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Two weeks late?

And nausea?

Torcy plans to take the donations

to a barracks in Ménilmontant.

It will be full of officers.

- How will we get in?
- We won't.

The carriages will form a convoy
before reaching the barracks.

That's when we make our move.

How do you know all this?

Our dear Angelus.

He's going to create a diversion.

- Does that worry you?
- Yes, it does.

He's a cop. He could betray us.

How can you talk of betrayal?

Angelus only cares about one thing.

Money.

As long as we grease his palm...

To the Sacré-Coeur!

To the Sacré-Coeur.

I don't know what to do.

Come on!

You've got too much on display.
You're fine.

- Am I all right?
- Hurry up.

Get a move on.

- Bertha?
- What?

Come and help Louise.
You can see she's struggling.

Can't she sort herself out?

You'll have to change your ways.

You're in a high-class brothel now.

Follow Pauline's example.
She's from the gutter too.

Don't talk too much and watch
how the others handle clients.

There.

Don't worry. I'll apply myself.

I don't want to go back
out on the streets.

- Haven't things calmed down?
- Opéra is still bearable but Pigalle...

Ever since your guys took over,
sparks have been flying.

- Our guys?
- Kertel.

And that young guy,
the angelic-looking one.

- He lashes out like a brute.
- Bak?

He killed a girl last week.

- Bak?
- That's right.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Right, downstairs.
- Here, take this.

You can put it on downstairs.

- Pauline?
- Can you manage?

I'm fine.

This is no time to light up!

Get a move on.

Yes, madam.

They're double-crossing Mosca.

I'm sure Hortense knows about this.

I saw her handling
envelopes full of cash.

If Kertel and Hortense
take over the Paradis

we've had it.

I'll be sent straight to Saint-Lazare.

- Here.
- No.

Rose!

You're needed for the photo.

We'll have our own photo taken later.

We want this album to impress.

- If Rose isn't in it...
- You replace her.

All right? Go on.

Shut the door!

- I should go downstairs.
- Why?

It will give me something
to remember the Paradis by.

- Rose isn't coming.
- You don't say!

She's given up taking clients
so why would she care about this?

Look over there.

Straight ahead, chin up.

As if you wanted
to conquer the world.

Not bad. Sit down.

Let's get started, please, ladies.

- Come on, Olympe.
- Pauline!

That's good.

You all look so miserable.

For goodness sake, smile!

Think about your wheeling and dealing
with Kertel. That should help.

Move in a bit closer to one another.

You've got your work cut out there.

What are you talking about?

Aren't you the new mistress
of the streets of Pigalle?

That's better.
Stay close together.

Together.

Look this way, please, girls.

What about Torcy?

What does Torcy think of it all?

Just a minute.

And I'm sure Mosca will have
something to say about it.

He'll be very interested
to hear your wild imaginings.

- Can we go now?
- Right.

One more. Ready? Concentrate.

And smile.

You're in paradise, remember.

No one move. One...

two... three...

That's it!

- Thank you, ladies.
- Don't go away, girls.

Come through and get ready
for your individual photos.

You want us to pose one by one?

I'm making the most of Louise's arrival
to update our album.

This is hardly the time!

We must keep up appearances, Véra.

It would be a pity to let the pages
of such a beautiful album shrivel.

Come on, look lively.
Come on, Bertha!

Get a move on.

A bit more relaxed.

That's it. That's good.

Something's not quite right.

Wait.

Let's see this leg here.

That's great. The fan...

Perfect. Don't move.
Don't move, Véra.

Is Mosca aware that Bak and Kertel
have taken over Pigalle?

- What are you talking about?
- That's right.

- Act as if you don't know.
- I thought your man was protecting us.

Of course he's protecting us.

Ask the streetwalkers in Pigalle.

They're well looked after.

Ask him what he's up to.

What's got into you lot today?

We'd like to know
what he's got in store for us.

And whose side you're on.

Is what people are saying
about Pigalle true?

Don't listen to what people say.

Anyway,

we'll be gone from here in a week.

We're going away together.

I hope you'll be on time
the day after tomorrow.

- We've got a problem with Angelus.
- What problem?

Didn't you see it coming?

He's been in cahoots
with Mosca all along.

He drew up the route
for the convoy.

It's imperative
that we keep him at bay.

He won't be the first person
you've got shot of.

And how will you get shot of me?
With a stray bullet.

Don't worry.
My men will let you escape.

Follow me, gentlemen.

We have come out of our way
on a recommendation.

Our friend spoke with enthusiasm
about a girl named Rose.

I'm afraid she is otherwise engaged.

But Véra will take care of you.

Later.

And Louise...

Louise... will do perfectly for now.

- Champagne!
- I have another name.

Angèle, ideal for first-timers.

It's for our friend.

Véra is an expert.

You won't be disappointed,
I can assure you.

They're up to something.

This is for you.

What is it?

I got it from the police vaults.
I thought you'd like it.

It's too much.

You know,

we could have a nice life together.

I'm jumping the gun a bit but...

- Soon.
- Soon what?

Things will get easier, you'll see.

We can go away together.

Do you want to come for a stroll
tomorrow on the Champs-Élysées?

No, wait.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I'm just a bit taken aback.

- But you do like it?
- Yes, very much.

- Am I interrupting something?
- Not at all.

I was just saying
that Louise isn't ready.

What do you think?

That's your job, Hortense.

Isn't it? So go and do it.

- Where were you earlier?
- Out getting some fresh air.

- Did it help?
- Sort of.

Are you avoiding the question?

I don't know.
What do you think?

Superintendent Angelus!

Let's have a chat.

Come on, pussycat.
Time for some adult games.

Make yourself comfortable.

It's... It's my first time.

I know.

Don't worry.

We'll take it very slowly.

The convoy will leave with ten escorts
at dawn the day after tomorrow.

It will arrive at the barracks
at about nine.

Only ten men to defend
the moral order's treasure?

- They hope to pass unnoticed.
- So do we.

That gives us plenty of time to act.

- Zephyrin and Charbonnier...
- Eavesdropping, are we?

Do you know what they're plotting?

Silly me. You don't know anything,
apart from how to fuck all day long.

Open your eyes, Rose!
Can't you see he's out of his mind?

What's he up to with Angelus?

See? The superintendent said ‟we.”
My friend was doubting your loyalty.

- What are you plotting?
- Get that whore out of here.

- Are you in cahoots with that turd?
- I'm taking huge risks here!

It's either me or that slut.
I will not be insulted by your whore!

Shut up!

All right? Are you happy now?

Are you okay?

What are you doing in here?
Get back to work. Hurry up!

You should have a blow job.
It would relax you.

Leave her alone!

Let go of her.

Go on, get lost.

Get a move on.

That's it.

There.

That's it. Right...

Let's go.

It's Angelus. Mosca killed him.

They were plotting something.

Then Rose turned up
and he flew into a rage.

- We'll all end up on the gallows!
- Calm down!

It's Jeanne!

Véra!

It might just be a fling.

You heard Louise. They need girls.
They'll take her away.

It's a nightmare.

Are you all right?

Ten kilos of potatoes,

three kilos of turnips, four cabbages,

four lettuces...

- How's it going?
- You lucky thing.

You'll be eating meat every day.

There. That will be 130 francs.

- What?
- 130 francs.

Oh, yes. Here.

- You're not very chatty today.
- Off you go!

- See you Monday.
- See you Monday.

Marie!

Marguerite's not herself today.

Angelus will be here soon.
What time is it?

I don't know.
I think I heard it chime 10:00.

What, already?

He said nine o'clock.
I hope he's all right.

He's a cop.
He'll be dealing with an emergency.

Or else he's decided against
packing it all in for a whore.

You won't the first girl
this has happened to.

And you certainly won't be the last.

I honestly thought he was sincere.

Angelus sincere?

- Bertha, have you got nothing to do?
- All right, Marguerite!

Off you go!

You're such a pain!

Jeanne?

Jeanne, open the door!

What's going on?

What do you want?

I saw you with Bak.

- You're a fine one to lecture me!
- He's dangerous. Stop seeing him.

- We're not doing anything wrong.
- He's a pimp.

- He mistreats girls.
- You're lying.

I'm lying? When did you stop
working at the store?

Are you spying on me now?

I trusted you, Jeanne.

Don't give Renée a reason
to send you to the convent.

You're wrong about Bak.

He's a killer.
He doesn't love you.

What do you know about love?

My darling.

Go away.

I never want to see you again.

Go away!

Hurry up!

There'll be a bloodbath
if we enter the barracks.

Well, what do you suggest?

- You got us into this mess.
- I did?

Without Angelus to create a diversion
we have no choice.

- We'll take Zephyrin and his brother.
- And the Narbonis.

- How do you plan to get in?
- That's easy.

We show up, open fire,
take the cash and leave.

Is that your plan? To turn up
and shoot anything that moves?

Hello, stranger.

Look who's here.

Louis isn't going
to take over the streets.

Tomorrow morning they plan to steal
the funds for the Sacré-Coeur.

And then what?

- What happens after the break-in?
- They each get their share.

And you and Mosca flee, leaving
the Paradis to Hortense and Kertel.

You can resume control.

Without a protector? Do you think
Hortense will let that happen?

Mosca's not the only one
guzzling too much Mariani.

Mosca is out of his mind, Rose.

- He can't see the trouble brewing.
- What trouble?

Hortense is in cahoots
with Bak and Kertel.

They're taking control of the streets.

They've probably done a deal with Torcy.

You have to warn Mosca.

They'll bump him off
at the first opportunity.

- He won't listen to me.
- Then leave him.

Leave him
or you'll go down with him.

Are you pregnant?

Rose?

Rose?

Are you going to keep it?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

Can you imagine raising Mosca's child,
with everything that's been happening?

I love him, Véra.

However crazy he may be.

It's okay.

Well, well! Ménard,
knight of the Legion of Honour.

Who would have thought?

They're giving those rosettes away
as if they were bread rolls.

Hey!

You have such soft skin.

I really like you, you know.

I'll come and see you
regularly from now on.

We'll be happy together.

Won't you spend the night with me?

You'll be wanting me
to fold up your socks next.

How much do you want?

Five francs.

But for that price, my friend,
I'll show you a thing or two.

- You'll see the Sacré-Coeur.
- It's not even built yet.

All the more reason.

I don't have enough on me.
I'll pay you tomorrow.

Sorry but my cunt
doesn't give credit.

Please, Bertha. I'm not even sure
I'll be here tomorrow night.

And you want me
to let you have it on credit?

- How much have you got?
- Twenty.

You can give me the rest tomorrow.

I'll pay you ten
for the inconvenience.

It will be well worth it
if I come back alive.

Lie down.

Can I cuddle you?

It will be all right.

- Any news on Angelus?
- No.

Why don't you tell her the truth?

What truth?

- What's going on?
- Never you mind.

Angelus is dead.
They killed him.

- What?
- They killed him.

What happened?

- What happened?
- Pauline!

- Pauline!
- What happened?

- Stop it, Pauline.
- What happened?

- Well?
- Pauline!

Stop it!

It's all right.

That's it.

Come on.

Bak!
Stop it, Bak!

Jesus!

Pauline.

Come on.

Come on.

What are you trying to do?

What are you playing at
with my daughter?

We're not doing anything wrong.

- It's serious between Jeanne and me.
- Serious?

Like when you beat up girls in Pigalle
or take Pauline to task?

Stay away from my daughter!

Your daughter?

Your daughter is going
to take some convincing,

given that she doesn't even
consider you to be her mother.

Anyway, I'm only protecting her,

just as Hortense asked me to.

What?

Hortense?

Hortense!

- You didn't!
- Didn't what?

Palm Jeanne off on Bak!

Oh, that?

I asked him to keep an eye on her.

She loves him.
The bastard will destroy her.

Don't talk nonsense.

Her love for him won't last.
But if you're worried, talk to her.

She won't listen to me.
She threw me out.

What do you want?

To stop her living her life?
To wrap her up in cotton wool?

You can hardly protect her from men
when you're locked up in a brothel.

You're the one who stopped me leaving.
I could have protected her.

Now I'm just an old abusive woman,
festering in your brothel.

- You've turned me into a monster.
- Don't rewrite history, Véra.

At least be honest about things.

You've never been a victim,
especially not with me.

You've always been
a selfish monster,

intoxicated with the pleasure
of arousing men.

You've never loved.

You've never felt in your flesh,

in your soul,
what it means to suffer for love.

You know nothing of my suffering.

You know nothing of my suffering!

My daughter doesn't love me.

She doesn't love me because
of what you've turned me into.

If I had let you leave with the baron,

you would only have betrayed him.

He would have thrown you out.

And sooner or later
you would have come running back.

Because I have always been
the only person you can rely on,

the only person to love you.

Marguerite and Rose betrayed me
to gain a bit of power.

That's fair enough.

But as for you,

when I was looking
for your support,

for your attention, Véra...

Your attention.

Is that why?

You sacrificed my daughter as revenge?

You're suffering because
your daughter rejected you

and I am to blame?

I have found your heart, Véra.
You should thank me.

- I'm going to inform on them.
- You're going nowhere.

If you talk,
that's the end of the Paradis.

We'll end up in jail
and Angèle in Saint-Lazare.

- Is that what you want?
- What do we do, then?

- Let Mosca kill everyone?
- And Hortense and Kertel take over?

We'll find a solution.

Will we?

What solution?

I'll find a solution.

I'm scared, Louis.

You can't trust Kertel.
He's going to betray you.

He won't do anything
until he's got his share.

Anyway, I need him.

What if he uses this heist
as an opportunity to kill you?

I'll kill him first.

What if he's done a deal with Torcy?

What if this is a trap?

Don't worry, my love.

Don't worry.

I'm pregnant, Louis.

I won't have you taking these risks.

I don't care about being rich.

I want to grow old with you.

And our child.

Don't talk nonsense.

What's nonsense is
you drowning in cocaine,

killing Kertel and doing this break-in.

The break-in was your idea.

Things have changed.

How?

Do you honestly expect me...

to settle in the country
and bring up kids?

- You said you wanted to leave.
- Not like this.

We will leave together.

Wait for me.
I'll come back and get you. Okay?

We'll find a doctor.
He'll take care of things.

Trust me.

Trust me, my love.

Come on.
I want to show you something.

Come and see.

Look.

In case things go wrong. Look.

It's all here.

See? The jewels
from the Brunswick break-in.

Ask Zephyrin.
He knows a good fence.

Look at this.

Trust me.
Nothing's going to happen to me.

Nothing's going
to happen to me, my love.

I love you. I love you.

- I wanted to see you.
- You can't stay.

- Your mother knows about us.
- I don't care!

I want to spend the night with you.

I want to do it tonight.

Look. This will interest you.

Stay out of it,
or I'll send her out on the street.

He doesn't want a child.

Do you want some water?

No, I'll have some of that.

All he could do was show me
the jewels from the Brunswick break-in,

in case things went badly wrong.

Hasn't he whipped them yet?

They were great,
your dreams of independence.

A Paradis without any men in it.

What if we were
to denounce them to the police?

I mean...

I could go the police.

No one died in that break-in.

Mosca would get, what,
two or three years.

But he'll live.

As for you, the cops
will arrest Kertel and Bak

and Jeanne will be safe.

Mosca will never let them arrest him.

It's up to you to keep him in bed, then.

It's either that
or send him to his death.

But Angèle, you're in no fit state.

Yes, I am.

Anyway, you're all being watched.
No one will notice if I'm not here.

Well...

When they see you,
they'll know you've got the pox.

Not if you put talc on my face.
It's a risk worth taking.

- Have you got a better idea?
- You'll end up in Saint-Lazare.

Véra, when we took over the Paradis,

we were all in on it together.

Now's our chance.

How will you get out?

Kertel has double-locked the door.

Here, Angèle!

Let's go.

Louis, I know
that by writing this letter

I'm doing myself
more harm than good.

Perhaps that is the story of my life.

I am worried sick,

consumed by a terrible melancholy.

Here I am once again
suffering in silence,

feeling mortally wounded,

with no real understanding
of how or why.

I cannot change
the course of events

but I am certain about one thing.

I want you to live.

I have denounced you to the police.

I have given them
the Brunswick jewels,

your necklace.

You left me no other choice.

Leave, Louis.

Leave while you still can.

Let me love you.
Let us love one another.

I don't want to have to bury you.

I'd rather we were burnt at the stake.

Louis?

Louis?

Are you here, Louis?

Where the hell is she?

- He's not in his office.
- Where is he, then?

What do we do? Shall we go?
The others are waiting.

You're late.
Where were you?

And where were you?

With Torcy? Plotting my death?
Let go of me!

Isn't that what you wanted?

- It's the cops.
- Shit!

Wake up, Jeanne!

- Leave me be!
- The police are here. You must go.

- What?
- If they see you they'll take you away.

- I'm not leaving without Bak!
- Jeanne!

Jeanne!

No!

Good luck, my friend.

Go and hide!

What about Bak?

Quiet! There's nothing more
you can do for him.

Is that clear?

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Shit!

What the hell are you doing?

Louis?

No. No!

Louis!

Louis!

Go on!

Louis!

Why didn't you run?

This is my home.

Hand yourself in.

It's Brunswick. You risk nothing.

It's too late.

What then?

You visiting me in jail
with the child?

This is the perfect ending.

Take me with you.

- Mosca!
- You're going to have to be strong.

It's Torcy. Give yourself up.
You don't stand a chance.

You look after her, okay?

Don't touch her.

Louis.

No!

No. No!

No!

No!

Don't shoot!

Bak!