-talked him.
-Which one? -Marcel. He took the lot.
Scum!
Find him, and the stuff too.
That’s what Paul said.
But we need your help.
The guy will try to sell the stuff and will contact the dealers. You’ll see.
-I could do with a drink. -Me too.
Fetch two glasses.
Do you want a plate for food?
No, I’m fine.
Five kilos is a heck of a lot.
You’re telling me.
Pass the knife. I’ll have some paté.
He’s not selling baked beans. We’ve a chance to get it back.
Maybe. But we have to take care of Birot.
Liski’s orders.
Come on! You can’t waste Birot!
He may be a jerk, but he’s a craftsman.
What would Liski do without him?
Chemical engineers don’t grow on trees.
Don’t worry about your nerd.
We won’t eat him, just give him a beating.
Nothing heavy.
You take Birot and I’ll get Marcel.
-Okay? -Yes, but-—
Paul said you were to stay with us.
Do as I say. It’ll be faster.
I’ll make some calls. I’ll find Marcel.
Let’s do that.
So we go to Birot’s?
But go easy. Don’t mess him up too much.
Come on.
-Bye, then. -Bye.
You’re here to see Birot at this hour?
Who is it?
-What’s up? -I want a word.
-This is for the-- —Right.
Thugs! Murderers! Leave him alone!
-You can see he’s sick! -We’ll cure him.
No more than one kilo at once!
Yes, yes...
No! No, no!
No! Leave her alone, you hear! I won’t do it again.
Shut up!
-Game on? -Go ahead.
1,500. 2,000 there!
2,000? 2,500!
2,500-- the pair.
Roll.
Seven wins!
Banco!
Banco for the gentleman.
-I’ll join you. -No, solo!
Stump up the cash. This isn’t Deauville.
Go.
Three, house loses.
Easy, Victor.
Next. Here’s 32,000.
-On a roll, buddy? -Can’t complain.
Want to bet on my lucky streak?
Why not?
Roll for us both when the cup comes around.
-Where do we start? -I don’t know. 3,000 each.
-Okay. -And we’ll just let it run.
Go ahead, sonny.
I said you go ahead!
Eleven wins!
Let’s have silence, damn it!
For the pair? 22,000 the pair.
Where are you taking me?
You’re taking us to where the five kilos are hidden.
-Why are you here? -Checking it’s working.
It is. Ijust nabbed our joker.
And the junk?
-He was taking me. -We’ll come.
-My car’s over there. -We'll bring you back.
Get in.
Where are the packages?
Where’s the other?
I sold it.
To whom?
Some guy. Don’t know his name.
Pull the other one.
He was a jobber.
And what’s his name?
Fredo?
No.
Little Jean?
Charlie the Bag?
No.
-As you wish. -Don’t shoot.
Who then?
Fredo.
Give me the towel.
-What are you doing? -Staying here.
The big boss wants to see you.
-Get in, Henri. -Where are we taking him?
Don’t worry.
-No! -Get in, damn it!
Yes?
Oh, it’s you. Wait a second.
Just changing rooms.
Hello? Yes, I’m listening.
There was nothing I could do.
Sure, had I known...
Of course I’m right.
I’ll do my best.
Henn?
You have my word. All right.
Good-bye.
Henri!
-You slept well, baby? -Yes.
What about you?
So-so.
-Come back to bed. —I've got to work.
You said we’d go to get my things.
Bring them in a taxi.
So you’ll keep me?
Looks like it.
-Say b , ab -Yes? y.
Should anything happen to me--
Anything?
I’ll tell you later.
You can be weird. I wonder...
Don’t wonder too much, honey.
I’m just a bar owner.
-Rue de Monceau? -Pardon?
-Rue de Monceau? -From Nantes?
Get in.
What do you want to know?
I heard you were in charge.
I want to see your retailers. Is that a problem?
-Why? -You think I find it fun?
I don’t care where it comes from.
I represent the big boss. Sales are down. I’m shaking everyone up.
What are you looking into, white or black?
Both.
Start with black. Ly Chian.
-Where’s he live? -Rue de Lisbonne.
Go easy. He’s sensitive.
Hi, Ly Chian.
This is a good friend.
He’s here to talk business.
Your suppliers are complaining.
You have to buy more, or...
Or what?
No more junk. Either double the orders or nothing.
The goods are expensive. Customers are scarce.
My retailers’ customers are poor.
You must understand.
I just want you to buy more. As for the rest...
Out of a kilo of opium, only one third can be smoked.
At 80,000 francs a kilo of black,
it’s an expensive passion.
We can’t lower our prices. We have expenses.
Where’s your opium den?
They used to be more numerous and I could get by.
Whereas now...
And your dealers?
For them, it’s worse.
That’s why I asked. I want to see one.
Impossible. Only I know them.
I said I want to see one.
-No, I’m sorry. -I said I want to see one!
Give me an address.
No.
Give me an address!
128, Rue de Chalon.
Ho Yen.
Coming?
I’ll see you tomorrow.
You call that “going easy”?
Are you coming?
Why do you want to see the dealers?
He said it was worse for them. I want to know why.
-Coming? -No.
Bye then.
Yes, it’s a good idea, but you must be quick.
Hurry up.
I’m off to the Troquet.
Good-bye.
Hi, baby. You okay?
Business good tonight?
Fairly busy.
Well, well!
We want a word. Got a second?
-Something wrong? -Read that.
SETBACK FOR DRUGS GANG
Notorious US trafficker Big Rosillio arrested,
40 kilos of heroin seized on liner by Le Havre police.
You’re right there.
Liski wants your views. He ﬁnds it funny.
Don’t you?
Meaning?
Us, nothing. Liski wants a word.
Right away.
And where is Liski?
-At home? -Hardly.
We don’t know where home is.
Don’t worry. He wants to see you.
We’ll drive you.
If he wants me, let him summon me.
I know his address.
No use sending people for me. Got it?
Here’s the law!
Don’t stop. Carry on playing.
Nobody move! Stay where you are.
Hey, take it easy!
-Businessman! -Me too!
Papers?
-Occupation? -My parents’ shame.
Trying to be funny?
Hey there!
-What did you hide? -Nothing.
Nothing? May I?
—Dirty pervert! -Stil| warm.
Search him, he could be a sales rep for all we know.
Chopin, put a sock in it.
-Who’s the boss here? -Not me.
-I didn’t ask that. -It’s me.
-What’s up? -Papers.
What do you mean, papers? I’m a businessman.
I said papers.
My card?
-You’ll get it later. -What?
Come with me.
Well, well!
Got all the IDs?
-Should we give them back, boss? -No.
No. Pack them up. We’ll check them at home.
-The women too? -Everyone.
Two English tourists. What do we do?
-Apologize to them. -Okay.
Let’s hit the road. You too.
Let’s go!
Excuse me!
Don’t touch me.
Come on, hurry along.
Aren’t you taking the cashier?
Don’t touch me, dirty old man.
Let me get my bag.
I wouldn’t have come if I’d known.
Sorry.
-Where are you going? —My car's there.
We’ve found you a car. It’s chauffeur-driven.
I hope my car isn’t stolen.
You’d just steal another.
Why am I here?
We’ll tell you. Detectives’ ofﬁce.
He had a gun.
Oh, yeah? Detectives’ office.
-What about me, Captain? -Check the lady.
If she’s in order, send her away.
What about my man?
There’s pimping as well as carrying.
Pimp? He’s got a job.
-He’s a ﬁtter. -So is your sister!
No police thrillers here!
You don’t like my face?
A wise guy. Put him with the others.
And what do I do?
-I’ve nothing to do with them. -Wait and see!
Put him with the others!
And this one too!
Why were you in Le Havre two days ago?
Me, in Le Havre?
-You’re joking. -I’ll be here all week.
You were in the Select Bar.
-No... -A snitch told us.
Leave it out. I don’t know the Select Bar.
There’s too much light. Turn it off, Lecharme.
-Recognize this? -I don’t know these guys.
I’m sick of your nonsense!
Start talking. We’ve no time to waste.
Who are you working for?
-Who called you back? -Whose dope is it?
-Where’s the opium from? -The Balkans?
-Yugos|avia? -Where’s your lab?
Where were you?
-Which hotel? -Shit!
They’ll murder him.
-The bastard! -Take him with the others.
What links them and Ferré? They were seen together.
It’s nothing to do with us, Captain.
Chatting to someone doesn’t mean you know them!
I don’t know him. He owns Le Troquet.
-We go for the food. -And it’s good.
We’d be glad to invite you one day.
Us breaking bread together!
When Ferré’s better, interrogate him.
He’ll talk, if it takes us two days!
I witnessed the whole palaver. He didn’t back down.
So he got a good hiding.
Legally, they can’t keep him this long.
It’s part of our human rights.
Yes.
Whoa! They took care of you.
The bastards spared me nothing.
Then they apologized for their mistake!
I’m going up, because...
See?
Hand me a mirror.
-I look cute. -We’ll see to that.
-You okay, sweetheart? -Yes.
Don’t worry. It’s nothing.
-I was scared. -It’s over.
-They won’t be back? -No.
But Le Troquet is doing well.
-Yes. -Then why don’t you...
No questions, baby. Never. Understood?
Run me a bath. I’m dirty.
-Hi there. -Stay where you are!
Are you mad? We're checking on your health.
Paul sent us.
Wanted to know if you needed help.
-He didn’t dare phone. -We wanted to apologize.
They let us go when they got nowhere.
How did it end for you?
-Leave us alone. -Don’t you—-
Go, I said.
Don’t worry. It’s ﬁne.
How did it end?
None of your business.
You don’t think I spilled the beans?
Liski is worried.
Not for the cops. He knows you held out.
-We|l? —Well,
he wants to know if you can start work again.
Your dealer routine paid off.
Sales are up.
The Le Havre fiasco was a blow. Liski was livid.
Maybe, but I don’t like this posturing.
Nor being sent for with shooters.
Don’t blame us. Orders is orders.
Give an inch, Henri. Don’t be stubborn.
What do I tell Paul?
Given my face, I’ll start in a few days.
Farewell.
Good-bye.
If he doubts me, he shouldn’t count on me.
I hate being bullied. And I don’t like threats.
He’s apologized, Henri.
Like all Bretons, stubborn.
-Ciao. -Kenavo.
I waited till they’d gone.
I’ll run your bath.
-Lisette. -Yes?
Remember what I said, ifI was in danger?
In danger of what?
Well, if one day...
You see what I mean.
Call Turbigo 2020.
Ask for Paul from Henri Ferré.
He’ll know what it means.
The Paul who sometimes calls?
No. Another Paul.
Don’t try to understand.
This one’s a friend.
You’ll remember?
-Turbigo 2020. -Yes.
-Turbigo 2020. -Right.
Not eating?
I’m not hungry.
-So you’re going with my friend? -I said so.
I don’t care if he knows my pushers.
-People know I’m into junk. -Too many, I’m afraid.
Hold your tongue when you’re drunk.
Okay, don’t harp on.
I’m of age, right? I do what I want.
Léa, who do you think you’re talking to?
-Be polite to my mate! -Piss off.
Hush, Fredo. You can see she’s drowsy.
Problem, children?
-Poor supper? -No, ﬁne.
Your cheek’s red, kitten.
We mustn’t get upset.
Careful, Léa, or you know what’ll happen.
No more grams for you. Got that?
Don’t do that, Fredo.
I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was saying.
You see, she’s a good kid.
Something else.
I know you cut the junk with lactose.
Since you’re being smart, I warn you.
If I hear you’ve cut heroin with milk,
I’ll lock you up for a week with no powder.
Got it, bitch?
Who told you that, Fredo?
-I swear it’s not true. -Enough!
She’ll go with you, Henri, see what you want.
Excuse me. I’ll be back.
Feeling better?
It won’t last.
How old are you?
What does it matter?
We age quickly in this life.
Have you been using long?
You mustn’t believe Fredo.
I’ve never put lactose in my wraps.
You know dealers. Each worse than the next.
What do you want to see, exactly?
Your dealers. That’s all.
Strange idea.
Well...
we could try Titin’s.
It’s nearby.
One of my guys will be there.
That’s Pockface. Know him?
Busted in the postal order case.
-Remember? -Oh, yes.
How much time did he do?
Good evening.
-Drink? -Brandy for me.
Two.
Jo?
-Hello. -Hel|o, darling.
A friend.
Good evening.
-What are you drinking? -Chartreuse.
He wants to see you operate. Got a delivery tonight?
A delivery?
Why does he want to see?
-Who is he? -Ask no questions.
Letting a stranger see my customers?
Are you crazy?
Just obey. Don’t ask why.
-But-- -Do what you’re asked to do.
Right.
-Who do you want to see? -Like she said, a delivery.
Got anything?
-Yes. I’m awaiting a call. -We’ll see.
Brute. You hurt me.
They’d call me Sweet Henri when I was younger.
For me, no doubt. See, it didn't take long.
What a brute your friend is.
Don’t worry. There’s no danger.
-Don’t be jealous. -See how he looked at him?
-Yes. - Door 1 05.
As usual. Same spot.
Coming?
-Where? -Varenne metro station.
You go, I’ll follow.
Not bad. That’s nice work.
Tell the kid I’m satisfied.
We sometimes use this thing.
We slide the wraps in here.
Yeah, pretty smart.
Right. Come on.
Fancy going to a club?
-Where’s your beat? -Montparnasse.
Do we take the metro?
You’re mad. We’ll hail a cab.
Yvonne?
-He|lo, Léa. —Hello, Yvonne.
-Sir. -Evening.
Le Bosco’s replacement.
Delighted.
-Going well? -Can't complain.
-I meant the sales. -Me too.
Yesterday I did 60.
The average is 45, 50.
I’ll be back.
Isn’t 45, 50 grams a good average?
Yes, but you could do better.
Think about it. It’s in your interest.
You’re a riot.
Sell cheaper to attract new customers.
We can’t lower prices. Tough.
Those who don’t order double will be fired.
-Understood? -Understood.
I’m thirsty now.
We’ll order a bottle.
No sweat. He’s our supplier.
Thank you.
Shall we drink this bottle?
Yvonne?
Thank you.
Give me five grams. I’ve got customers.
Come on.
Henn?
The florist is doing well.
I don’t care about her.
Just say yes, Henri.
I like you.
Oh, I like you!
You want to come home?
Thanks, but it’s past your bedtime.
Why should I go?
I must stay here.
-In my office! -Hush.
This is where I work.
Supplies of every kind!
I supply all those jerks!
I said shut up.
It all goes up their nose.
Right up their nose, Henri.
Look at them.
Look at all the junkies.
-Come on. -Bunch of jerks!
Come along.
Take your drugs and die!
You’re in my good books.
Really you are.
Come to my place, Henri.
Come on, darling.
You’re in a bad way, kid.
Tell me where and I’ll see you home.
See me home. But...
I’m not well.
I can’t be alone now.
I’ll go and see the Arabs.
At least they’re not stuck up.
Where’s that?
Rue Vercingétorix, behind Montparnasse Station.
They smoke marijuana there.
Tell him. Tell the driver.
Rue Vercingétorix.
You hear?
It’s you, Léa. How are you?
You’re not alone?
He’s a friend. Show him in, Assumption.
Go on in.
I’ll take three.
And you?
No, give me something to drink.
How about a small rum?
Don’t worry. I’m Léa’s friend.
-I’m in business with Léa. -Oh?
Is marijuana hard to find?
You know the Timbuktu?
-The Timbuktu in Pigalle? -Yes.
The gentlemen there supply me.
Really?
That Léa is a wretched girl.
She is.
I’ll teach her a lesson.
No, Henri. No philanthropy.
Find a replacement. Someone deserving.
Urgent? Of course it is!
I don’t want to hear of it.
This girl is dangerous.
Too dangerous.
Good-bye.
-Okay? -Okay-ish.
-What is it, trouble? -No, nothing.
Julien, no more kidneys or coq au Chambertin.
He wants to replace Léa urgently.
He’s had enough.
That junkie girl at Nanard's in Montmartre.
Yes.
You’re in a hurry.
Okay, bye.
-What will you have, Mr. Jo? -I don’t know.
It all makes me feel sick.
Some champagne.
-What’s new, daddy? -Crap!
What’s up?
My chick was busted last night by vice.
It’s getting tough out there.
Any more and I’m going to lose it.
-She’|l come out. -You think so!
You’ve got a business, whereas I...
We’ll drink a bottle.
Give us a Bollinger.
-Going to the Champs-Elysées? -No, I’m in the wood.
My man says it’s better for my health.
-Going by taxi? -Sure!
I walk enough all day.
Drop me at Madeleine.
-She’s still there? -Yes. Drunk.
-When you see what she drinks-- -Watch it when she comes out.
See you later.
We won’t be home for a while.
And I’m starving.
There they are. Look out.
Oh, the swine!
Roger, get up.
Come on, Roger.
No more firecrackers, or I call the police!
Rascals!
Drive on.
Step on it!
Go to bed, sweetheart. I’ll close up and follow.
-You were closing up? -Yes.
-Your kid? -She hit the sack.
-Why the long face? -A blow. A hard one. We need you.
Switch off.
The cops were waiting at Nanard’s.
I shot one or two. I don’t know.
-They recognized you? -You bet!
-Why were you there? -For Léa.
I’ll have a drink.
Give me the towel.
You’re sure you got the pigs?
You bet!
They were on me right away.
Without my gun, I was a goner.
We’re on the run now, and no mistake.
Soon every cop in France will have our photo.
We need a hideout.
I can’t keep you here since the raid.
We didn’t mean you. Liski must find a way.
Liski! Are you mad?
-Go to Birot’s. -Why not the police station!
We do as I said, Henri.
Only you know the address.
I can’t take you at this hour.
I can give him a call.
-We do as I said, Henri. -Don't be stubborn!
We have to call Paul.
No, it’s up to him to get us out of the shit.
Let’s go.
I’ll drive you, but he’ll be pissed off.
We don’t give a damn.
You’ll remember? Turbigo 2020.
Yes.
Turbigo 2020.
Hello? Turbigo 2020?
Hello, Mr. Paul?
I’m calling on behalf of Henri Ferré.
-You weren’t followed? -We told you, no.
That’s enough, Liski! Stop your games.
I killed a cop. I’ve no time for bullshit.
You have to hide us.
-How did they know? -I haven’t a clue!
-Who told them? -Maybe it’s a coincidence.
No, someone ratted.
Yes, someone did.
Wait, I’ve an idea.
Wait here. I’ll be back.
If he double-crosses us...
Why would he do that?
Here’s 500 notes.
All the available cash I’ve got.
I’ll get more soon.
Where will we hide?
I’ve a house 30 kilometers away, a former hunting pavilion.
You can stay a few days till I get the money
and papers for your departure.
No more France for you.
-Is the pavilion safe? -Safe as houses.
I keep the opium there. The perfect hideout.
Here’s the map. Henri will drive you.
What you do is follow these lines.
Avoid the main roads.
Here are the keys. That’s it.
Go.
As I’m on the run, you sort out Le Troquet.
I’ll warn your staff.
Careful as you go down.
We won’t be banging on drums.
Good evening.
-Sure it’s the right road? -I must be.
As long as we’re not on a main road...
-We must have gone astray. -Shut up!
I think he’s right.
Stop and see where we are.
We came too far and missed a left turn.
Couldn’t you check the map earlier? Is this deliberate?
Sure, I love to get picked up!
Let’s move instead of talking.
-You know the way? —I hope so!
Who cares? It’s not the main road.
Shut up with your main roads!
We’ve been driving like fools for an hour!
You’d think--
-What do you mean? -Nothing.
Well?
Here’s a village.
It may be this one.
Did you ﬁnd the switch?
It stinks in here. It needs air.
I’ll light a fire to clear it.
-I’|l open up. -You’re mad!
Close it.
There are no shutters.
Put some furniture in front.
Come and see, lads.
-We won’t go hungry. -Oh!
Liski’s extremely organized.
Think he’s the big boss?
I’m not sure.
I could be a kraut, a wop, a yank.
I reckon Liski’s the only French boss.
Stateside it was Big Rosillio. But there were guys above him.
The real big boss may be... I don’t know.
They’re the ones we never see!
There’s a way inside, over the wall.
Quiet.
No cigarettes!
Cars are coming through the forest guided by the local police.
Okay!
The only thing missing is a tank!
Wow.
It’s not a hunting lodge, it’s an arsenal.
What will you do with that firepower?
I’ve a weakness for sprays.
You could have told me, boss.
I couldn’t, mate.
What’s the matter with you?
What?
With the damn windows open, we're sitting ducks.
-What’s got into you? —Shut up, damn it!
Someone has ratted on us.
They’ll die...
Where are you, Henri?
Here.
-Coming, Lecharme? -Yes. Let's go.
Remember what I said, Leroux.
You, don’t move.
The boss is just coming.
Martin.
Hello, Martin? Start the raid.
All teams move at the same time.
I want to see them all when I’m back.
Fredo, Little Jean, the Chinese-- everyone!
Go for it. Raid them all!
That’s it now. Hands up or I’ll shoot.
What?
Wave at me or I’ll fire at you!
My God, he’s on their side. The bastard!
Hello? This is Captain Rominger.
The house is surrounded. Surrender.
Throw down your weapons. Come out with your hands up.
Go f...
-Henri is one of us? -Yes.
The boss told me to fill you in.
Shit! To think we beat him up.
Forget it. Or you’ll get shot.
Keep your advice and show yourself!
I give you one last chance.
Give up. The boss wants you alive.
I want you dead, scumbag.
Hiding, eh? You’re windy.
Just like a cop!
-Your courage-— -Here I am, creep.
-Doctor! -Don’t worry, Fernand.
-You’re hit. -On the arm. It’s nothing.
Doctor, see to him, quick. He’s Inspector Henri Ferré.
-I was worried for him. —How did you know?
The girl.
She said you were going to Liski’s.
We hurried there, and you’d just left.
Thinking of it, search the place.
Liski keeps his opium there.
More evidence against him.
What are you doing here?
I’ll follow, Fernand.
Are you wounded?
It’s nothing. Don’t worry.
-So you’re in the police? -Yes!
It’s funny, Henri. I suspected you weren’t into drugs.
You reckon?
I’ve been well into them for a long while.
You go home, sweetheart. I’ve lots of work to do.
This is no place for you.
See you later, baby.
I’ll wait for you.
Ah, here’s a nice crowd.
Some are missing, more are coming.
A fine sight to see.
He’s happy. He put in a shift.
To think he was a lousy cop.
Do you realize?
You think you’re clever!
Arresting a woman!
-You dickheads! -Hush!
Why hush? With those bastards?
-You dickheads! -Tone it down.
Let me go!
Let me go. I’ve had enough of you lot!
I’m going to die. You hear me?
I’m going to die!
Morons!
Fernand, give her some dope.
Leroux?
Give her what she needs.
Come with me.
Come on. I’ll give you some.
I’d like to see Liski now.
Where is he?
Here.
VICE SQUAD DETECTIVES' OFFICE
THE END