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Véra didn't send me.

I wanted to talk to you, Jeanne.

I've known your mother for a long time.

She's a prostitute. She'll always be a prostitute.

They should be prevented from having children.

Why didn't she go to a backstreet abortionist and be done with it?

I'm sure she considered it,

turned it over in her mind for nights on end.

But she couldn't do it.

And so here you are.

Next you'll be saying I should be grateful to her.

When I met your mother,

you must have been four or five.

I followed her one day.

I wanted a glimpse of the little ghost

she was slaving away for,

the child she wasn't allowed to hold.

You were playing in a public garden.

Renée sat on a bench, smiling at you.

And Véra couldn't take her eyes off you.

She was biting her handkerchief, hidden behind a bush.

Why are you telling me this?

No one's forcing you to love her.

Or to continue seeing her.

But don't judge her.

She did her best with what she had.

The game is up for her.

But you have your life ahead of you.

Make your own way in life.

Don't let anyone make your decisions for you.

It's the only worthwhile way to live.

If you ever need help,

I'll be there for you.

Come here, you filthy whore. Give me back my cash.

Let go of her!

Give that to me!

Take that, you filthy whore!

Paying to fuck you is daylight robbery.

Bastard! Thief!

I am told that the streets are teeming with prostitutes.

Sir.

Well?

That's a bit extreme.

I'm not sure you understand where I'm coming from.

The restoration is imminent.

I hope so, sir, as passionately as you do.

It will only be a matter of weeks.

Once the count de Chambord's claim to the throne is ratified,

all it will take is a vote in parliament

and that will be the end of the republic.

A happy prospect that I hope to make a humble contribution towards.

How can France welcome back its king when it is in such a state of decay?

I spend night and day fighting venereal disease.

Then what are all these whores doing on our streets?

The moral order must win a resounding victory

over this decadent republic to ensure the return of the monarchy.

If our friends, once in power, find you to be unworthy,

I will find it hard to defend your corner.

- Have a seat. They won't be long. - Is Monsieur Lubeck here?

He is waiting for you in the blue room.

- Lesbian? - No.

Madame Lubeck likes to pretend she is one of our girls.

It's illegal but very lucrative.

The husband pays to ogle his wife

and leaves us to cash in on her earnings.

Very good.

What's the matter? Are you jealous?

It would be good if everyone stuck to their role.

If you cared about your profit, you'd put this house in order.

- What's wrong now? - Anyone can just walk in.

- And everyone's screwing everyone. - Isn't that the point of a brothel?

No. You should ban your men from touching the girls.

The doctor is always hanging around Rose

and Hortense has your bulldog eating out of her hand.

Kertel interested in a female? That's a first.

If you don't take things in hand, Torcy will do so for you.

Listen, I don't need your advice.

Go on, get lost.

Thank you kindly, gentlemen.

Give generously for the erection of the Sacré-Coeur.

It's for a worthy cause.

God is watching. He will thank you.

God is everywhere, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Monsieur Guyot, a donation for the Church?

Contribute to the eradication of sin and a return to moral standards.

Extol the virtues of faith.

May I slide my offering into a different slot?

Monsieur Guyot, your generosity will be the ruin of you.

What do you want?

I just came to make sure you didn't need anything.

What are you staring at?

Get out of here.

Leave me in peace!

Did you enjoy that, Monsieur de Ranter?

See you tomorrow, then.

We're joining the others at the Fort d'Aubervilliers.

We'll be back tomorrow with the Winchesters.

- I don't believe it. - Leave it. It's for us.

- So you're not coming? - I told you.

You planned it without consulting me so count me out.

As you wish.

Let's go.

Lock the door.

You never smile.

Do you ever get any joy out of life?

Do you?

Have you given any more thought to what we discussed in the Marne?

I walked through Pigalle earlier.

There were girls, lots of them, with customers on every street corner

and no pimps to take advantage of them.

If you'd done your research you'd know the job was taken.

The Butcher? He's a bully.

He's pathetic,

just like Corentin and his idiotic brothers.

You could take his place but you need to act now

and make your mark.

Why are you refusing to take things in hand?

Can't you see us being business partners?

I will take care of the girls.

You can take care of the streets.

Go on.

Wait.

Catch her!

Get out of my way.

Let me go!

Get your hands off me!

Get a move on!

Move it!

All right, all right!

She's the madam.

What do you want?

Your pimp.

We'll wait here for him.

We don't have a pimp.

Look who's here.

The little whore who refused to work for me.

Angelus brought me here.

I like you, you know.

Stop it!

Angelus made her stay. It wasn't anyone here.

No one rejects the Butcher!

Who is Mosca's favorite?

I can't remember.

I think her name is Rose.

Which one is Rose?

Which one is Rose?

Which one is Rose?

- Put them in there! - Come on, get a move on.

Move it! Hurry up!

Move it!

Hurry!

Get a move on!

Get your hands off me!

Help me deal with that guy.

Get in there!

- They'll kill Kertel. - Shut up!

- We don't know that. - We mustn't panic.

- Isn't it your job to lock up? - But...

This is all her fault.

It was that idiot, Rémy.

He asked me to be his madam.

Shut up!

It's Mosca they're after. If we mind our own business, nothing will happen to us.

So you plan to just sit and wait while they kill him?

We can't risk our lives for him.

- This is nothing to do with us. - What are you thinking?

That they'll just stab him and leave?

If we don't warn him, we're all done for.

- Let's wait. - No, we must do something.

- Hortense? - What?

So you're interested in my opinion now, are you?

Where does your boss hide his cash?

My friends have taken a liking to your flock.

I suggest you start talking, unless you want this to end in carnage.

Have you never wondered how Jesus Christ felt at Golgotha?

Heathen!

I'll slit your throat, just like that fat bastard, Corentin.

Gag him.

Yes?

My darling.

I'm so glad you're here.

What is it?

I saw Véra.

She's told you everything. I know.

I'm sorry, my darling.

But I'll be out soon.

And we'll pick up life where we left off, I promise.

You don't have to see her again.

No one will ever know.

I want to visit her,

at the Paradis.

You mustn't see her again, Jeanne.

She'll contaminate you. You must protect yourself from her.

But I haven't done anything wrong, Mommy.

Come with me.

The devil inhabits those creatures. You must cleanse your soul of the stain.

Repent.

Pray with me.

‟Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God.

Pray for us sinners.

Now and in the hour of our death.”

Amen.

Again.

‟Hail Mary,

full of grace.

Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God.

Pray for us sinners.

Now and in the hour of our death.”

Amen.

‟Hail Mary,

full of grace.

Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God.

Pray for us sinners.

Now and in the hour of our death.”

Who thinks we should do something?

I should go out there.

- Do you want to end up like Kertel? - I'm staying here.

- With the Butcher as your pimp? - They're all the same.

- Did you see how he treated Pauline? - That's nothing.

I saw him disembowel a pregnant girl who tried to leave him.

Angèle?

I...

Hortense?

What do you want from me? For me to choose

whether Mosca or the Butcher should be your pimp?

- What? - It's Valentine.

I need to pee.

Hurry up.

Show us your pussy.

Well?

It's not easy.

You're not going to hurt us, are you?

- Your dispute is nothing to do with us. - Don't worry. Come on.

Was it true about the brothel in Mâcon?

I had no choice.

I work for the Butcher now.

Ever since the Corentin brothers died,

Mosca...

has become his obsession.

He's convinced the other guy's got his eye on Pigalle.

So you were lying about me being a madam?

No, but like an idiot I told him I knew a girl at the Paradis.

I didn't think they'd beat you up.

I swear!

I don't give a toss about the Paradis.

All I want is...

a boyfriend to protect me.

And when this is all over,

we can start up our business,

can't we?

The next one of you to trick me gets their throat slit!

Valentine!

Got something to say?

Well?

Is something wrong?

Has anyone got anything to say?

Jesus!

She's not from here. She'll go away again.

That would be a pity.

Let go of me!

Help!

- Is that Jeanne? - Yes.

It's Jeanne!

Jeanne!

- Jeanne! - I want to see Véra.

And what's Véra's speciality? Tit-fucking?

Jeanne!

- Open the door! - Open up.

Gentlemen.

Where are your manners?

Jeanne!

Remind me who Véra is again.

Can you describe her to me?

Mommy!

Leave her to me!

Don't touch her!

So you're the Prince of Pigalle?

Does hitting ladies turn you on?

I don't see any ladies here, only whores.

Rose!

Rose.

Get away from her!

I've had quite enough of you.

Get them back in there.

Let's see if your Mosca really cares about you,

shall we,

Rose?

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down.

Stay with them.

Véra?

Get out of the way.

Are you all right, Véra?

- They killed Valentine! - There, there.

What about Rose?

Have you noticed how all this waiting is making us edgy?

It would be better all round if you told us where the safe was.

Do you honestly think Mosca would share that secret with us?

Not with the others but he might share it with his whore.

I am not his whore.

- Does that mean I can fuck you? - Feel free.

I service creeps like you every night of my life.

Try to get something out of it.

You might even make her come.

- Come on. - Go for it.

Come closer!

Shit!

Get Mosca.

Calm down.

Stay there.

I said calm down!

Don't move.

- Don't move. - Stop it, Rémy.

- That's enough now. - Shut up or I swear I'll kill you.

- I will not shut up. - Shut up!

You filthy whore!

There, Bertha! There!

There, Bertha!

Shoot, Bertha!

No!

His gun. His gun!

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right, girls. You can come out.

It's over.

- It's all right. - Marguerite.

Go and get Adrien for Rose. Hurry!

Bring me some water. Quickly!

Water!

She's going to be all right.

- Leave us. - Marguerite, you can stay.

I said get out. Heat up some water, please.

Come on, hurry up.

I said everybody out. Didn't you hear me?

I'm not going anywhere.

Are you all right?

Is everything all right?

Do you want me to take her home?

No.

She's going to sleep here. I'll go and make up a bed for her.

No vital organs were hit. It's a miracle.

We must leave her to rest.

You've done all you can.

What made you throw the corpses onto the street?

That way the message is clear for all to see.

We give as good as we get.

I don't believe it.

Are you still toying with the idea of taking over Pigalle?

Jeanne?