All language subtitles for Diva.1981.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]-English

A motorcycle?

No, a small motorcycle...
a moped.

A moped.

Pilot?

No, postman.

Darling!

You were very moving,
the princess insists on seeing you.

What a pleasure it is
to see you!

What a show!

We hadn't seen her since
San Francisco. It was beautiful.

She is sublime.

There's Nadia.

What the hell is she doing?

No wait, something's wrong!

See you!

Okay, bye!

Oh, excuse me!

You didn't see a thing, little shit.

Police.

Scram!

Don't move!

Watch out!

Quick, let's go!

Shit!

Miss, your carton please!
Your carton.

What about my carton?

Come on...

Is it okay?
Can I get dressed now?

I'm sorry.

WHO STOLE THE DIVA'S DRESS?

Is it the Opera?

No, it's my butt.

Don't worry, I don't work there.

Do you like jazz?

Obviously! Or I'd be
stealing some mambo.

Too bad I only like disco music...
the classics don't do it for me.

I'm not a classic, I'm a lyric.
That's an overture.

Hurry up,
because I'm about to close.

Don't worry. Do you mind if we talk?

Yes I do, why?

- Was that you in the pictures?
- No, it was a crocodile!

What's your trick?

Here, look...

Not too dumb.

Of course,
it's only a cottage industry.

And for the collections,
you arrange an air lift?

- I have something else.
- What is it?

Well, you!

So, you steal a lot?

- It's not for me, it's to give away.
- To whom?

You're really not the
curious type, are you?

It's to give to a guy,
who's in his cool period.

Who is he?

A mongrel, a rasta...

Hey, don't walk so fast!

A guy who dreams of
stopping the waves!

Deep inside, you're a lyric!

Anyhow, one of them
invited me for dinner tonight.

She split this morning...

In the middle of the street,
but we got her! We had no choice!

Anyway, she'll be quiet now.

Yes. It's under way, yes, no tracks.

I don't like cars.

Tell me Mortier, did you
identify this girl?

Yes. Nadia Kalonsky...

...a former prostitute who
disappeared a few months ago.

The funny thing is,
we had something on her.

Do you have a file?

The investigation on the international
drug trade and prostitution ring.

Ah, yes. Your famous
Antillean network.

- Chief Inspector, I know you doubt...
- I don't doubt anything, Mortier.

You've never produced
a single valid witness!

They're always dead.

Paula, why were you at
the railroad station...

...at the time of the murder?
Were you taking the train?

It wasn't a coincidence. He called
me, we had an appointment.

He wanted me to meet her.

- Who is this guy?
- He's one of my informers.

He's a bum.

You'd better agree.

He's on parole...

...and the judge found him a job
at a carnival lottery in Barbès.

It's really great for his
social rehabilitation!

This Nadia Thinginsky...

...according to your statement...

...was supposedly killed because
she was about to talk?

She hinted that she knew who the
leader of the Antillean network was.

So, she knew the Antillais?

No, that's the point. The Antillais
wouldn't be the real boss.

- She had some revelations to make.
- What revelations?

She couldn't tell me much.
She was hiding when she called.

Why? Was she being watched?

All I know is that she woke me up
last night. She seemed hounded.

She asked me to pick her up
at the station to protect her.

To protect her, you!

We used to be together,
a long time ago.

So, why did you contact us,
the police?

- What?
- Why did you call the police?!

Because it's too big for me.
Nadia is something from the past.

It's the past. I know nothing.
I called you right away.

Why did you prevent me
from intervening?

I didn't prevent anything!
I wanted to see... I didn't know.

Well, we saw...
but we don't know anything.

What was the gentleman
accused of?

Indecent exposure on the street.
To a minor.

Check it out... As usual.

You have nice witnesses.

Pathetic...

Not so! You're pathetic!
I know your cop tricks.

You've heard the cassette,
but you want me to talk as well.

I know nothing.

I got you the cassette,
I'll say nothing else!

The cassette?

You found a cassette?

Krantz, you never
told me about this.

I had nothing to tell you.

I told you I was going to
make you meet Nadia.

There's Nadia.

No wait, something's wrong.

She told me
she recorded everything...

...and that there was
enough to sink the guy.

Don't move!

From the café where we sat,
we couldn't see. We were too far.

The cassette is in the
postman's satchel.

We must find it.

And three.

That's it?

They said they would
increase my pension...

...because they're
widening the street.

Those are stories, grandma.

Widening arteries have never
caused an increase in pension.

Good-bye.

So, am I a coloratura or a lyric?

- Tell me, what am I?
- Rather dramatic.

Dramatic?

You had said lyric!

No, dramatic is just as well.

It's even better.

The decor is rather gloomy.

You think so?

Here, we're into disaster...
luxurious disaster.

And this one? What is it?

The lady has taste.

It's a Rolls Royce...

...Corniche!

It happened in Monaco, at the
casino, against a palm tree.

Yes... We are not much indeed!

You wouldn't think a Rolls Royce
could have an accident.

He had one like that when he
picked me up hitch-hiking.

I didn't hesitate, I climbed right in.

Well, if my lady would
like to follow me now.

Not bad, your loft!

- You like it?
- Yes!

The previous owner was great.

- Do you want something to drink?
- Sure.

Super!

It may not be cold,
but it makes bubbles.

I can't drink from the can,
do you have a straw?

A straw?

- You know, a bent straw?
- Bent straw?

Bent, very chic!

It looks like Raquel!

Actually, I'm not surprised...

...the former landlord had
a car crash, with these paintings!

Son of a gun! Not bad, Saint Jules.

Here, that's all I have. Bent.

That's what you call bent?

Well, yes, bent.
That's the most bent thing I have.

- What's wrong?
- It stinks of gasoline.

It's a radiator hose.

Then, of course, it's normal.

Is this your magra?

Nagra... N...

How does it work?

What are you doing?
No, don't touch.

This is sacred!

No, you can't touch this.

You're really picky. I'm not
going to eat your Nagra!

Well, this is Swiss and
it's very precise.

Tanagra. You sure look Swiss.

It's her?

Is it her, Cynthia Hawkins?

She's so beautiful!

Do you think so?

Yes, very beautiful.

Are you in love, Jules?

Of course not. I'm not in love.

- Yes, you're in love.
- No, I'm not.

Here, wait, you'll see.

Listen to her. Put this on.

Wait.

What are you doing with my watch?

But... my Skelton!

Don't cry, baby. I have
a much better one for you.

Just great for a little toad like you.

It's a Rolex!

Yeah, my first steal.

Do you have any idea
what this is worth?

Yes.

Thank you, Jules.

It's The Wally by Catalani.

It takes place in the mountains.
A woman... she wants to die.

She is broken-hearted and she sings.

She says, "I want to go away,
far away...

...where the clouds are golden,
where the snow is white...

...you may never see me again,
ever again."

It's tragic.

And at the end, she throws herself
down an avalanche corridor.

Such pathos! Super!

Listen, it's about to begin.

The orphans, the unemployed,
the refugees, the unhappy in love...

Luck is a fickle mistress.
Beware!

Not on the ace of spades,
it's bad luck.

Grab her mane...
a gift for the winner...

...my regards to the loser.

Try your luck while the
wheel is turning!

Yes, madam, it turns...

You see!

A win for the young lady.

You see, I told you.
Come on, let's go.

It's Beethoven. We already
have him on the mantle.

Come on, I said!

I don't like Beethoven.

How cool!
She has such a voice!

Can you lend it to me?

- Yes, but you must give it back.
- I swear.

Do you know what time it is?

You do this to me again and
I drop you off on the road.

With your Vietcong!

Look, don't yell at me!
I had a terrible trip.

Wait. Don't move.

The Wally, Act one...

Cynthia Hawkins.

How did you get it?
She never recorded anything.

Who stole the diva's dress?

Good evening.

It's a nice job to be a postman.

Well, it all depends.

You get to bring the love letters.

Yes, and also the tickets.

I don't care, I don't have a car.

Everyone in my family
works for the post office.

My brother in law, Mark, a tall guy.
You know him?

Maybe. You know, there's a lot of us.

Do you like this light?

If you knew how much it cost!
And I got it wholesale.

It creates a nice ambiance.

Well, that's not all there is.

I don't know you, but you're cute.
You'll have to come see me again.

It's hot.

Aren't you a little nuts?

Yes, I am.

Nothing was stolen?
Your equipment?

I don't think so.

You should have seen the slaughter!
I couldn't stay there.

Jules, are you thick or what?

Why?

I'm telling you, it's the cops.
It's obvious.

If not, why did the two guys
this afternoon...

...come and take the addresses
of all the postmen with mopeds?

These guys are nuts.

But why?

Anyway, I don't get it. I'm bushed.

Congrats to the postmen,
they're really solid.

What do you expect,
it's not the Aeropostale.

They broke all his things.
He's cracking up.

- It's banging in my ribs.
- What is?

His helmet! I'm not used
to sleeping with a guy in a helmet.

It could save him,
in case of an earthquake.

Go ahead and laugh, the guy on TV
said it the other day.

What's that mattress brand that lets
you sleep without bugging the other?

Look, I promise, they came
about five minutes ago.

They are fascists, believe me.

And they looked really vicious.

All right, call me back, okay?

What do they want?

These two guys, what do they want?

You, old buddy. They came back.

Two inspectors.

You must have done
something wrong again.

Ayatollah, come here and eat.

Come on.

You don't want to? Fine.

Can you lend me some dough?

Yeah.

And can you lend me
your Malagutti?

I can't keep my moped.
Did you hear me?

Okay for the dough,
but not the Malagutti, shit!

- I'm still breaking it in.
- Breaking it in?

You don't know what it means
to break it in?

- Fine, break it in.
- Yes, I will.

It's just a little cube,
filled with horsepower.

It's quite a machine. It requires
a special touch, so easy!

It's not a postman's slug.
It's a racer!

Listen to the music,
you drive it by ear!

Speaking of which,
why don't you turn it down?

Don't worry!
I'll sway to the music.

Be careful.

Good-bye, Mermoz.
And thanks for the money.

- What are you doing?
- I forgot my gloves.

Okay, so long!

Oh! The gas...

A little tall, but not bad...
she's pretty.

Look at this! It could use some
cleaning. It looks neglected.

Excuse me, but the cleaning
has already been taken care of.

An awl in Nadia's back,
an awl in Krantz's back.

He's looking for
the same thing we are.

- But he's a day ahead.
- Maybe he's a day awl.

Very funny. Except that
we don't know who he'll kill next.

Anyway, this place is uncommon.

Who are you?

- Flowers, Madam.
- Put them down...

...over there.

- Did Nicole give you something?
- No...

- ...I have something to give to you.
- To give to me?

I recognize you.

The moped.

You're the postman?

I apologize.

Do you take me for the Beatles?

I'm no disco singer.

I had it pressed for you!

Do you know what we do
with people like you?

Do you have any idea?

I'm going to call the hotel detective
and have you thrown out.

That's all you deserve!

Please! Please!

I could have pressed charges.
You are lucky.

But... you...

Do you steal the dresses
of all singers?

So, I'm the lucky one!

I have a fan?

I heard you in Bordeaux.
And last year...

...I went to Munich
specially for the concert.

You made the trip for me?

Yes, on the moped.

On the moped.

I'm late for my press conference.
Will you excuse me, please?

From Paris to Munich on a moped?

- You're pulling my leg.
- No.

You even sang some Wagner.
The Wesendonc Lieder.

You wore a blue dress with pearls.

A little girl threw
a bouquet of red roses.

There were 18 curtain calls,
and you refused to sing.

You refused.

Nobody stole my dress that night.
Don't you like blue...

...Mr. Postman, stealer of dresses?

It sounds like a melody from Satie.

What's your name, Mr. Postman?

Jules.

Jules is old for a young man.
I thought the French were modern.

My father was old-fashioned.

I'm kidding.

Jules fits you so poorly
that it fits you well.

Madam, it's no secret that
you've always refused to record.

The quality of recordings today
is close to perfection.

- What don't you like about them?
- I sing because I love to sing.

Alone, I can't.

I need the public.

The concert is
an exceptional moment...

...for the artist, for the listener.

It's a unique moment.

So, you're against
the commerce of art.

No, commerce should adapt to art...

...and not art adapt to commerce.

What does Mr. Weinstadt,
your impresario, think of it?

Ask him yourself.

What do you think of
secret recordings?

It's a theft, a rape.
I despise them.

People say that you are a diva.
Do you feel that you are one...

...and if so, do you have whims?

You know, that little postman
has a date with her later.

But she has a party, and there's
no guarantee that she'll come.

- She's a diva.
- A diva!

Then again, she may come.

I'll change records. Help me.

I'll play the other side.

It has to be at the right temperature.

The bagette.

The knife...

...not too thin...

...but not too thick.

The inside...

...fresh...

...not too much.

It's an artform.

We, the French, are envied
throughout the world for this.

Look.

You spread.

Some people get high on aircraft
glue, or soap... complicated things...

This is my satori.

Zen in the art of toast!

Look! You can look.

There's no more knife, bread,
butter... only a repeated gesture...

...a movement...

...space...

...emptiness.

Thank you.

- You do know that it's expensive.
- Caviar?

No, not the caviar.
The caviar is a gift from Elba.

No, your recording! One,
there aren't any in the stores...

...and two, the concert
the other night was the best.

So?

I do this because I dig it.
For the pleasure.

The pleasure.

The pleasure... But there is
no innocent pleasure...

Well, that's what I say.

You should see the tapes at Jules'.
Tell him how many you have.

Tell him!

How many I had.

How many you had?

Somebody destroyed everything.

What?

Last night after you left,
I went out for a ride...

...when I came back,
everything was destroyed.

That's crazy!

Was anything stolen?

No, the equipment wasn't touched.

All the tapes were pulled out.

I think it was the cops.

You're paranoid. The cops!

- How do you know it's the cops?
- I don't know.

When I was in
Saint-Lazare yesterday...

...the cops arrested a girl
right in front of me.

One almost hit me. But something
looked bizarre, it didn't fit.

Danger!

The cops...

I saw the guy's card.

This isn't the post office...
You saw the card.

Something happened in
Saint-Lazare yesterday.

But they didn't arrest the girl.

She was bumped off.

I don't like parking lots.

We're closing shop.
Did you clean up?

Everything is blocked...

...the relays are closed,
nothing leaves.

The last girls were sent tonight.
We warned those who are working.

But we're stuck with a kilo of heroine.

- Dump it down your sink.
- It's going to cost a bundle.

You're risking your head!

We leave nothing and nobody behind.

We have the postman's file...

...the photos, the neighborhood
investigation, the vehicle plates.

My brigade marches forward.
I'm holding the reins, but...

...they march alone.

So we have to move fast...
and be very tidy.

We searched his studio.
There's no need to go there now.

Two inspectors are watching it.
I don't believe he'll come back.

But there's only one thing.

Someone is looking for him...

...and this I can't control.

We have to find him.
He's too dangerous.

Nadia's been eliminated.
It's only a cassette.

Shut your face!

Your face, Antillais, is what
the postman saw!

I want this cassette at all cost.
As soon as possible...

...before my cops,
before anyone else.

Don't forget that if I go down,
you go down with me.

Fast...

...and tidy.

Tell me, my poor man...

...don't you think I'm starting
to look like an old woman?

No... like a Spanish woman...

...an old Spanish woman.

You know, I have to go.

Diva.

Your tape, are you
taking it back or not?

I prefer that you keep it
if you don't mind.

As you wish.
So, you want to leave?

Here, Alien.

Don't get pulled over by the cops!

N'Doula... Jules.

Hi.

She's the queen of Africa.

She's the queen of the night.

I went to the great jewelers.
I bought everything.

Almost! Look...

How about that.

Go ahead, no, no,
it's for you, go ahead.

Thank you, Jules.

- Thank you. Good-bye, N'Doula.
- So long you two!

It's a magic bird.

We would like to talk to you
about Cynthia Hawkins' recording.

I'm listening.

We believe there exists
a recording...

...of an excellent quality,
of Ms. Hawkins' last concert.

You think so?

This recording, how should I say it...
is of interest to us...

...to own exclusively, of course.

Don't you think it's a little
early to talk business?

We'll call you back.

The patience of the buffalo is great...

...but so is his strength!

Abyssus abyssum invocat!

What is abyssus abyssum?

It means the abyss calls the abyss.

Yes, I assure you,
it would be wonderful.

She is beautiful, proud, sensuous.

She's a woman!

Jules, the jam.

Do you think that I could have
all of these qualities?

Well, yes. At least, it's the part.

Don't apologize. You were
talking about the Tosca, not me.

If you did not exist, Jules...

...one should not invent you.

Why not?

Because you know music too well.

I mean, the opera.

But I like music.

I know. We both like it.

And now, speaking of music,
I must work.

You want me to leave?

It's funny, but I think I'll enjoy
your presence while I'm working.

Could I take a bath?

Excuse me?

While you're singing.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Nobody has ever heard
me rehearse.

I won't tell anyone.

Hello? Yes, he's here.

Jules, it's for you.

Nobody knows I'm here.

Who is this?

We stopped by your place last night.

- I suggest you ask Mrs. Hawkins...
- I don't understand.

- ...what she thinks of record pirates.
- It's a mistake.

We want the tape and we will get it.

Jules, do you like it hot?

Are you all right?

Bad news?

No... scalding.

Mr. Weinstadt, please.

Is something wrong, Jules?

I'm fine.

No news, but two inspectors...

...are watching his place
'round the clock.

This Nadia... she's a whore.

A whore who wants freedom...
who wants to take off.

She invents a story
so that we cover her...

...but she gets caught.

So they want to set an example...

...and they stab her.

As for your Antillais, he's a
common pimp who leaned too hard.

What about Krantz?
An awl for him too, same weapon.

Same reason! Set as
an example for the rest.

I don't believe in this
international prostitution ring.

The crime empire! Always
the folklore, with this Antillais...

...covering for a mysterious
and high-placed individual.

Is it amusing, Mortier?

The kid is on the run.

- It's normal for his age.
- His place was searched.

A theft, that's all it was.
Did you see the equipment we found?

Someone took advantage
of his absence.

He'll resurface, you'll find him.

With an awl in his back.

However, according to the last
information you may be right.

We found the moped where
he spent the night before last.

You see...

Of course the satchels were empty,
there was no cassette.

He left with his friend's
motorcycle, a delivery guy.

Excuse me, my dear,
but I have some bad news.

I would like to speak to you.

Please...

Very well, as you wish.

I was just contacted by some
men from Taiwan who claim...

...to have a recording
of your last recital.

If I didn't have reason to believe
that this tape exists...

- ...I wouldn't tell you about it.
- It's not the first time.

Yes, but this time
the recording is perfect...

...made from the third row center
with professional equipment.

Secondly, Taiwan has never
signed international agreements...

...regarding copyright and
reproduction rights.

So, what do they want?

They have us by the throat.

Either you sign with them for an
official and exclusive record or...

Or what?

They pirate it, without your consent.

They use the recording to
print a record in their country.

They flood the market...

...with no guarantees on the quality
and no profits for us.

It's blackmail!

Let them do their record!

I will never sign!

Listen to me.

I understand your scruples
perfectly well.

I have accepted them until now.

I have let you lead your career as
you wished...

...according to your fantasy.

Purity is beautiful,
refusing to make concessions...

Journalists like it. Great!

But some bastard made a recording.

It exists, you can't deny it.
It's not a question of pride.

So, you either continue
to follow your diva's whims...

...or you act as a responsible
artist and you make this record!

We can reverse the situation
to your advantage.

Excuse me, but you're 32 years old...

...you can't appear more than
twice a month, and it's exhausting.

You've had a warning.

Remember Munich?

A voice is not eternal,
except on record.

It's time you think about it.

The Taiwan record...

...would be an unbearable stain
on your career, Cynthia.

And don't think they'll stop at that!

It will create a precedent.
You'll be alone.

Think about it.

I have until tomorrow
to give your answer.

Simon, please.
I thought you were a friend.

Cynthia, please don't
mix up the genres!

You are entitled to your
contradictions...

...but live with them by yourself.

They will never force me.

Especially not this way.

I'll be back.

Where are you going?

I'm going to pick up something.

I have a gift for jogging.

It's in the chromosomes.

Go ahead, I have steel thighs.

Go ahead, feel them.

- Don't start with this again.
- What? Are you afraid?

I'm not afraid, you exhaust me.

Fine, don't touch.

I came in seventh at the
police force games in '78!

If you don't train,
you lose your shape, but...

With you, I'm not about to lose it.

Look! The motorcycle!

Son of a bitch!

Now he's stuck!

The arcades!

Don't shoot him!

VETERAN CARD

That's not it, it's the only solution.

I can't sleep at my home
or anyone else's.

- No, you don't even have any money.
- Money is not a problem.

- I'll pay you back.
- Forget it.

Come on. Be cool.
It's only for the night.

Thank you.

My name is Nadia Kalonsky.
I was the mistress of Jean Saporta.

I tried to kill myself yesterday.
He stopped me.

The bastard told me no one
can die without his permission.

I want to die.

I hate him. He will
make me disappear.

Jean Saporta is Chief Inspector
of the criminal division.

Nobody knows that for the past
eight years...

...he's been leading a prostitution
ring between Africa and Europe.

He exchanges the girls for drugs.

I have been locked in a house
for three months.

Stop it!

You want to end up like Nadia?!

Another one.

The Antillais' network supplies
mostly the Parisian region.

Almost all the black girls of
Foch Avenue work for him.

The same goes for those
of the Bois.

The Antillais' network supplies
mostly the Parisian region.

Almost all the black girls of
Foch Avenue work for him.

The same goes...

We'll get him in the parking lot.

Go sober up somewhere else!

You're doing it on purpose!
You schmuck!

There are some
stupid bastards!

He was a pain in the butt, I swear!

Thank you!

It's the two guys from Saint-Lazare!
Because of the cassette!

Where are you?

Don't move.

They're gonna kill me!

Alba, come.

Hurry up, I'm going to faint!

Hold on, Alba wants to
say something.

Hello, super Jules,
are you cracking up?

What's that? I told you not to leave.

Okay, I'll tell you a story.

Let's say we're going to
the beach in a convertible.

We're wearing long scarves.

We're driving very fast
because there's no speed limit.

At the beach,
there are wood cabins...

...with doors of all colors.

There are pine trees and
rocks as round as buttocks...

...and the sea disappears.

Far away, you'd see a white
boat, with sails...

...but it would be a mirage.

You can hear the bell on the boat...

...calling the people for dinner
and the beach would empty out.

So you see, Jules...

...we'd take out our bathing suits,
but we wouldn't put them on.

We would go naked and the
beach would be deserted.

The sea would return,
even more blue.

We will be nude.

You will take my hand
and we will go swimming.

We will be scared because
there's a big blue wave...

Alba, prepare the bag.

Go down the back way and wait
for us at the street corner.

The tip?

Bad manners.

My name is Nadia Kalonsky.

I was the mistress of Jean Saporta.

Jean Saporta is the Chief Inspector
of the criminal division.

Nobody knows that
for the past eight years...

...he's been leading a prostitution ring
between Africa and Europe.

The Paris ring is led by
the Antillais. He's a bastard.

We don't know his real name.

Alba, you drive.
I'll take care of Jules.

Give me the kit.

My recording?

My recording?
You tried to cheat me?

There's more to do
than to cheat you.

Look, my poor man.

Here is your tape.

- Come on, drive, Alba.
- Where to?

To the magic castle.

Shall we listen to the rest?

When I was little, I was told
there were witches in the fire.

Not only when one is little.

We have to do something
for Jules.

I'll run away. Your men
will catch up with me.

I know you gave them orders
to kill me, but you will be executed.

This time, I choose the
time and the place.

I'll let myself be killed, but there
will be witnesses, proof.

You will be executed.

Where are we?

In a castle.

What is this castle?

The castle of the witch who
makes poisoned red apples...

...for the commercial for
the toothpaste of the stars.

- Does it belong to Gorodish?
- I don't know.

Does it matter? It exists.

I won't offer you any,
it's frowned upon.

Where is my tape?

Come and see the ocean.

I'm not asking for much,
I want to talk to the Antillais.

He will understand.

Geez, you sure collect troubles.

Do you have a cassette for sale?

Yes, but to your boss.

It's dangerous.

For you.

I don't like your mug.

The client is king.

Did you find our down payment
Mr. Gorodish?

I saw that you had stopped by.

What is your answer?

Unbelievable!

Where's this guy from?

Nobody knows him.
He's not kidding.

I'll get him, and faster
than he thinks.

Right now, the main thing is to
recover the cassette. Then...

Then, erase the postman.
He's too dangerous.

- He listened to it, for sure.
- We don't know where he's hiding...

...and his buddy with the delivery
bike didn't know a thing, believe me.

We'll find him.

I'm starting to get a feel
for where he might reappear.

When I have him, I'll deliver him
to you. You'll take him to his place.

I will have cleaned up
and you'll plant this on him.

The police is looking for
one like this.

But with my version.

They have to find something.
The affair has made too much noise.

We'll throw them a bone...

...and they'll find this.

I don't like this.

Inspector Saporta,
good morning!

The keys are on the dashboard.
You can start the car.

You're on board an 11 CV Citroën.

A bit of history...

This was the car of both
the police and the gangsters.

I thought it would suit you perfectly.

I hope you appreciate the gesture.

You're now driving at
cruising speed.

Our friend the Antillais has
given you my instructions.

Enjoy your drive!

There, we've arrived.
You will get out of the car.

A final detail.

Leave the keys on the dashboard.

Thank you.

Come in, Inspector.

Yes, a mess.

Move forward.

To your right...
Your right, Inspector, yes.

Go up the stairs.

To your left.

Move forward.

Watch out, Inspector, a hole.

Step into the light...

...inspector.

You are magnificent
in the light, Inspector.

Straight ahead, Inspector,
straight ahead.

Good...

A few more steps.

There.

No, no, Inspector, don't be afraid,
just a few friends.

Move towards the table.

Straight ahead, faster, Inspector.

Jean, when you will have heard
all this, I'll be far away.

You will have killed me.

What I just told may not be
sufficient to make you die.

I'll run away. Your men
will catch up with me.

I know you gave them
orders to kill me...

...but you will be executed.

This time, I choose the time
and the place.

I'll let myself be killed, but there
will be witnesses, proof.

You will be executed.

You can't reach me anymore.

Inspector! Since our rapport
is based on mutual trust...

...I would be grateful if you could
take care of one small formality.

Start by emptying your pockets.

Put your jacket on the hanger,
you'll be more comfortable.

Take the tool in the red box,
it's a metal detector.

I will not offend you by explaining
its purpose or how it works.

Don't forget the shoes.

An accident could happen so quickly.

All you've left to do, is put
the briefcase by the pillar.

To the left of the staircase.

Open it.

Splendid.

You can go back to your place.
Thank you.

Won't you listen to the rest,
Inspector?

For that price couldn't I get the case?

A deposition must be signed,
even a magnetic one.

There's the signature.

You fool...

I already took care of the cassette.

You didn't think I'd pay that price
for a cassette alone.

"You'll find everything on the
cassette". The slut!

With that, I was going down.

She got herself killed just to get me.

This was the signature.

That will teach me to be sentimental.

You know, Inspector, I don't
care about family stories.

Don't move! The recording!

You shouldn't have gone with the
competition, we warned you!

Come on, let's go!

Gentlemen, I was waiting for you.
I was about to leave.

Don't complain,
you've already been paid!

I'm not complaining. I'm not.

So, you're happy?

Where are you?

No, he's gone. Yes, to give
his tape back to his diva.

Where?

The damn fool! He'll be shot!

Here we are.

25 Francs.

Don't move! You don't move!

Get lost! Get lost!

Don't move.

Drive.

Do you really want
to leave after the concert?

Leave the flowers.

Hello, Saporta.

We're coming.

Answer it!

Wait!

Yes.

What, right now?

Okay, I'm coming.

- I have to make a report.
- What? There's nothing to report.

Saporta wants me to summarize
the major points, right away.

- Tell me how it ends.
- Lovely. So I stay here alone.

What, lovely?
I'm leaving you the grub.

So long, sweet-cheeks.
I'm taking the car.

Macho man!

But I don't know a thing!
Nothing!

- Shit!
- Shut up!

- A garage is a beautiful thing.
- I don't like elevators.

You don't like anything.

Slowly, kid, we've arrived.

Come on.

Come on, we move fast now.

Come on, come on.

Wait, wait!

Come on.

Priest...

...you should always
send down the elevator.

All is well, right... all is well.

There, calmly...

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

You gave us a good run,
it's yours.

Come on, pick it up.

Put it in the player.

You see...

...we're not mad at you.

Everything is in order.

Order...

...that's all that counts.

The order!

But I don't know anything!

Neither do we!

Go ahead, jump.

Come on, kid, jump!

Does the chain bother you?

The chain bothers him.

Help him, Priest.

We were jumping better
when we were his age.

Don't move!

I'm going to faint.

Take care of the kid.
Give me that.

Sit him down over there.

Congratulations on the clean up.

My name is Nadia Kalonsky.

I am the mistress of the Antillais.

He wants to kill me.

It's not the Antillais.

The Antillais leads a prostitution ring.

He exchanges girls for drugs.

The cassette... Saporta,
it's Saporta.

That is correct.

Thank you, Paula. Good job.

A miracle...

To think some women
don't have fun in the force.

It's the only recording.

It was you.

It's yours. It's my gift to you.

Forgive me.

Listen...