All language subtitles for Pill of Death 1970

Did you have too much to
drink?

That's it, too much to drink.

- He's my husband.
-ls he?

- You don't have to comment.
- I don't.

He's an antique dealer

- I'm not an antique dealer. Are you?
- I'm not either.

- You're what they call a fop, aren't you?
- Yes, a fop. A playboy.

- Something of a pimp?
- No, absolutely not.

My parents have lots of money.

Do you collect fops?

Do you go to Regine's often?

Alone, never. With my husband,
from time to time.

But your husband is away.
Away for long?

I don't. know. He was supposed
to come back yesterday.

- And he's coming back tomorrow?
- I don't know.

Careful. It's straight.

So, since you're furious,
you decided to get drunk

and bring a fop back home.
ls that it?

- Do you really want to make him jealous?
- Shut up.

I don't like threesomes.

You're going to go now.

I'm asking you to.

You're going to get out
of here right now, do you hear?

Yes. I'll leave the two of you alone.

Get out. Now.
Do you hear me? Now.

- Don't you want to leave your things?
- It's a quirk, you know.

No. Don't put the light on.

I must be a mess. Don't. look at me.

Stay another five minutes.

From now on, you'll have
to be very composed.

Nothing will have disappeared.
Nothing will have been forced.

Tomorrow, you'll go to
your office as usual.

You'll do your job as usual.

That's good.

Come to think of it, you're a bad boy.

No, I'm not. This is the first
and last time that I'll do this.

- And are you sure you're doing it for me?
- For you and for me.

- Because you love me?
- Yes, because I love you.

Won't you get it wrong?

This is my table.
The key is in the right-hand drawer.

I know.

- Are you cleaning up?
-You know I like order.

Don't be afraid. I'll be here the day
after tomorrow, with the money.

- Will you think about me?
- Of course.

It's me. Everything's fine.

Very well. Listen,
you have to do something.

You must go and fetch a package
I hid under the bridge.

Under the bridge.

I don't want to take that with me.

You'll understand.

Just me, you'll understand.
Yes, I'm off to Paris.

The day after tomorrow.

I'll be here the day after tomorrow.

Do as I tell you, right now.

- Nicolas, I love you.
-I love you too.

Go on, shoot.

Francoise. Phone call.

Yes. I was wailing for your call.

Well... no, I'm a little tired.

Today, I'm going on holiday.
Three or four days.

Yes, it's absolutely necessary.

By the way,

your porter says you must go to
the post-office as soon as possible.

Something about a parking ticket,
I think.

A letter for you.

Towers of Nane-Dame,
75h30, Francoise.

There's an alert and the network
is in security retreat mode.

- Héléne orders to sever all contacts.
- What about me?

You must vanish.

Vanish in what hole?
Not my place, I sure.

No. Mine. I've been living In
the Rue Massillon for four days.

It's very close from here
You must wail for Hélene's orders there.

No news is good news.

I beg your pardon?

Nothing.
Just thinking about my wife.

Right now, I'm In Florence,
appraising Renaissance bronzes.

I should have been home yesterday.

You'll tell your wife that the flu
kept you in a hotel in Florence.

Yes. I needed that.
Let's go.

- I already moved six times this year.
-Do you have fun being a letterbox?

- It would be too long a story.
-I'm not asking you to tell it.

I'm sick of it. Do you hear? Sick.

If you're not here tomorrow,
I swear I'll sleep with some man.

Any man.

Do you like it?
It's nice, as far as cells go.

Where shall I sleep?

This is a bed.
What about you?

It's a double bed, isn't it?
Yes, it is.

- Do you allow me to put my flu to bed?
- I can even buy you rum and aspirin.

If you have something to hide in
the apartment, do it while I'm out.

- How much?
-Almost 39°.

Drink your rum.

- May I tell you something unpleasant?
-Yes, go on.

- If I were Helene, I wouldn't use you.
-Why?

Because you're a... narcissist.

All those pictures are a bad sign.

I'll put twice as many
on the walls tomorrow.

- To make it look even worse?
-No, to prove I like a challenge.

- That's a woman's reaction.
-Are you a misogynist?

If I were, I wouldn't obey
a woman's orders.

You would obey anyway,
since you chose our profession.

Ifs not a profession. It's a belief.

Héléne is not a woman anyway.

-What about me?
-You, I don't know.

Appearances are against you,
in any case.

- Good night, Nick.
- Good night, Francoise.

Don't worry. You're safe here.

I'm just a little letterbox
of no consequence.

Very safe, very airtight.

With no importance whatsoever.

It's a copy, isn't it?

No, madam, mister Krestowltz
never sells copies.

- Heavily restored.
- No, madam.

The canvas was changed,
of course, but that's all.

Obviously, it would be necessary
to inspect the nails.

But I assure you this arm, here,
was restored with putty.

- No, madam, this is dried veneer.
- Do you really think so?

I'm sure of it, madam.

- And what is the price?
- One million.

What?

One million including the new canvas,

the veneer, the putty, the nails,
the restoration.

And when you sit on it, it shatters.
Are you interested? One million.

- But it's im...
- Yes, madam, it's possible.

You're not Interested?
Goodbye, madam.

-But this is insane.
- Yes, it's insane.

You're a madwoman.

Mister Krestowicz never sells copies
but he lets his wife down.

- So you don't have any news?
- Of course not.

No phone call? Not even a letter?

You know perfectly well that
he never writes.

Not to me, he doesn't.
To you, perhaps.

Do you like being his accessory?

- Accessory to what?
- His affairs. His escapes. His loves.

-You're exaggerating, really.
- Yes, of course, I exaggerate.

Do you think it normal that a husband

doesn't call his wife when he's
48 hours late?

Come on, you know he never calls
when he's travelling. You're used to it.

I'm getting unused fast.

Personally, you see,
I think that Mr. Nicolas

is on a good deal. On a trail.

He's sniffing a couple of things,
he smells, he follows,

- and nothing exists for him anymore.
- What if the object is a woman?

- Really, no.
- How do you know?

- I don't, obviously...
-Well, shut up, then.

- Did Héléne tell you to stay home?
- As much as possible.

My orders are to play dead
in your company.

For a routine alert, the penalty
is four days in reclusion.

Eggs, sardines, yogurts,
jam and continental toasts.

Are you hungry?

Your turn.
I'm fed up.

I don't want to go home.
May I sleep here?

Of course you can sleep here.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm his wife.

- Is this the first time he's done this?
- What?

Not letting you know anything.

He travels. He disappears.
I married a distraught.

Didn't you tell me he was in Italy?

- He'll be here tomorrow or the day after.
- I don't care. I'm sick of it.

- Cheat on him.
- I try, but it's pathetic.

- Do you cheat on Christian?
- Sometimes.

- Yes, I'm sick of it.
- No, you're jealous.

Well, yes I am jealous.
I'm very jealous.

Believe it or not, I think it's normal
when you love a man.

- Do you think it's monstrous?
- Me? No. Not at all.

- Perhaps he's had an accident.
- They never have accidents.

- I'll make your bed.
- No, don't bother. I'll sleep with you.

As you wish. We'll cry together.

No, madam, no news from him.
Absolutely nothing.

I'm so sorry.

See you soon.

Nothing.

Did you have tea?

- Did you sleep well?
- Very badly.

If you take sleeping pills
and waking up tablets,

you're going to ruin your nerves.

If you're sorry you let me stay,
just say so.

If you take it that way,
damn you, Dominique.

Damn you too.

Damn all of you, him, you,
your ugly pooch, all of you.

Of all the... Do you hear, Merlin?

Just because madam's husband
cheats on her

with a fat girl he picked up
on the street,

she says you're ugly. Poor Merlin.

- What are you saying?
- Me? Nothing.

Talk.

- You're going to talk or...
- Alright. I'll talk.

Calm down, darling.

As I was saying, I met Nick
the day before yesterday, in Paris,

with a... well, a woman on his arm.

I followed them due to silly curiosity
and that's it.

Rue Massillon, 3rd floor.

I had a glimpse of Nick
through the window.

It's not true.

Open the door.

Where is he? I know he's here.

- What do you want?
- Where is he?

Leave it be, Francoise.
This is my wife.

Who told you I was here?

Don't touch me.
How did you know I was here?

Bastard.

Who gave you this address?

I promise you you're going to talk.

But she's mad. This is a mad-woman.

His name is not Nicolas Balsier.

He doesn't live Rue Ramel.
He certainly is no insurance salesman.

His ID is fake.

Francoise Oscarssen.

Born In Copenhagen.
A model. That's true.

French mother, wife to a Danish man.
That's true.

He was settled here
since at least 48 hours.

He didn't like to move around
since the caretaker

never saw him go up or down
the stairs.

Other than these, no personal things.
Not even a razor.

Yes, go on.

I want your photographs and report on
my desk as soon as possible.

Nonsense, as usual.

The chap on the 2nd floor saw black hair,
a mackintosh and a revolver.

The woman on the 1st floor mentions
a giant woman in a fur coat.

- None of this is simple.
- What's not simple?

The fact that the man and the girl
seemed to be living like siblings.

And also that he doesn't look like
either a pimp or a gangster.

Can we take them away?

Go with them to the mortuary. Have him
shaved, dressed and his picture taken.

On your way back, stop at the hospital
and inquire about the girl.

Gregor? How are you? Perfect.

You're going to walk in the vicinity
of the Rue Massillon, number 8

I said "the vicinity".

Something happened between
Francois Oscarssen and Nicolas Balsier.

The rendezvous ls at 11pm.
See you then.

- Leaving tomorrow?
- No, tonight.

- Hitch-hiking?
- No, she doesn't want to.

We'll take a truck. 2000 francs.

2000 francs to go to Fécamp
in a truck.

Will you stay there long?

Don't know. It will depends on the mate
who's supposed to get us on a boat.

Do you want to come? We've got space.
What would I do in Fécamp?

- Nothing.
- That's what I'm doing here.

May I go with you?

Francoise and Nicolas have been
taken care of.

There's only a vague description
of the woman who shot them.

Nicolas is dead.
Francoise is seriously wounded.

What are they saying in
the neighbourhood?

Everybody thinks it's a crime of passion.

- Where was Francoise taken to?
- To the Hétel Dieu hospital.

Tomorrow morning,
you'll buy a bunch of roses

and Walt for me at 8:15, at the
Chfitelet underground station, as usual.

- With roses?
- Why? Do you prefer tulips?

Gift-wrapped, please. It's a present.

That is a SS ring, isn't It?
It's a Nazi cross.

No, it's a swastika. A solar symbol.

Long hair. Rings. Ribbons.
And you think it's normal?

- Is short hair normal?
- Yes it is.

Can you picture me driving my truck
with rings and things,

and a ribbon around my head?

You dress up and don't do anything.
Do you think it's normal?

And driving bananas in a truck,
is that normal?

But what would happen if everybody
decided not to work anymore?

- Love.
- What?

- Love would happen.
- All of this will end badly.

Why should we give a shit?

But your girl is going to have
a baby, isn't she?

With the Chinaman, we'll manage.

- What Chinaman?
- My son.

Doesn't it smell nice?

The lab confirms the perfume killed
her through osmosis or inhalation.

Do you know that kind of stuff, doctor?

- To tell the truth, I...
- A perfect crime anyway. Good work.

INSURANCE SALESMAN MURDERED
AT THE HOME OF HIS MISTRESS

'The young, wounded Swedish girl

died this morning in the hospital
without having awoken.'

Nicolas Balsier, PO Box, number 7

Nicolas Balsien the mysterious
insurance salesman

lived Rue Rame y, 69.
But the street includes only 67 numbers.

You're welcome, sir.

I insist. Not everyone thinks
as fast as you do.

54 pages. You'll get the Xeroxes
in one hour.

My dear friend, the Balsler case
doesn't concern us anymore.

It now concerns these gentlemen.

Of course, Inspector, you'll continue to
investigate the case.

Yes, I understand. As a façade.

If you want to put it that way.

Just in case you'd find information,

please send it directly
to the Commissaire.

From now on, we'll handle
the press communiqués.

These gentlemen would like you
to summarise

everything you know about the case.

No, don't summarise. On the contrary:

we're interested in every detail.

Take a seat, Tannodel.

Go on, inspector.

Did you lose something?

This is the Captain Pleyben,
if you'll allow me.

And there, the Minerva. A centenarian
Spanish ship sailing on crutches.

And I'm Gianni.

I'm my own captain and my only crew.

And I was built thirty years ago.

- Are you from Paris?
- Why?

Because... it shows, doesn't it?

D0 you know the Andromeda?

She sailed three days ago.
Friends of yours?

I was supposed to sail with them.

Well, if you swim you can join them.

Are you a sailor?

- What do you do?
- Nothing. I'm a caretaker.

- A caretaker with no lodgers.
- Here?

No. There.

Can you see the derelict trawler
between the two grey ones?

I'm her caretaker, her guardian.

She's the Star of the South.

A derelict trawler, but a constellation
of the first magnitude.

If you don't have anything better to do,
the tour is free,

and I refuse tips.

It's a gift. Do you like fruit?

So I pull out the tarpaulin
and what do I see? This.

So I say, shit, what is this?

At first, I thought it was a toy,
some plastic thing.

But when I picked It up,
boy, did I understand.

Sol brought it here at once.

My wife told me: mind your own business.
I told her: well...

'Wanted, a slim woman
with chestnut hair, known to he armed'

...I'll bring it to the police station.

So you had three passengers,
is that it?

Two were the tramp type.
well the youth of today type,

I mean. Dressed up. A man and his girl.

Or his wife for all I know.

And there was another girl,
but of another type entirely.

Rather clean.
Can you describe that woman?

Quite good-looking. Chestnut hair.

They all look alike now, you know.

A mackintosh, well, properly clothed.
Absolutely not like the other two.

- Do you feel better?
- I apologise. No, really, I do.

I'd never seen a dead person before.
It's awful, isn't it?

One gets used to it. You'll see.

You were saying that Mrs. Krestowicz
called you yesterday morning?

That's it, yesterday morning
for the last time.

She phoned several times the
day before, by the way.

I felt she was worried, nervous.
Very much so.

What about today? Did she call you?

- No, no news. Strange, isn't it?
- Maybe.

I'm going to be dead drunk.
I never drink alcohol.

First dead body, first booze-up.
Do you know her?

- No, not at all. Who ls she?
- A girl.

And you are...

- I really didn't picture policemen like this.
- Come on...

You'll have to pay double
for a night visits.

Do you like it? This is the deck.

Here, port. There, starboard.

Here is the prow.
Over there is the stern.

You know a lot of things.

I'm the only master on board.

But, if you want, you can be my mate.

- A ship's apprentice will do.
- Very well. You'll be an apprentice.

Do you know anything about
sailing terms?

- The prow, the stern. Port, starboard.
- Great. And this is the hold.

Follow the guide.

I'll show you the walking forest.

Look.

What do you think?
Shakespearean.

Half-turn.

- Now I'll show you your room.
- My room? Why?

Just in case.

If I indulged myself, I'd welcome everybody
who's in trouble aboard my ship.

But I don't indulge myself.

- You're wrong. I'm not in trouble.
- Good for you.

It's none of my business, anyway.

But you're a little lost, aren't you?

- What about you?
- Me?

From the day I was born,
I've been lost.

Love trouble?
Do you like asking questions?

I don't listen to the answers.

This is my place. So this is your place.

- What about you?
- I've got all the rest.

I'll be back, make yourself comfortable.

New.

Here we are.

Breakfast is between eight and noon.
Will that be alright?

Thank you, Jean.

- Thank you, Jean. You're very...
- Do you think so?

- I'm sure of it.
- If you say so. Good night.

You're wanted on the phone.

The suspension has to be tightened.

I'm off the track
as soon as I reach 280 km/h.

Three o'clock?

Krestowllz was an agent of great value.
I'm sure he fulfilled his assignment.

If the microfilms were in
Francoise Oscarssen's home,

there's 99 chances out of 100 for them to be
now in possession of the Special Services.

And 99 out of 100 for the apartment
to be watched

in the hope that we try to secure them.

I received explicit orders:

we must go on with the operation
at all costs.

Krestowitz stayed last
in the Rue Massillon.

The orders are to systematically search
this last refuge.

Did you tell them that the police
would be waiting for visitors?

They don't care about the visitor's fate,
but about the result.

Even If there's almost
no chance of success?

I'm just one gear in a huge machine, Fedor.

And the visitor... will be me?

I chose you.

You'll go to the
Rue Massillon tonight, 3am.

You'll get out at 5am.

If they watch the place,
they will let you proceed.

Then they'll follow you like hounds,

so that you lead them
to one of our addresses.

If you're not followed, I'll wait for you
in the parking lot in Cluny.

If you are, of course, ignore that contact.

What If Krestowltz' wife
has got the microfilms?

Did you think of that?

Perhaps Nicolas was careless, and his wife
discovered his activities.

Perhaps she even works for another network.

She knows too much in any case.

I hope we can neutralise her
before she's arrested and talks.

The service sends me two Torpedoes,

who'll stay at my disposal in order
to act on the slightest clue.

While my part is to put
my head in the lion's mouth.

You can refuse.

What if I do?

I'll go myself.

You know perfectly well I won't refuse.

Here, in case you fail.

You can keep it in your mouth:

the covering is hard and insoluble.
You'd have to bite very hard to break it.

What if I unwittingly swallow it?

Insoluble even in gastric juice.

Every possibility is anticipated, isn't it?

We'll part here.

I thank you.

Believe me. I'm very happy.

Do you understand me?

Some things are sometimes impossible
between two beings but...

although they're impossible...
one can try to prove them.

I'll prove what you know, Héléne.

Or maybe what you didn't know.

Yes, I knew.

I don't like buildings.
I don't like the subway.

I don't like week days.
I don't like the office.

I only like luxury hotels,
I only like dough.

I only like Sundays, I only like mink.

I only like cars, I only like caviare.

I only like stars, I only like Jaguars.

Did you write this song?
Yes, yes. Words and music.

Alright, go on.

I like only holidays, the snow and the sun.

I don'. like to get up when
the alarm clock rings.

The only thing I want is to
spend some bread

To own a yacht because
that's what's really smart.

Yes, I had every gift.
That's why I became a loser.

What about you?
Do you have any gift?

That is not possible.
Everybody's got a gift.

Let's say I could have loved a man.

- And it didn't work out?
- Yes it did, quite well.

Nobody should be unhappy
on such a night.

- Who says I'm unhappy?
- I wasn't referring to you.

I won't confide In you, Jean.
Even on such a night.

I've already told you that I'm not
asking anything.

This is your home.

Here, you can stay for one year.
For one hundred years.

I like you.

But you're wrong In thinking
that I'm unhappy.

Tonight, it's the opposite.

Central? This is F1.

Fox just got out of number 8,
heading for the Rue d'Arcole.

Did he spot you?
No, I don't think so.

Fox heading for the Rue d'Arcole.
F2. Got it.

He's going to try to ascertain
whether he's followed.

He knows that If we'd found the documents,
we would already have intercepted

This is F2 alerting F6.

Fox In Rue d'Arcole,
heading for Notre-Dame.

This ls Central, F2. Has Fox spotted you?
No, I don't think so.

He should have looked back several times.

He acts like a man who knows
he's being followed.

For a professional, it's a flaw.

This is F6, this is F6.

Fox in a Renault cab, 4810 UD 75.

This is Central. Got it, F6. Follow him.

F12 and F16.

This is F12. Cab spotted.

F127 Follow him. Don't lose him.

This is F6. Fox going up
the Boulevard Si. Michel.

F1, F14, F17 will now go 10 F9, F30, F34.

Now, he's going to pretend he's
going somewhere in particular,

In order 1o slip out of our hands
at the first opportunity.

Drive. Come on, drive.

This is F6.
Fox entering Rue de l'Arrivée,

heading for Gare Montparnasse.

Alefi F23.

F23, this is Central.

Fox in Renault cab 4810 UD 75,

Rue de l'Arrivée,
heading for Place Bienvenfie.

This is F23. Cab spotted.
Fox is heading for Gare Montpamasse.

This is F17. Fox is heading
for the platforms.

F17? If he passes through
the control, follow him.

This is bullshit.
He doesn't wait for anybody.

He just waits for us to make an error
and capitalise on ii.

F12, F23, F11, do not let Fox
out of your sight.

If he flees, chasing him is forbidden.

Fortunately the train was late,
but two hours.

It's not my fault,
I was blocked in a traffic jam.

I'm really sorry.

This is F34. Fox leaves the station,
he's heading for the exit.

It couldn't last, he had
to find something else.

This is Central, alerting all posts.

Fox is about to come out of
Gare Montpamasse.

This is F23. Fox In bus number 94
to Levallois.

Ta the Pare Monceau.

What gate of the PARC Monceau
are you going to?

Boulevard de Courcelles.

- No, don't take your clothes off.
- What do you want then?

Now, leave me alone.
I'm going to take some rest.

You can't Stay here more
than one hour, you know.

I'll be gone before that.

- You really don't want to?
- No. Not today.

The game is over.

Nothing else left to do.
You two, stay outside.

We're going to talk for a while.
I'm sure we'll find a way lo get along.

Now, we'll have to find something else.

'Dominique K rasto wicz,
the suspected murderess

of her husband and his mistress,
could be in Fécamp.

Unknown man commits suicide in hotel.'

I bet you were looking for me.

My name is Pavel Richko,
I've got a Finnish passport,

and I'm coming to France
with a serious business project.

You're a friend. You're welcoming me
at Le Bourget airport. I kiss you.

You're mad.

Smile, please.
That's an order.

See how easy it is?

Now come with me.
I love blue Gauloises.

Do you know Paris?

Quite well. Do you need a guide?

I was trained in the Western groups.

Blue Gauloises, please.

There are always two of us,
didn't you know?

- I did.
- Do you have a car?

Yes. But I'm not going with you.

And I always thought
that women, in Paris...

Please. I'll wait for you at 6pm.

Rue Flaguiére, 36. Don't forget.

Well, what's new?

Nothing in the files. No fingerprints.

Clothes, dental records,
photographic matches: nothing.

No need. This is the kind of
dead man who will never talk.

Here is the toxicological report.
Strychnine?

Yes, but of a very special kind.

We may have something of interest.

The secretary of the factory where
Krestowicz stole the documents was found.

- Did you see her?
- She's dead too. Drowned

- Autopsy?
- No result.

Four dead bodies In four days.
Our clients are serious.

The next one will be Mrs. Krestowicz.

Why? They do know that
we have the microfilms now.

They can't be sure.

France-Soir? I'd like to talk
to Claude Lamben.

Also, since she knew one of
the network's hiding places,

they have to assume that she knew others.
She's condemned anyway.

Did we report her presence
in Fécamp ourselves?

Yes. And we're going to
let them know a little more.

Hello, Lambert? This is Coster.

Who's there?
James Bond.

Not very cheery, this place of yours.

I did some shopping.

Just what I always dreamed of.
What do you think?

I think we don't have the same tastes.

Don't you think this is stylish?

Too bad. I also bought...

Dominique Krestowicz was spotted
by our contacts in Fécamp.

It's a port on the Normandy coast.
We'll leave tomorrow.

So soon?

Next time you'll ask for some
time off in order to shop.

You're just jealous of my night-robe.

I'm not surprised. You're a monk.

So we leave tomorrow?
At the earliest hour.

Tomorrow morning, I'll be
in a terrible condition.

Tonight, I'm doing "Paris by Night".

Do you care to join me?

Why not?

Because I never planned
an operation this way,

and because I don't think
it's a good way.

Don't you trust me?

My superiors are of another opinion.

On the contrary,
they trust me absolutely.

And the strangest thing is...
I deserve it.

Where are you from?
A convent?

Let go, please.

Why? Are you ashamed to be a woman?

Then you're afraid to be a woman.

I'm asking you to be
ready tomorrow at 7 o'clock.

I'll pick you up al your hotel.

You refuse to go?

Tomorrow at 7 o'clock, I'll be in Fécamp.

I'll be wailing for you at 10,

at the junction of N40 and D211.

I remind you I'm responsible
for this operation.

And I remind you that I can choose
my ways and means as I please.

As well as the colour of my night-robe.

See you tomorrow.

Have you ever met
Dominique Kreslowicz?

No, never.

She's on a boat moored In the
Fécamp harbour. The Star of the South.

Is that all?

Our contact in the area adds:
research over.

Which means: your move.

Emotional temper.
A slight tendency to hyperthyroidism.

Impulsive.
Likeable.

Our only chance
is closing in from the sea.

It's time.

Did I sleep long?

One hour.

Do you have one of these?

So do I, as you can see.
I can.

I'm sorry I woke you up earlier.

- I wasn't sleeping. I was dead.
- Dead?

Isn't that what you thought,
while you watched me sleeping.

- How do you know I watched you?
- Instinct.

Hello, chief? This is Ziegler.
Nothing to report for now. Over.

Thank you, Ziegler.

Tomorrow, lads, we shall arrest the woman.

But who...

ls that you, Jean?

Hello, Chief? This is Bérauli.

I can't see clearly but I think
something is happening on board.

Don't stay here. Come.

Muret, go with her.

This time, you lost.

This time, you won.

I'm all ears.

My back is broken. I'm going to die.

A man can live with a broken back.

I was working on my own.

You couldn't work on your own.
You came from the sea.

I've got nothing to say. I'm in pain.

In my armband's pocket,

there's a capsule.

- Give it to me.
- Not yet.

Go patrol along the coast. Hurry up.

You'll recover anyway.
You'll talk anyway.

If you do now...

I know. A new identity.

And money.

It's the rule of the game.

Those who accept
are always found again.

We got her.
Dead?

No, alive.

It's not true.

Ifs true. And she'll talk.

It's not true.

Alive, I tell you.

I don't need you anymore.

And I'll do you a favour.

In my opinion, you won't even
go on trial.

We'll make sure of it.
You helped us after all.

But he died because of it.

I almost forgot...

It was he who reported you
to the Police in Fécamp.

Yes he did.

When you want to be forgiven a couple
of things, you've got to help the Police.

Fill her up. I've got
a phone call to make.

The phone is in the office, sir.

On the double, for God's sake.
I need that one alive.

Guard her. I have to make
a phone call.