All language subtitles for The Gypsy (1975) EN

THE GYPSY

Are you the Sennart clan?

- Yeah
- Pardon me.

Mr. Sennart?

Yeah.

We're looking for your son, Hugo.

We know he was here earlier.

He's still here.

Yeah? Where's that?

Here.

If he's here, that will get you
into a pack of trouble, I warn you.

There are a lot of them. You know that?

I think they're afraid.

Hugo Sennart, known as "The Gypsy".

The Belgians narrowly missed him,
but they missed him nonetheless.

He was in France three years ago
and sentenced to life at hard labor...

for murdering a village mayor
who'd ordered them expelled.

He managed to escape
from prison with two pals.

One, Jo Amila, alias Jo "The Boxer".

He was doing 20 years for bank robbery.

And his sidekick, Gene Newman.

Also doing 20 years for the same affair.

Gene Newman has no known aliases.

They've been on the run for two years.

And their exploits have already caused
a violent debate in the assembly

and a chewing out almost daily
from headquarters.

They act as if they had nothing to fear,
the way they go about unmasked.

Examine this face closely.

The look of the outsider.

The man who trusts no one,
the man whom no one can trust.

It's a face that owes
no nation allegiance,

respects no frontier, that knows no law
except the law of the tribe.

A common outcast...

that society only tolerates along its fringes
or camping at its garbage dumps.

Despised and avoided like the plague.

This one is a lone wolf
who steals from the tribe.

The others feed on the fruits of his crime.

Can we have the lights, please?

Now, you've been handpicked
and assigned to this detail

to arrest a man who's never been known
to sleep twice in the same bed.

I realize that it's the thing
to hound the gypsies.

To break up their trailer camps
outside of town.

I've seen headquarters
mobilize everyone on the force.

In my humble opinion, they ought to start
deploying them at the bank vaults.

With that clever thought,
ladies and gentlemen,

the briefing's over.

So far, it looks as though
we've got 6, 8, 9, 13.

Just like downtown.

It'll be difficult to sell this one.

You're jealous.

But of what, sweetheart?

He's 35 years older than me.

You're all that counts to me now.

Everything I get out of him is for you.

No, I never know when
he'll be away in advance.

Oh, no, he doesn't mistrust me,
but he's just very secretive.

You're being silly.

Well. One of your migraines?

Cut it out!

Stay where you are or I'll jump.

My God, what's the matter with you?

Go away!

If I jump, you know everybody
will think I was pushed,

that you pushed me,

because I'm having
an affair with a cop.

Listen...

Last night a sensational jewel robbery.

And at dawn, the wife of Yan Kuq
leaps to her death.

If Yan Kuq weren't
a well known safe-cracker

then there would be no connection
between the two events.

Well?

An ex-safe-cracker.
He's over the hill.

Once an expert, always an expert.

Check on him.

Find out where he spent the evening.

With his wife.

She won't tell you otherwise.

See how he occupies the time.

Follow him.

You're welcome to use Dufour's squad.

They are already working
around the clock on The Gypsy.

And with what results?

The last two weeks, six hold-ups.

Now, you get busy with Yan.

Meanwhile, I'll try to pacify them
at headquarters.

Jacques, I'm counting on you.

Thank you, sir.

Don't you buy that, Mr. Mareuil?

Oh, sure, I agree with you.

So now we're beginning to poke
into the life of that woman.

That offend your tribe?

If so, you're mistaken.

I'll repeat it.

One calamity at the jeweler's,
another at Yan's.

And it's possible that the two have
something in common.

I can't help but feel that there's...

there's a perfume in the air.

Which you can smell at the Club Yano's.

That's just the trouble, Inspector.

I don't dare set foot in it.

Why not?

Because...

you see...

they know me there.

Well, then. They'll be glad to see you.

You remember when you suspected that...

that the goods that Yan was fencing
came from The Gypsy via Jo Amila?

You had me tailing Yan for two weeks
there.

Well, I did.

And that's how...

How what?

Well, that was how I knew his wife.

But there was no choice!

She was always there,
behind the cash register!

But I wouldn't get so upset over it.

Pretty. What a body.

You know.

We had an affair.

I couldn't help it.

But that was hardly
according to regulations.

Well, I figured that sooner or later
she would talk.

She was fed up with the old goat.

So you were on an undercover mission.

Yeah, and it worked too.

She called me on the telephone
just before she died.

What made her phone you?

She was jealous.

She'd call me any time of day.

It was 4 in the morning.

She was alone.

Alone?

There was a pause,
and then she hung up on me.

Of course.

Yan walked in on her.

What a shame your testimony
can never be of use.

Why not?

You think you could tell the judge

that you were sleeping
with a criminal's wife?

Well, sure.
Modern methods.

Modern methods, my foot.

You know very well just how quick
those reporters would be

to accuse you of killing her...

because she threatened
to compromise you.

But you have my word I didn't!

You know what the word of a cop
is worth these days?

Well.

You'll just have to finish
what you started, that's all.

I don't want you to mention Yan again
till you've brought him in here.

Roger, it's Blot.

About The Gypsy...

could we begin raiding
all their campsites?

Yes, of course he doesn't
go near them, but...

they might turn on him because of it.

You see?

A little squabble never hurt.

"CONVOY DESTINED FOR TROUVILLE CASINO ATTACKED"
- This is too much. I find me a nice, quiet town,

put my slippers to watch
the ships come in, and who turns up?

An army of cops.

All the pigs in France come to spoil
my scenery, to clutter up my view.

And the worst is this Gypsy wherever I go.

Oh, it's not all that bad.

After all, the cops will go away.

There's no reason
why they should come here.

Jeannot, wherever you go it always rains.

I'm getting out of here.

This house, it does belong to your brother.

Yeah.

And your brother does have
a criminal record,

which by now must be a mile long.

The cops will go over this town
with a fine-toothed comb.

They'll come straight to your brother's.

They'll have search warrants,
the whole works,

and I'm just not interested.

So you beat it.

But don't forget, your lawyer's
due here in an hour.

I'll see him later.

I'm sick and tired of telling him that
I didn't murder my wife

and hearing him say that everything
would work out the minute I turn myself in.

He may have news for you.

I'll be glad to hear it at Palavas-les-Flots.

You're not going to attempt
traveling across France ?

I'm trying out
trout fishing in Pierre's Lagoon.

You'll be arrested
at the first police roadblock.

At my age?

You must be joking.

Hey, your skin shots are in my way.

There's a guy playing Diablo
out there on the boat.

And up front, that's for you.

Take a look.

Oh, wow!

How about that?

Yeah, they're fabulous.

I wouldn't say fabulous.

Yeah, well, nothing interests you.

Neither threads nor tail.

I sometimes wonder
why you broke out of jail.

Being in there didn't suit me.

Now on the outside...

Now you're outside, what's wrong?

I've always been on the outside.

You know, you told me in the brig
one day you felt like shouting.

Why? Who at?

Must be in the blood.

No man can change things alone.

You need the others.

And you can't change the others, either.

So when everything goes wrong,
you feel like shouting.

Can you imagine the racket
if everyone who had to

began shouting all at once?

That sounds to me like a revolution.

Not me.

A revolution is a war.

It was something else I thought of.

What else?

You wouldn't know.

I'm going for a walk.

Complicated, huh?

Yeah.

Not even the broads interest him.

- All that guy can think about is revolution.
- Well, he mustn't think.

A guy who fights and thinks
a lot always gets knocked out.

So that was the secret of your success.

Hi, Marcel.

- Maintenant, repetez aprés moi.
- Maintenant, repetez aprés... yeah.

- L'argent est dans ma poche.
- L'argent est dans ma poche.

L'argent est dans ma poche.

Some good news for you.

Where's The Gypsy?

Don't worry.
We'll tell him later.

He'll go along with it.

Sure, he will.

Good.

First of all, I found Nick Messine.

Second, I've got the Nice job
arranged for next week.

Well, we'll start with Nice.

No.

We'll start with Messine.

Where is that bastard?

In Palavas-les-Flots
in a small hotel called Bob's.

That's all well and good,
but we're more for the post office job.

The money first.

It's our last job together.

Then Gene and me
skip out of the country.

First it's Palavas.

You think we're your slaves?

- Well, you are what you are.
- Hold on.

We can manage our affairs
without your advice.

Sure, and go to prison.

If it wasn't for my brothers,
you never would have gotten out.

That's why you'll help my brothers now.

That's why Palavas comes first!

What do we do?

We ditch the bastard.

Stay out of it.

Watch it, Gene.

Quatre, cinq, six.

Sept, huit--

ls he alone?

Yeah.

Nick? Open up. It's Bob.

Well, what's wrong?

We did time together.
Or didn't he mention that?

Nicky was our trusty.

I took the job just to be able
to do you guys favors.

It's a pity your memory is so weak.

Why don't we go outside
and refresh it a little?

Tourist season's starting early.

There's always someone at Bob's.

I understand the waitresses
can be lured to your room.

That's a friendly service.

You remember?
When we went to Ninie's?

She ran her bar like a Mother Superior.

We were all nuts about her.

She was 20 then.

Life's too short.

Nothing can erase the scars there.

Nor there!

But I was not alone.

That's right. I was held by the guards.

They were paid for that.

But you weren't!

You swore when you kicked me.

Repeat what you said.

You know how it is.

What'd you call me?

Oh, it wasn't serious.

"Trash." You know.

"Gypsy Vermin."

"Scum."
"Race of whores."

"Son of a snake and a scorpion."
You remember?

You're not...

You can't do that.

You must admit that I'm better off here
than in police custody.

You wouldn't be in custody very long.

And afterward, you could go
wherever you like.

Maxim number one.

An hour in the cooler
is an hour too long.

The police are working
with the district attorney.

I saw him. He's young.

And when I told him you called me
every now and then,

he was annoyed,

but he swore out
a warrant for your arrest

and had the police seal off
your apartment.

- And closed the bar.
- What a charming young man.

- If you like.
- Now, then.

Let me tell you my version.

I was at home in bed with my wife
the whole night,

and I woke up at dawn.

I attempted to explore the city.

The busy workmen,
the first rays of sunlight.

Very poetic.

You said it.

My wife didn't believe me.
My loving wife.

You wouldn't expect her to.

She wanted to come along.

A woman in love. And up at dawn.

I refuse to argue with you.
At any rate, there was a scene.

You know the sort of thing.

She threatened to throw herself
from the balcony,

in a rage.

Ah, to hear you tell, it's very simple.

But that wasn't the behavior
of a woman who had a lover.

A lover?

- Is that on record?
- No.

Because her lover was
a detective in the police force.

- Tell me who told you that.
- Your bartender.

He said the cops
often mentioned her,

in connection with a certain Mareuil.

Is that right?

I would like to have this Mareuil
tell me that to my face.

But the trouble is,
he can't say a word officially.

Unofficially, however, they'll be using it
to make mischief for you.

But you can't convict anyone
on unofficial evidence.

You give it a little thought, huh?

And we'll go tell the D.A.
your final version.

No, not me.

Hey.

There are cops all over the town.
The place is crawling with them.

Don't worry.
They're not after you.

Last night, a body was found
outside the marshes by a couple of kids.

Pumped full of lead.

I understand The Gypsy and his gang
followed some ex-con here

and caught him hiding at Bob's.

That goddamn Gypsy turns up
wherever I go.

- I'll be going now.
- Naturally.

- So will I. Need anything from Paris?
- Nope.

You know, if you haven't unpacked yet,
take your time.

- You're not leaving, are you?
- You bet.

This place is too noisy.

Oh, it'll quiet down. Besides,
no one will bother you here, eh?

And don't you worry!

Probably one of my friends.

Who is it?

Police. Open up.

Open the door.

Pierre Dubaie, the best fence alive.

- Or am I mistaken?
- No.

- Don't you recognize me?
- Sure.

- The unforgettable Captain Blot.
- Ah, Inspector Blot, I'd like you to know,

Congratulations.

When I learned that you lived
across the way,

I was curious to know if by chance
you'd seen anything...

anything peculiar.

Such as what?

Such as Bob, bidding
his customers farewell.

Inspector, fishing is the only thing
that interests me these days.

You don't happen to know Nicky Messine?

- No.
- Bob doesn't either!

It's strange, but no one knows him
now that he's dead.

I don't suppose
you can tell me anything

about his companions
or the car they were driving.

No, most of the time
I'm out to sea.

Or at the harbor.

Now, look, Pierre.

It had to be someone from here
who informed The Gypsy

that Nicky was at Bob's place.

And that someone may know
where The Gypsy is now.

Very logical, Inspector.

Mmm. And I won't be thrown
off the track easily.

Suppose I were to put
the tax people onto you?

They'd love to know where
the money for your boat came from.

Now, if I were you,
I'd think about it.

I'll come see you again.

I love grilled herring.

Nothing to worry about.
It's your place.

Oh, boy, are they sons of bitches!

And I ask you, what's The Gypsy
fooling around here for and how?

This year, the river fishing
is better than the deep sea fishing.

I feel like dropping my line
along a river bank.

Aimee has a hotel where fishermen go.

Police! This is an identity check!

- Your papers, please.
- Ah, no you don't.

Police! This is an identity check.

Your papers, please.

Hold it.
This is a police identity check.

Inspector, you've known us for years.
So what is this?

We're looking for The Gypsy.

- We hear he's in town.
- Not in my joint, though.

This is bad for business.
You know that.

You might search without
terrorizing the clients.

- We won't come here again.
- Treated like criminals!

You'll hear from my lawyers!

Can you tell me where The Gypsy is?

Sorry, but this isn't a tourist bureau.

Well, you better become one, fast.

Trouble with those bikes is
you can't wear decent threads.

Hey. Whew.

For traveling north
we have a Lancia for you.

With the plates.

Italian diplomatic corps.
The car papers.

That's fine for them.
I prefer my motorcycle.

Now for a little bad news.

They're stepping up the raids
to smoke you out.

Since that ruins the business
of the syndicate.

- They're about to finger you.
- The bastards.

You said it. They own the bars,
the hotels.

They can put the screws on everyone.

Anyone sees you, you've had it.

- Are you sure?
-You the Rinaldi brothers?

Are you sure of what you're saying?

Positive. In exchange, I want you to let

one of my hookers work your bar
now and then.

Okay. It's a deal.

So long.

Well, that's that.

All we do now is wait
a quarter of an hour,

then call a friend of mine who owns
a bar there across from the hotel.

A little hotel.

It's a front for a brothel.

And one of the girls is doing
The Gypsy upstairs. So long.

Who are you?

Everyone downstairs.

Hello? Roger?

Yeah. Oh, hi, Marcel.

Look, Roger.

Check out the hotel across the street
and tell me what's happening.

Nothing to tell.
Just what are you expecting?

You were?

Oh, brother. The cops.

Looks like a raid.

Hey, Marcel, who are they after anyway?

Nobody, nobody.

Thanks, Roger.

That means we have to
clear out of the country.

What's up for tomorrow?

- How goes it?
- Fine. ls it ready?

- Yeah, sure.
- Good boy.

The sacks.

Don't move.

Ah, Francis forgot his hat.

Thanks, Doc.

He's dead.

So long, George. See you tomorrow.

Bye, George. See you tomorrow.

Sorry. We're about to close.

The Rinaldi brothers,
please I want to talk to them.

- And who are you?
- A friend.

Very good, sir.

Someone's asking for you at the bar.

He says he's a friend.

They're on their way, sir.

Yeah, Donnez-moi
une scotch, monsieur.

S'il vous plait.

Were you the friend?

Not exactly. He was.

They tell me you don't want
people coming here with weapons.

'Cause that way, nothing goes wrong.

True.

Can I offer you a drink?

Glass of water.

Oh, um... l forgot.

"The little hotel
that's a front for a brothel.

"Upstairs with a whore?"
That mean anything to you?

And Marcel?

Come off it, now.
We don't owe you nothin'.

You're not one of us.
You like to work alone

And you're in our way.

In your way?

Thanks to you, the cops are leaning on us.

That's no reason to help them.
They lean on us gypsies, too.

But you'll never see
a gypsy help a cop.

We got to protect ourselves.

We can't move out
when the heat's on.

- We're a bunch of nomads.
- That's true.

But I thought you followed certain rules.

That's just the big operators.
Because it stinks like the city dump here.

- I would never mistake that smell.
- It just began to smell when you walked in.

So do us a favor and stay away.

Besides, with the cops
we had no choice.

As for you, we knew from the start
you'd get away.

You're a realist. The best.

You get all the big headlines.

- Don't think we don't know you.
- You don't.

Sorry.

Next time they give you a choice,
make it a better one.

Up you go.

In the saddle. There you go.

How's everything going?

Bad.

They ran us out.

People went further north.

Same thing there.

They chased us out with cattle prods.

There's no place to go.

We're treated like dogs.

No. Worse than dogs.

For dogs, they've got clinics
and beauty parlors.

They've even got schools.

They'll put you in jail
for touching their dogs.

Out there, they'll shed tears
over a broken seal

while our women give birth
to our sons in a dump.

What do they want?

They want our blood, race,
culture and customs...

to disappear.

I'd rather die.

The trouble is, there are too few of us
to fight for our rights.

We can save the kids.
They've got to go to school.

Mine stopped going.
The other kids spit on him.

Give this to father.

When are you leaving?

Tonight.

"MARSEILLE: THE TWO RINALDI
BROTHERS WERE SHOT..."

"BY THE GYPSY,
GENE NEWMAN, AND JO AMILA."

"NEWMAN WAS WOUNDED
IN THE RIGHT ARM."

Gene Newman was badly hurt
in the shootout.

Well, he's the kind that gets well fast.

Mareuil, do you-- Good morning.

Love and kisses from Yan Kuq.

Francoise recovered one of the pieces
that was stolen from the jewelers.

Are you sure?

The jeweler recognized it.

Any clues?

We're tailing the man who sold it.
He works in the casino.

Well done.

Hey, mister, you know what?
I just saw a great big bubble.

And soon, you just may see
a great big fish.

Are you on vacation?

No. I just retired.

What did you do, mister?

Were you a policeman?

Say, would you watch my line?

I've got to go make a phone call.

What if you get a bite, mister?

Entertain him till I get back.

The hell you say!

Why don't you ask for
the whole place while you're at it?

You think we'll starve
without your cooking?

You think if you split,
my clients will, too?

Well, so what? Let them split.
What is it, the heat made you flip?

Why, I've sacked a lot better
cooks than you. You know that?

You should seen
the ones I've sacked.

So you and your muscles,
buster, don't make it.

You get out of here, and fast.
You don't push me around!

No, sir. If you know
what's good for you.

Now, I mean it.

You shut your mouth
or you'll find yourself on the street.

Go on! Get out! I said get!

- I was taken in.
- Again?

I bet that, that grand Lothario
you were bragging about

fell asleep on you again.

Now, there you're wrong.
All you ever think of is sex.

But this is an employee.
Just let me tell you about it.

I think I'll go somewhere else to eat.

Oh, no. you don't understand.

- I guess he's fine.
- That was scary, huh?

What are the Italian diplomats
doing around here?

My dear, they live here.
Our neighborhood's got class.

The villa next door is owned
by the embassy, so they say.

Soon you'll have to specify
black tie for dinner.

Yeah, I could have run over him.

Jo?

That's an almost perfect ass.

Is that all you got on your mind?

That's the most beautiful ass in the world.

Mister, it's not my pole,
but I think I got a bite.

You think you can get him in?

If you help me.

Eating the bait without getting hooked.

He's a smart fish.

Yeah, he's a smart one.

I never saw you around before.

You live near here?

Yeah, right there
in the big white house.

How come you're not in school?

I don't feel too good.

Well there are plenty of things
you can learn outside, if you look carefully.

There are?

Sure, different kinds of things.

What hour the flowers open

and what hour they close.

The length of a spider's thread.

You can make a boat out of walnut.

A flute with a hallow reed.

A small lamp out of an orange peel.

One with a battery?

No. With a candle.

- Do you make lamps?
- No.

Then what do you do?

I'm like you. I don't feel too good.

So I'm on vacation.

Take it easy, doc.

The plaster, not the skin.

There.

Now you better begin
doing a few exercises.

Some movements like that, the fingers.

You got a paying client here, you know?

That's a lot more than you'd earn
from an abortion.

Oh, as far as abortion goes,

it's being done now for free in the clinic.

There's no money in it.

You haven't changed a bit.

Thank you.

You cheat the same as ever.

Deal from the top, will you?

Hello, young lovers?

Here. It's the money, your share of it.

All right?

He wanted these copies
of The Hotelkeeper's News

so I brought them along.

Put this somewhere safe, will you?

I can't imagine you trusting
a woman like that.

Only with money, though.

I wonder who he's able to trust
with his money.

I wish there were a woman I could trust.

If not, Jeannot, your life's wasted.

Oh, no, I've enjoyed my life.

Where's the lawyer?

He ought to be here soon.

I hope you took the usual precautions.

Sure, I meet the train, I drive him to his car
and we take different routes.

It's not easy, but it works.

We just saw him
get into a place called Ninie's.

What do you think he's doing there?

Who knows? Seeing a client.

Okay. Turn around.

What if that's where Yan is?

Brother, if he's there, we got him.

I've waited for this.

Your district attorney has the very same
idea as all the others do.

But why don't you go
and see the guy anyway?

We'll do a month of detention. That'll be all.

That's right. We'll go to jail.

I hope for your sake you can stay outside.

If I were you, I'd flip a coin.

Oh, I'll do my usual miracle
to get you out of there.

You remember the trouble in
Luxembourg?

I spoke up, and you were free, as
if it were magic.

That magic of yours cost $65,000.

There's no one you can buy like that now.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

We'd like a room, please.

For how long?

Two or three days. We'll see.

This way.

Hello.

We'd like one with a bath, if possible.

All our rooms are with bath.

16, overlooking the garden.

Here. Did you have much luggage?

No, it took us by surprise.

Of course. You'll have dinner here tonight?

Oh, yes.

Hey.

Good as new.

We're splitting up I leave tomorrow.

Gene and I stick together.

We're leaving tomorrow, too.

As you wish.

Well, boys, we may never meet up again.

That calls for a drink.
There's a classy little inn just next door.

Nope, I'm out.

I'm sick of eating sardines. When do we
go out for a good meal in a restaurant?

I'm not hungry.

They got a pretty cute little barmaid.

I bet she takes customers upstairs.

Hey?

Not even the barmaid? Not for you?

Not for me.

Good evening.

Two martinis, if you please.

Why don't I get your book
from the car now?

I wonder if I could have a light, please.

Ja. Naturlich.

Thanks.

Not bad, huh?

Gene doesn't come around anymore.

You see, he...

We were always so poor
that our son was ashamed of us.

He always hung out with the rich kids.

- Mr. Newman, I would like you--
- Boss, we just found Yan Kuq.

That's no reason for walking in
without knocking first.

- I would like--
- He's with The Gypsy and his gang.

Is that a good enough reason?

The gate is being opened.

It was opened by Gene Newman.

A Lancia is pulling out of the driveway
with Jo Amila at the wheel.

I don't see The Gypsy anywhere.

Gene Newman is closing
the gates from the inside.

He's coming out of a side door
into the street.

No sign of The Gypsy yet.

The Lancia's braking
and turning into the street on the right.

This ls Blot.

Attention, all squads
covering the southern sector.

You're to hit the Lancia
when she's in your sector,

far enough away so it won't be heard.

Over and out.

This is it. We surround the place now.

What's he going to do all by himself?

Back to the gypsies,
to his own people.

You know, there were days
when I really wanted to kill him.

And then days when he was my brother.

He's always day-dreaming.

He looks at you but he doesn't see you.

We'll miss him, you know.

He's not twisted like most people.

You never know
what may happen one day.

Switzerland's just over
the mountains,

and we can go on from there
towards Asia, maybe Turkey.

Those submissive broads.

And with all your lingoes,
we'll do okay.

Yeah.

Fraulein...
voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Quick, it's the cops.

Gene!

Run for it. Make a run for it.

Take it easy.

Oh, wow.

What a pair.

Gypsy.

This is it.

No.

There are a million cops out there.

Yes, I know. They're all over,
but they are not after you.

They're throwing a party for a public
enemy or a cannibal, murderer.

Yours is only a crime of passion.

Perhaps. They're still there,
so how do I get out?

This way...

Now come on.

Why, it's our old friend Yan Kuq.

Search the hotel. It must be full of
surprises.

Were you going to meet The Gypsy here?

If that's meant to be humorous,
it's unfortunate.

I'm sure next you'll tell me
that you don't know him.

We're about to start the show.

We got you a front row seat.

You know I'm not at all involved in this.

This is captain Mareuil.
Can you read me?

Hugo Sennart!

You are surrounded!

You haven't got a chance!

Your accomplices are under arrest.

You'll never get out alive
unless you surrender.

So The Gypsy got away.
Well, that's just what you deserve.

It's much easier to arrest the innocent,
you bunch of good-for-nothings.

Oh, "Shut up, shut up,"
that's all you ever say-- "Shut up."

Don't you gentlemen forget that I pay you
with my income taxes, right?

Well, I always holler at the help.

There's just one difference.
The help usually adores me,

which is something
I wouldn't want from you.

You get some tough customers
at your place.

We get what comes our way.

I wouldn't think of apologizing for my
friends

and Yan has been just like a brother to me
ever since we were so big.

But naturally,
the hotel owner wasn't aware

that the police were looking for you.

That's right. She didn't know a thing.

Inspector, why are you holding me?

Lay off!

Okay, I won't leave, and I won't move.

You carry me out.

What are you waiting for?
Pick her up and send her home.

Don't worry, I'll handle the lawyer.

It'll be up to the D.A. to charge you.

You're free to go now.

I'm going to level with you.

Your wife's case really
isn't our main concern.

Anyhow, I'm fairly certain
it'll end in your acquittal.

You see, all the cards are on the table.

So I see.

Tell me, how is it that you and The Gypsy

were next-door neighbors
without knowing it?

You may as well know,
I avoid him like the plague.

It's a coincidence.

I suppose we say it was just... chance.

A lovely word.

I think we understand each other.

- Will that be all?
- No.

Your wife's accident was at 5 a.m.

Shortly before that the largest
jeweler in town was burglarized.

There we have a new coincidence
that seems stuck right here

like a fish bone impossible to swallow.

Have you tried a piece of bread?
That'll work.

What can I do for you?

Help me.

Help me.

Tell me where you spent that night
of the 4th of March.

In bed with my wife.

That's safe, isn't it? She won't deny it.

You said you quarreled
at 5 in the morning.

Unusual.

I was preparing to go out.

- At dawn? Where to?
- Lyon.

I was interested in a hotel
that was for sale there.

Which hotel?

Ah, finally. You thought of a new question.

The Tivoli hotel. They were going
to put it up for auction.

Did anyone at all speak to you beforehand?

Had you talked about it to anyone?

No, I read it in one of the trade
publications.

The Hotelkeepers' News.

It's easy to check up on it.

I want you to remain in custody a while.

That'll give you a little time to think.

The law says 48 hours only.

I know that. Thanks.

Remember, for that fish bone...
a piece of bread.

I'm sorry the anesthetic wore off so soon.

The second bullet went much deeper.

You're made of iron.

It's been for sale for a year now.

You saw the ad afterwards.

Of course he did, Mareuil.

You want to know how it really happened?

You got in very late,
around 5 in the morning.

Your wife was still up, talking on the
phone.

That's interesting. To whom?

To her lover.
A compromising conversation.

You fell into a rage.

Your wife becomes afraid and runs
outside.

Up to there, okay.
We accept your version.

But what I want to know is,
what were you doing before that?

So you think my wife had a lover.

The way you talk about him
you must know him well.

In fact... maybe he was a cop.

Young, most likely.

A young man like you.

Come, now.
That's a bit farfetched, isn't it?

Would someone like you sleep
with the wife of an ex-convict?

Would you ever dream
of accepting presents from her?

For example, that suit.

Perhaps a car you couldn't afford.

That'll make a good story for you,
District Attorney. And reporters.

No one ever said your wife
was sleeping with a cop.

You don't mention such things
unless you know.

Otherwise, you keep your mouth shut.

And when you start out
to walk a twisted path,

you gotta follow it all the way.

You can't go back
to the straight and narrow.

Yan.

You'd do a lot better to tell us
where you spent that night.

With my wife.

I would assume your jewelry shop
had a night watchman.

I want to be confronted with him.

They couldn't identify anyone,

since they'd been attacked from behind,
as you know all too well.

I know all too well that I'm not about
to let you trap me with such nonsense.

You know what I think?
I think you're stalling for time.

You're going to be obliged to turn me over
to the District Attorney.

I've been held here for two weeks now.
You're violating the law.

Wrong.

When you're held on preventive detention,

it's counted from the hour your name
was entered in the register.

That's strange.

Your name hasn't been entered yet.

Watching the way you work
would give anyone the urge

to throw you bastards
a well-earned Molotov cocktail.

Hello.

Yes, good morning. Yes, speaking.

Of course.

What breed?

I see.

Well, then, can you come
around 10.30 tomorrow morning?

That'll be fine.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Well, uh, goodbye
and thank you.

I think you've forgotten something.

You know damn well who I am.
I know you do.

So why have you done all this?

Because I'm like them?

No.

You see, I've been around
a lot in my life.

And I've learned that there are
two sides to everything.

Who am I to judge anyone,
especially for living the way he wants?

I was lucky then.

Less than you think.

They're going to find you, you know,
and they'll kill you.

It isn't in the cards
for me to live long.

Here.

Go ahead. Take all you want.

I haven't robbed anyone, except the state.

No, no

I'd rather we shook hands.

Here's what you entrusted to me.

Its better in your hands for now.

I have no one to spend it on.

I've no children, not even grandchildren.

A boat without a sail or rudder.

Somehow is not quite a boat.

Still a boat's a boat.

A boat is easily repaired.

A man can't be repaired.

Is this what you're thinking?

You're a marvelous girl.

But what did it get you after all being
marvelous?

I can watch the river go by.

A friend who visits from time
to time to talk of the old days,

when we were young

and no one but us counted.

When we dared to be lovers.

Without daring to pronounce the word

for fear of seeming soft.

What a bunch of idiots we were then.

"THE GYPSY MAY HAVE
DIED FROM HIS WOUNDS"

"YAN KUQ RELEASED"

I have to leave.

You're safe in the camp.
There are people watching.

You won't be taken by surprise.

I owe a debt. I must pay it.

I'll come back.

Yan Kuq.

What are you doing here?

I heard you were released.

I saw the papers only yesterday.

No one told me you'd been arrested
in my place in Champigny.

I'm sorry.

You needn't be.
The police came there looking for me.

They found out about you afterwards.

I won't keep you much longer,

but I wanted to ask you
about Gene Newman.

I wondered if maybe you could
tell me where he is

He's still in the infirmary in Fresnes.

Jo Amila was killed. You knew that.

Well, then, thanks.

Let's get out of here.

Come in.

You can dry off in the bathroom.

You'll find a robe there.

And there's food in the fridge.

Well.

I really feel strange being here.

It's strange seeing you here

Ever since I saw you, I've been wondering.

Have you any friends
who own a small yacht on the Seine?

Yes. Why do you ask?

You were even playing
with that ball on a stick.

Our hideout was along the river.

There was nothing to do
but look around with binoculars.

Funny coincidence, don't you think?

That was just one of them.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing.

What have you got planned now?

I want to try and get Gene out.
Otherwise it'll be too late.

Don't push your luck too hard, kid.

Coffee?

You've got everything.

You can't have everything.

Good thing, too.

Do you have a place to stay?

I'll figure something out.

You're welcome to stay here, if you wish.

Thanks.

Want something to read?

Sure.

But, uh, have you got one
with pictures... or photographs?

Yan.

I have to go at dawn.

In our business...

things are often over at dawn.

Well, here's the loot

I wasn't joking, gentlemen.

The names again?

Jeannot Rasner.

Simon Durac.

And Yan Kuq.

That incriminates the two of you.
Just one more to go.

Boss, it's almost dawn.

I can't wait to get going.

So you're an early bird, too

It's almost dawn.

Thanks again for everything.

Oh, the pleasure was all mine.

You come with me.

Lucien and Georges, stay here.

- Hell.
- What?

We should have brought
our breakfast.

Aren't you amused?

Damn it.

Cheanault, there.

What do we say, boss? "Police"?

No. Say you're the janitor.

And no shooting, Mareuil,

- Now?
- Hold it.

Okay.

Don't make a move.

Put your hands on your heads.

Over there.

Yan!

It's me. Run for it.

We sealed off the neighborhood.
You'll never make it.

Shut up.

We'll go down in the elevator.

Hmm. I haven't
the same goals as you.

And we've never traveled
together, have we?

You're going to give me
the keys to your car.

You stay with him. Let's go!

Hostages do make things
easier, don't they?

Now back up.

What for?

You heard me. Go on.

Don't kill me.

I'm not a murderer.
Now, open the door.

And run to your buddies for help.

You need the whole army
to take one man in.

The Gypsy! Don't shoot!
The inspector's with him.

Boss. ls that you?

I believe it is.

Hey, do we go, or what?

Okay, we can go.

Where's the inspector?

Everything's okay. Don't worry.

I've waited for this one for quite a while.

- Yes, I'm sure you have.
- Do you mind if I have a look around?

You don't need to be shown the way.
You know it.

Search the place, you guys.

You said you didn't know The Gypsy,
but you hid him here.

He was here by accident.

- We all saw you give your car keys to him.
-At gunpoint.

And was it also by accident
you broke into the jeweler's vault?

If you really want to know,

nothing seems to have
very much importance anymore.

You know, I saw you.

They'll make us live
in the great big houses.

We won't be able
to live outdoors.

You stop them.

Don't you worry.
I will stop them one day.

I want to stay here with you.

Not now.
You've got to go to school.

You'll be free afterward.

Now, go on. I'll see you soon.