All language subtitles for 3(Trois) Hommes A Abattre(3 Men to Kill) (1980)Delon,J. Deray,J.P. Manchette,Christopher Frank (2)

You went into
the rose bushes, didn't you ?

I don't care, you know.

Just what I thought.

I must talk to him.

Next time we deal with those queers,
you'll take care of them on your own.

- They make me sick.

- Yes, sir.
- Good night.

I don't get it. It's first category,
arms and missiles, we've got to....

It's late. We'll talk tomorrow.

Sir, I've been trying
to talk to you for 10 days.

- It seems to me...
- Mouzon, the success of this firm

depends on many things,
among which one is essential,

my 9 hours' sleep.

Give Mr. Mouzon an appointment
for tomorrow morning.

Good night, son.

Sir.

Ah... there it is.

Thank you, G�rard, good night.

let's say 11, Mr. Mouzon.

- Can I be sure of it ?
- You have my word.

Don't drive too fast.
So many people drive recklessly !

Yes.

Wet tonight...

Let's go, Herv� !

Are you hurt ?

Ah... Shit !

What shall we do ?

Nothing. We wait.

They'll be back.

Who will be back ?

Shit !

A stretcher !
There's a wounded man in my car.

- Is it coming ?
- It is, yes, yes.

in the Lancia, there !

Sir !

You must stay for the statement.
It won't be long.

EMERGENCY ROOM

So ?

So, nothing.

I act only with orders.
Let's phone.

Please sir.

- His Social security number ?
- I don't know it.

He swallowed that stuff
on my doorstep.

One can't be held responsible
for crazy guys.

That man had bullet wounds.
Where's that guy ?

Bullets ?
It's not an accident ?

Two bullets in the belly...

- Did you register him ?
- No.

Great ! The guy just croaked.

Mr Perrotat ? Gerfaut...

Come in.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Sorry I'm late.
I picked up a wounded man.

- You play good Samaritan now ?
- Sometimes.

I'm sure it will bring me luck.

- May I ?
- Of course.

I heard about you, Mr. Perrotat.
I'm glad I can play against you.

You know, I'm not...
Well... I do my best.

Don't be so modest, Mr. Perrotat.

You know the rules here.

A 500 pot.
One open round, a closed one.

Chip at 20, full, flush, 3 of a kind.

- Agreed ?
- Agreed.

It's here.

- Your tie !
- What about it ?

Who is it ?

A file for Mr. Borel, Madam.

- At this time ?
- Sorry, Madam.

Mr. Borel must go through
before tomorrow's meeting.

- Why do you want him ?
- Can't tell you what it is about.

He is in his bath.

Don't worry.

He will find him.

- Beautiful Livi.
- Yes, it stole our heart.

I remember when he exhibited rue du Dragon.
Still affordable then.

Now, he's become very expensive.

At the time,
I was a penniless student.

That's how it is.

It is.

Quiet, Moupi.

Nice little dog.

He is.

Thank you, Madame.

Really sorry we disturbed you.
Good night.

Quiet, Moupi.

Jean...

Jean...

You won ?

He won !

Did you notice ?
My breasts are smaller in the morning.

He noticed.

What time is it ?

Six.

What ?

Six !

At 7, we're leaving.

At 7, we're leaving.

You got 15 minutes to wake up,
15 to pack and 15 to wash up.

- You didn't sleep !
- I'll sleep over there.

- Your things ?
- In the trunk. I went to my place.

No one made me get out
of bed at 6 a.m. before.

Usually, I like sleeping. You know ?

I know.

He knows.

It's my first time in Trouville.

There's always a first time.

Your mother's nice ?

When she wants to be.

And when she doesn't ?

She isn't nice.

Look... we must be back
to Paris on monday.

I've got a dinner.

Who with ?

Some people.

We'll be back.

I adore you. You're the least
complicated guy I know.

And don't say "I know".

I know.

- Come on !
- I must lace my shoes first.

You'll lace them in the car. Hurry !

Come on !

come on in !

- Daddy !
- Yes ?

What's wrong ?

Nothing...

I've got an important appointment
this morning. I thought...

With Emmerich ?

How do you know ?

I heard you speak

with mum.

Do not be early.

Why ?

Because Pontet...

will hit me.

You'll tell your Pontet dad that if
he bothers you, I'll have a talk with him.

- Bye, son.
- Bye, dad.

Hello girls !

Thank you.

So, he's here ?

- He is !
- Happy ?

Of course... Good night !

- Call me if Mr. Marot comes.
- I will.

- Everything's all right ?
- Yes. Thanks.

I'll stay with you for a while.
So... Find it good ?

Very good.

It's all right.

- What's wrong with him ?
- A bit grumpy. Hasn't slept for 2 days.

Poker ?

Poker.

Can you serve dessert.
So that we can go to bed.

Of course, Sir. At once !

I'm really happy to see you.

So am I, mum.

Well... Cr�me caramel or ice-cream ?

- Ice-cream.
- For me too.

- Chocolate ?
- Chocolate.

- A pain, isn't she ?
- Your mother's great.

That's right. Just what I said.

- What about your father ?
- Ah...

My father...
left with a customer when I was 10.

Do you see him ?

Never.

- There you are.
- Thank you, Madam. Tell me...

- Coming with us tomorrow night ?
- It's difficult.

I must wait until 10.

You'll wait until 10, then.

Indeed.

All right ?

All right.

- She's nice, isn't she ?
- Yeah.

- I kept you waiting, Leprince.
- It doesn't matter, Sir.

Isn't it extraordinary ? 3 of my best
staff members get killed in no time,

I'm told , diplomatically, that I'm hated
by some politicians.

Yet I'm told no one knows
who's behind the murders.

Astonishing !

What about this Gerfaut ?

Unknown.

- Not even simple then ?
- No, Sir.

Act, Leprince, act.

- I did, Sir.
- Did you ?

It has started.

Didn't find a smaller bathing suit ?
- No but I can take it off.

You'd better not.

- Come for a swim ?
- No.

- I'll stay. May I ?
- I'm going in.

Something wrong here ?

It was good ?

You ?

I'll go now.
Coming with me ?

- You won't ?
- No. It's too cold.

I'm not going then.

- It hurts ?
- No, it's all right.

Look... Did you see ?

What ?

Well... Two possibilities...

Either you're madly in love with me
or you're really worried.

Why ?

Because one of the finest asses
I've ever seen passed by.

Well...yours is the finest I've ever seen.

That's what I call a white lie !

Right... I'll go and buy a swimming suit.
See you at the hotel.

- All right !
- Ciao !

Are you Mr. Gerfaut ?

- Yes.
- Telephone.

- For me ? - Yes, the phone
is in the basement, on the left.

- Gerfaut. I was asked on the phone.
- Yes sir.

- The phone is...
- Put it on here, please.

- Listen, Sir...
- Give it to to me.

Listening...

Hello....Hello !

No one ?

No one.

Thank you, Sir.

Michel !

What did you do with her ?

She went to buy a...

Buy what ?

Triple murder at Emmerich's

The police has no lead for Thursday
night's triple murder

The victims, Jacques Mouzon, Etienne
Gerber and Jean Borel were among the older

staff at Emmerich's

What's wrong, Michel ?

Nothing.

I must go to Paris.
I'll phone later.

What do I tell Bea ?

I'll ring her too.

Excellent ! Borg served first...

Borg... leading 15 to naught.

Hello !

- You've got a game today ?
- No. Your bro in ?

In the kitchen.

- Where are you coming from ?
- I need you.

Hungry ? I haven't got much but...

What's going on ?

Look at that.

- So ?
- I picked up that one on the road.

Jacques Mouzon.

Pass the Gitanes there, will you ?

Right... Follow me.

Tell me.

I thought it was an accident.
The car had crashed into a tree.

He was bleeding.
I took him to the hospital.

He didn't tell you anything ?

Nothing at all.

After that ?

I didn't wait at the hospital.

I had a game. I was late.
So I got off.

- You�re not in the records ?
- No, I left.

Is that all ?

No, that's not all.

This morning, they tried to kill me.

It seems unbelievable but...

Yesterday I went to Trouville
at my mother's with Bea.

Immediately after.

I was swimming...
Two guys came at me.

They tried to drown me.

What next ?

I escaped. I was stunned !

I couldn't believe it.

I didn't tell Bea.

Half an hour later,
we were in a bar,

a place where no one knows me,

I was asked on the phone.

Yeah...

I didn't go down,
I took it at the cash-desk

At the other end,
there was not anyone.

I didn't understand.

Back at the hotel, I saw the paper.

What's Emmerich ?

Emmerich...

it's a firm working for the MDA.

Ministerial Delegation for Armament.

Very active in the aeronautics
and especially

in missiles.

You need not no more.

In any case, you treaded
dangerous ground.

I didn't tread anywhere.

I took a wounded man to hospital.

That's all.

What must I do ? Go see the cops ?

I don't think so.

Not now anyway.
We must know more about this.

I think I have a file about
Emmerich at Intelligence.

He was suspected at a time
to have informers at Police HQ.

I don't know if they found something.
I wasn't on it.

What does it matter ? Emmerich
is not after me. The others are.

Liethard here. Inland Security.

Could you pass Commissioner Steiner ?

Is Steiner in ?

Right... Will he be in later or
isn't he coming back ?

Tell him I'll come at 4 o'clock.

Thank you.

What shall I do ?

You lie low. Until I know more.

You go back home, lock yourself in.
You answer neither the door or the phone.

And you wait.

I'll go with you.

It's me, mum.
Bea's there ?

No, I'll explain. I haven't got time.
Put Bea on, please.

Bea...

I can't tell you but
I couldn't do otherwise.

Is she pretty ?

Bea, I'm not kidding.

Neither am I.

Bea !

O.k., Sir. What shall I do ?
Take a train tomorrow ?

Yes, it's best.

You don't know where I am, didn't
speak to me and didn't see me, o.k. ?

You killed someone ?

- How will you come back ?
- In a taxi. Start the car !

Pisses me off ! Shit !

Drive !

Listen... You give me 5 minutes
and ring from the street door.

If I say "come up", you do...

If I say "o.k., you can come up",
you run off. Got it ?

Yeah... Don't you think you overdo it ?

Your keys.

Street door... flat.

5 minutes.

Come up !

It hasn't changed here.
Still feels like the inside of a fridge.

So, Mr. Homeland Security...

no mike in the loo ?

No cyanide in the Scotch ?

Mr. Gerfaut. I saw your car.

No, that's for the 9th floor.

I only wanted to tell you
that you had visitors.

- Two gentlemen.
- When ?

Friday. They said they needed to see you.

I told them you were in Trouville.
At your mum's.

Mrs. Poulain...

What were they like ?

Young, handsome, well dressed.

Well behaved, very nice.

No, pal,

no mike in the loo.
As for the whisky, pour it.

We'll see.

- What's all that about, damnit ?
- Give me 48 hours, I'll tell you.

Shit !

Let me.

Who did we gun down, upstairs ?

Hello ! Fill her up ?

Yes.

Marguerite, I know
how voluptuous you are !

But that's enough.

Thank you, Leprince.

If I were able to choose,

I'd like to be reborn as a cat,

even cut up, which would make
me even more autonomous.

Can you see ?

Not really.

Tell me about that Gerfaut
... that innocent poker player,

whom your men first missed,

then lost eventually.

You think he is a professional ?

I'm so sure.

I did what was necessary...
We'll find him.

Contrarily to what people who
want to boast think

except for this mass and a few pages,
I find Mozart boring.

He was very rude, you know.

Did you read his letters ?

We'll get him.

I'd like to know whom
he's working for.

No one, Sir.

We were to make a deal
with the Gainsborough tomorrow,

- what did we decide ?
- To wait.

And why are we going to wait ?

Because someone working
for no one is walking free.

Because the leak problem
has not been taken care of.

that's why, Leprince.

Do you know what De Gaulle told me
on a day when we were going to my factories ?

He was hungry, wanted to pee.

I had the car stop.

In some small town.
He opened out, suddenly.

Ah Emmerich, if I were a librarian here,
how happy I would be !

So... Sir ?

So ? Bring me good news quickly, Leprince.

I'm not wishing you good night.

The idea of you sleeping
peacefully annoys me.

I'm going, Sir.

And he was truthful, Leprince.

Who, Sir ?

The general.

I'd like to talk to you.

- Why ?
- Inspector Chocard, Internal Security.

Now ?

I already came twice.

- Italian ?
- Why ? I have an accent ?

Not at all, no. What accent ?

No, it's your name,
I said to myself

I said to myself...

So ?

We're trying to find Michel Gerfaut.

Why ?

To ask him a few questions.

You know him, don't you ?

You mean I have sex with him,
is that it ?

- If you wish.
- Yes.

Do you know where he is ?

- No.
- No ?

- No.
- No idea ?

None.

You've known him long ?

About three months.
We met at friends'.

- What does he do ?
- He plays cards.

- No, I mean for a living ?
- So do I.

- He makes a living of it ?
- And a good one.

When did you last see him ?

In Trouville....
Where he took me at his mother's.

Saturday morning we were at the beach.
I left him to go shopping.

When I came back, he had left.

I've had no news since then.

Here's what I could get about him.

Didn't finish his studies,
reserve sub-lieutenant,

creates a trucking firm in the South-West,

makes good business.

He sells his shares.

Then he goes to Annemasse where
he is into sport motorbikes.

A flourishing business too.

But he gives it up too.

For card playing, or so it seems.

He has no other activity that we know of.

He came to Paris in 1970.

Marriage. No children.

No property.

No political opinion.
And that's it.

You know more than I do.

- Unless...
- Yes ?

No, no, no.

Speak.

He is a secretive man.

Sometimes, though not really.

His secretiveness is delicacy.

His coldness is dignity.
Self respect.

So what ?

So tell me why you're looking for him.

For murder.

The murder of an inspector
of Homeland Security.

Yes, Chocard, National Security.
I need an ambulance.

The address is...

Michel !

That's it.

Feeling better.

Concussion...

Light burns and bruises.

You'll be all right in no time.

I'm happy for you, Gerfaut.

You gave your friend and myself

reasons to worry.

You're wanted for murder.

You'd have acted that way...

You ask your friend Liethard
to come to your place,

You go out under some pretext.

You ring at your own door,

You wait for him to look through
the peephole to shoot him through the door.

Totally stupid, isn't it ?

Talk to me about that service
station which exploded and where we found

a man shot down and your car
in a pitiful state.

Tired, are you ?

I'll come back when you feel better.

- Shall I give you a ride home ?
- No, I'll stay.

All right.

I'll leave someone in front of the door.
It's better, isn't it ?

Your name ?

Chocard.

- Will you explain ?
- You'll go home, take some clothes

and your car and wait for me downstairs.

- But listen...
- Come on, hurry...

Villa des Arts, please.

- I'd like to speak to Chocard, please.
- He's not back yet.

- Put him on in his car.
- All right.

Chocard listening.

The girl has just left.
She took a taxi.

What must I do ?
Go back ?

Stay where you are.

In my car ?

Yes.

Thank you.

Yes. Mr. Gerfaut. Room 19.

I've just got home.
Someone came here.

What ?
- The door was open.

They searched the place.

When I arrived,
there were 2 guys downstairs.

What were they like ?

A fat one, with gloves,
a younger one,

blond-haired, with hair like a woman.

Get out of there. At once.

But...

Get out and we'll meet as said.

Listen...

Hello ? Room 19.
Quickly !

Hello !

Hello !

Hello !

Speak louder, Sir !

I can't hear you.

What do you want ?

Drive ! Drive !

Have you got a girlfriend's
to go to ?

Not in Paris. Far !

You phone in Trouville, leave
your address and don't move.

You wait until I come and get you.

You'll get on a taxi
and go straight away.

Michel, can you explain ?
- No.

No time.

You think I'm a fool.

You do as I said.

- Gerfaut is a violent one.
- That's all you can say ?

I've lost another of my men.
Things drag by and time passes.

In the Gibien case, it took us six months.
But we got him eventually.

And without fuss. So ?

We haven't got six months.

And that man is dangerous.

Salt, Chocard !

Put it down, Chocard.

It's bad luck.

- The boss ?
- He is on the terrace.

- So ?
- Nothing.

We can't find him
and the girl vanished.

It is not bad luck any more, Leprince,
it is incompetence.

I want him.

Alive !

I'd have liked it better if he was offed.

"If you can't join them, beat them."

No sir, it's "if you can't beat..."

Leprince...
After your failure with Gerfaut

you don't intend to teach me English...

No, Sir.

He's a professional.
I said so from the start.

One of the best.

If you were not so dumb
you would have guessed.

We'll buy him.
Professionals can always be bought.

Who are you ?
What are you doing here ?

Come nearer.

That's it.

- Mouzon.
- What ?

Bring me the Mouzon file. He was brought
here on the night of June the 16th.

Bullet wounds.
Come on ! Quick !

- Yeah !
- Could I speak to Mrs. Mouzon, please ?

No.

She left for Riom,
she's at her son in law's.

After the burial,
she was through and so did I.

- Not asking what she was through with ?
- I am.

With pains in the ass like you.

- Calmuk !
- That's enough !

Hey... What are you...

- What pains in the ass ?
- Your friends who come every day.

I haven't got any friends.

That's your problem. If all friendless
guys ring at the door, it'll be endless.

- You speak too much.
- It's because I was frightened.

Of me ?

Of everything. So was my aunt.

If it goes on, I'll call the cops.
Promise !

Unless you're a cop.

Are you a cop ?

No... but you carry on...

Doing what ?

Speaking too much.

Right...

Let's start from the beginning...

Who are you ?

Jean Marc Gassowitz.

27, Art student.

Relationship with Mouzon ?

He's my uncle.

He was. He was lending me
a room on the 6th floor.

What do those guys
who come every day want ?

You know.

Tell me all the same.

You.

What about making some coffee ?

- After ?
- We'll see.

If they haven't come tonight,
we�ll cook dinner.

- You're moving in...
- I am.

Right... Coffee then ?

That's it. Coffee !

It's me !

- My name's Leblanc.
- Is it ?

- I've already been here.
- I know.

I often go to a small caf�
near the "Parc des Princes",

- It's called The stadium.
- Really ?

I�m glad for you. The food is good,
I guess, if you eat there every night.

Has he been here ?

No, not yet.

He'll come eventually.

And when he does, he'll speak of Mouzon.

His name is Gerfaut.

I know, you've already said it.

You'll tell him this :

No hunting any more.
All right ?

- Yes but I...
- No hunting any more.

That's it.

When he goes to the caf�,
whom must he ask for ?

- Mr. Leblanc.
- Good.

No hunting any more.

You forgot your paper.

I'm finished with it.
Keep it.

Sit down.

Well ?

I told him.

Why isn't he here ?

He wants to talk to your bosses,
not to you.

Tell me outside.

Who are you in favor of ?

- I've got nothing to do with this.
- I mean the match.

The match... Who are you for ?
St Germain ?

Soccer, you know...

Not your thing !

Not really, no.

Yes, I understand.

We're wasting time. Where is he ?

He is right there.

We do it this way.

Sorry. Feeling o.k. ?

I�m not. You're bastards. You...

Pack up and get moving.

- You used me.
- That's right.

- Now, do as I say.
- No.

Go away.

So... Who do you support ?

There was no need for that.

Need, no...
Desire, yes.

Shall we go ?

So...You are Gerfaut...

Let's leave here.

Come on, let's go.

Mr. Emmerich likes proper introductions.

Your real name ?

Gerfaut.

Of course.

You'll leave your gun at the cloak-room.

Mr. Emmerich insists on seeing you alone,
but I'll see you afterwards.

And what's your name ?

Leprince.

Mr. Gerfaut !

Mr. Gerfaut ..

Sit down, Sir.

Sit down.

We have so much to talk about.

So much.

Men of your strength are not many.

You're looking at that picture.
You're right to.

As all great works,
it has its story.

An interesting one.

Cousin by marriage of my son in law.
You can imagine the surprise it was.

It was back in the family.

The painting remained here.

Is it not comical ?

Mr. Emmerik, people have
made several attempts to kill me.

They killed one of my friends,
and killed another one.

That's what I want to talk about,
not your paintings.

You're wrong, my young friend.
Art is the most essential of futilities.

Whom do you work for ?

I'm a gambler, Mr. Emmerick.

Emmerich.

Sorry... I was on my way to a game,
Mr. Emmerich

when I picked up a wounded man.

Mouzon, my adviser.

By chance...

We've got no time for preliminaries,
Mr. Gerfaut.

If you're talking to me,
it means that I'm willing to make

a deal.

You say you're a gambler,

tell me at least the name of the game.

I know how to behave with a man
who has a good hand.

And you're such a man.

Are you not, Mr. Gerfaut ?

What did Mouzon tell you
before he died ?

Nothing.

He told you of the faulty missile.

A huge scandal, isn't it ?

But it will not break,
I did what was needed.

You do not conquer

such a huge market without
causing some damage.

And they were aware of that.

Mouzon, Gerber and that fool, Borel.

Worrying about their little comfort,
worn out by their wives and children,

they would not follow me.

They were letting me down a t the very
moment when we were reaching our goal.

This century is a whore, Gerfaut,

it sucks dry those who want to build,

to conquer.

Yet I'm not ungrateful.
Mouzon was tired,

Gerber became suddenly scrupulous,

Borel wanted to become a senator,
not a real problem.

I would have given them crumbs
and gone on without them.

But they decided to betray me.

They went to you and your friends,

and they talked.

I had no choice.

They're dead.

In my position,
you would have done the same.

Brought to bay, I bend and deal
...with no bitterness.

Give me your conditions.

I want nothing, I know nothing.

I don't understand, Gerfaut.

What's the use of that ridiculous number ?
I tell you that we must talk, what do you really want ?

They want my head.

It's Bousard, isn't it ?
He's been after me for...

Not him ? Well...
Reissman, Goterau, Mulch ?

Who wants me dead ?
Who is sending you ?

Will you tell me ?

First stroke of the year.

The one.

It's more simple that way.
A perfect operation.

A dead Emmerich takes away with him
the faulty missiles case.

And the murders it caused.

Excessive actually, and useless.

You wouldn't have done so, would you ?

There are leaks in the Board.
You act with caution.

You try and find
those who benefit.

Emmerich made us so vulnerable
that it was easy for you to have your way.

He was a great engineer.

A great strategist.

But aging spares no one.

Not up to it any more.

I want you with me.

It shows how much I value you.

What's your name, by the way ?

Leprince.

Go fuck yourself... Leprince.

Gerfaut.

You can't refuse.

Else, you know what to expect.

Any where, anyone.

Sooner or later.

Good morning.

I came to tell you that it's over.

Over ?

Yes, you can go back to Paris.

I'm glad.

- To go back to Paris ?
- No, that it's over.

What about us ?

- Us ? What ?
- It's over too ?

- It's starting.
- Think so ?

So we can...kiss ?

I think we can.

Can I have one hour to pack ?

- Thirty minutes.
- I was afraid you'd changed.

Come on, go !

Yes !

Let him in !

It's done, Sir !

Very good, Herv�.

- Burn this.
- Yes, Sir.

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