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Don't you feel like a trip to Italy?

For Rome it's now or never! - I don't like crowds.

Well, old man... if I had buried a billion in gold near Rome,

I wouldn't wait years to go get it.

I admire your patience.

I'd rather leave here in five years through the main gate

and calmly enjoy my savings. To each their own.

You're talking about a migration for the Holy Year.

A real goldmine for the Vatican.

And what do you care that the Pope is having a good season?

You left the seminary, so you no longer hold shares.

For a conman, an internship with the Jesuits is almost indispensable.

Too bad you didn't continue scamming at the engineering corps.

You didn't stumble by choosing the easy path.

No one is immune to a misstep, you know all about that.

Your failed bank robbery in Lebanon was an organizational hiccup, right?

Sorry sir, a leak above the vaults, that's bad luck.

A plumber, a locksmith and the police,

that's fate, nothing to do with it.

Suppose we mingle with the pilgrims going to Rome.

There he goes again.

With that chaos control goes fast, even mistakes go unnoticed.

Damn it.

Have you thought it through? - Yes, I have thought it through.

First of all, I don't like flying, and besides we must be able to get out of here.

There are only holes in your plan.

Haven't you chosen resignation? With your contacts

outside you can get away easily, right?

I'm too old to do stupid things, you know?

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It had to happen sometime! And it is so.

We catch dangerous types, everyone knows it, and then

we release them for lack of space. Damn it! Yes, goodbye.

Morel's interrogation report. - Ah, yes... We'll look at that after lunch.

Do you remember Loulou, the terror of traffic?

Fresh out of Clairvaux, he ran over two girls.

After raping them, by the way, he blew himself up.

He won't be missed.

What a bygone era, terrible... Finally retired.

Just two years, boss, and you'll see your vegetable garden grow.

I don't see you retiring.

Me neither, the only one cheering is my wife.

With the crooks you've arrested, it's logical she's worried...

They weren't today's idiots, junkies

who shoot just for fun.

But boss, the gangsters of Papa Canelo, Maréchal,

Luntz, Lambert, they were no angels.

Maybe, but they weren't savages!

Sir... Good day, divisional commander sir.

Good day.

Thank you.

Come with me. About Lambert,

I almost beat him six times. He possessed me,

mate, he had brains and guts.

A self-taught man, but much smarter than many a graduate.

The heist in Rimini, the empty van, a masterpiece

by Lambert. I'm sure he hid the money in Italy.

You did catch him, though.

Yes, for the bank robbery in Lebanon. Coincidence, a real joke.

Is he still in Melun? - Yes.

That day he could have made a big score.

Instead of being promoted to divisional commander,

I should have received the cross and honors.

Theoretically you should be three in a cell. You know that.

I prefer being in pairs.

I understand, Mr Max.

But because it didn't click, you refused seven thirds.

They stank and talked in their sleep.

And the deaf-mute? - He was gay.

I'd rather warn you, tomorrow you'll get another one.

You must keep him. - Yes of course...

We already have enough problems as it is.

This morning there was a restless union meeting.

There are too many glaring inequalities, that must change.

Don't worry, it's coming.

The whores camp in churches, the priests in chalk-white blue.

That is progress, Mr Max. It's only the beginning.

I wish I were twenty years younger and could see the rest.

It will be fun, good night, Mr Moreau.

Say Max, aren't you getting a bit conservative?

Well, don't talk nonsense and hurry up. Here.

Guard!

Guard! Damn it!

What's it now? - Haven't you seen the mattresses?

Well! Look, you don't see anything moving, do you? Here.

They look like... - Heteroptera, guard.

I call them bedbugs, Mr Moreau! Hey! Say!

What's going on now? - They have bedbugs, chief.

Bedbugs?

Oh, come on! We haven't had those for years. We'll look at it tomorrow.

- We'll be itching all night. - Get the director.

At dinner.

Do you want it to stay in the room or should we turn the whole cabinet upside down?

Alright, I'll get it.

Too bad this is happening to you, Mr Max.

Well no.

We should have notified disinfection.

There's no one at this hour.

Yes... Alright, we'll change your bedding.

Oh no, there are probably already some crawling on the walls...

That is possible, but before tomorrow we cannot do anything.

Yes, but we are not going to sleep with those beasts.

Listen, Lambert, this is not the Ritz here.

Thank God not, director, it is a real mess, your three stars.

I have never seen a bedbug with such a sharp head, believe me.

Lambert, don't cross the line.

You either, director, because I am going to tell you something.

I know a few journalists who love this kind of anecdotes.

Good. Come then. Let's get out of here.

Put them somewhere else. - We are full, Mr. Director.

Of course with all those judicial errors...

You may go in! Put them in the infirmary until tomorrow.

Hopefully it doesn't smell like ether, I cannot stand it.

Alright, then. Come on, come on.

Is it like this good?

Perfect. If something is missing, we will call you.

Oh! Damn.

No. It is nothing, I thought that... - Would you like me to make it up for you? No!

Ten past half nine.

Have a look in the suitcases.

Clothing.

Clothes.

Look in the other one. - Yes.

There is money in dollars and lire. Give it.

Passports. Here is yours. Lambrechts, born in Mechelen, Belgium.

Mine, Father Roelandts, born in Leuven.

Here are the plane tickets. First class, Monsignor.

The cane... - Lift the bottom.

Your friend is good, he has thought of everything.

Marcel always pays attention to details.

The hat is too much.

Monsignor.

Monsignor. - Monsignor has had a hard day.

You will thank Marcel from me.

Departure to Rome, flight Air Italia 312,

immediate boarding, hall 3, gate number 30.

Are you going to Rome? - Yes, if God wills it.

Safe trip, Monsignor. - Thank you.

Departure to Rome, Air Italia 312,

immediate boarding, hall 3, gate number 30.

Departure to Rome, flight Air Italia 312,

immediate boarding, hall 3, gate number 30.

Yes? - Hello, boss?

Everything is going smoothly. They are boarding. - Come back once they have taken off.

Is the Mercedes alright? Good! Be awake at 6 o'clock. Ciao.

You are here, Monsignor. - I am going to clear the luggage.

Sit by the window, Father, I am afraid of heights.

Do you mind switching seats? He would rather sit here.

Not at all, on the contrary.

A whiskey, please. - Yes, once we have taken off.

Many thanks.

Do you know who is sitting behind us? Rick Smets, winner of the Walloon Arrow.

He would not have won the sprint if Tavernier had not had a flat tire.

Sorry for the mistake, madam, you are in first class.

You cannot sit next to a man without him trying to grope you.

It is time men stop seeing you as prey.

When do they depart? It is 48.

Good evening, duchess. - Good evening.

Good evening, duke.

Sorry for the delay. I cannot even say what happened.

You know, it was my car, my brand new car.

Brand new... the car is completely smashed.

Calm down, darling! Nobody cares about your problems, buy French. Sorry.

By God... - Do you know her?

Of course, she sold the programs at 48 hours in the Winter Velodrome.

She looks good, huh.

When she came by, even if a team had a lap lead,

nobody looked at the track anymore.

And in bed? - Please, Father,

do not confuse animal love with a nice sentimental affair, damn it.

Ah, we are driving. - It took long.

Yes, hello, yes?

Hello, Barbier? This is Lenormand.

Director? - Lambert has escaped.

That is not true! How stupid!

This is a case for the military police, but you know him

better than anyone, you must have an idea...

No idea at all and after all this time

in Melun, I have other matters on my mind!

- Look into it and keep me informed. - Yes.

It never ends, does it? - For me it does, but not for Lambert.

If we catch him, he will mess up again. How stupid!

Oh... Damn! Damn, damn, damn! Oh, damn!

Max? - Madam?

Sorry... But that resemblance is not normal, it is astonishing.

Monsignor Lambrechts, bishop of Mechelen, Belgium.

I knew a Frenchman, younger then though. I had sores...

Appearances are often deceiving. - Indeed.

He was not made to become a priest.

Even less a bishop, by the way, he probably does not remember me.

That would be unforgivable, madam. - His voice is the same too.

All good, Monsignor? - Very good, Father.

Madam had mistaken me for someone else.

That is even more foolish... - Please.

I believe he has been in prison for years.

It must be a heavy ordeal for a man to lose his freedom.

Monsignor, I remind you that you must review the text of the program that

you must record at Vatican Radio: The Church versus the treasure of the Templars.

Yes, that is correct. Sorry, madam.

You must rest, Monsignor.

The Vel d'Hiv has been demolished, the open-air café has

closed its shutters and madam is a duchess.

Yes... That was the good times.

Where are you going? - Take it easy!

Calm... calm.

Jim, get this ready at Charles de Gaulle airport.

George, check the test lighting up there.

Sit down. - If it explodes, everything explodes.

So we all stay calm in our places.

We avoid irritation, then everything goes well.

Are we unlucky, Monsignor?

Paris control, this is Paris control. - Paris control, listening. Go ahead.

Here Air Italia 312, we are being diverted to Tangier.

Urgent request, contact with company representatives.

Where are you taking us?

Kiss each other, enjoy it. You never know.

Always against the innocent, you are cowards, bastards, madmen.

Shut your mouth, bitch, or I'll blow your brains out.

Nobody moves. - He's hooked, that lunatic.

You disguise yourself as a priest, I should have known it would fail.

Paris control to Air Italia 312, relay the demands of the hijackers.

No political demands. Only money, money.

Upon landing in Tangier you give us a million

dollars in worn bills and a fast car.

Listen carefully. At the slightest police attempt to intervene

we will blow up the plane, capito?

It is almost half past midnight. We should have been in Rome in an hour.

We can secretly take the weapons out of the suitcase.

Shall we attack people and cause a disaster?

Not necessarily.

And we can also shoot,

that may look like a cowboy, but not like a bishop.

You must mainly prevent panic and serve drinks.

I go back as a tourist, better that

they continue not knowing what is going on.

Come on, sit down, that's wiser and we forget the incident.

Ah indeed, Monsignor. You decide to come out of your reserve.

The Monsignor wanted to give the children time to realize the seriousness of their act.

Come children, pull yourselves together. Get yourselves together.

Sit down! And calm.

The pastor has perfectly translated my thought, so lay

down your weapons, this is an undertaking above you.

No Monsignor, I will use them.

You are not afraid of death, neither am I. Only God determines the moment.

For now we still decide. Sit down.

Since you do not listen to reason, I tell you something.

You have too big an appetite for your stomach,

you will have to eat pasta.

Monsignor...

God forgive me, pastor, but that child irritated me.

Nobody moves.

A hole in the fuselage and we are all dead.

Did you see that bastard? - Enough!

Let him die!

In your interest you better not do that.

He's bleeding a lot, a tourniquet must be applied.

Yes, Monsignor was a medic with the commandos.

That's a detail. - I am a doctor, okay?

Do you have a first aid kit? - Yes, of course.

Everyone to their place! To your positions.

Go!

Get a blanket.

Monsignor did excellently.

I do not like flying, but in a suicide action with

kamikazes you have ended up in a strange situation.

I have applied a tourniquet, but it must not stay on as long.

He must urgently be operated on. Your choice.

I will consult Giuseppe, you stay calm.

We are not barbarians, we will let the injured

and most passengers disembark in Marseille.

Well, that's just what we needed!

There is an injured person on board. Call an ambulance.

I will explain the situation to them.

We land at the end of the runway, and it must be well lit there.

We want nothing within 100 meters of the plane, especially no police.

Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts and stop smoking.

We must make a technical stop in Marseille.

Please disembark calmly via the designated slides.

Take it easy. - Fasten your seatbelt.

Is it a problem to let the staff in economy class disembark?

Okay, we keep two stewardesses, that's enough.

I can stay in their place. - No, we prefer to keep the ladies.

Get lost, hero.

You two, there.

The TV guys are missing nothing, especially the ladies on the slide.

Yes, but they can also take photos

with their telephoto lens, watch out.

It will be full of agents.

Yes, hopefully they don't do anything stupid.

We do not want to deprive the church of people like you.

You may disembark, also the pastor.

Thank you for the thought, my child,

but as long as people are in danger on this plane, our place is here.

I want to believe that the demon of evil that lives in you can still be driven out.

Rather release the nun and the child. - As you wish.

You may go down with the child.

Come, little one.

God protect you, Monsignor, you too, Mr Abbot.

You too.

Goodbye, miss.

And you too.

Why would I get preferential treatment? Because I am a woman?

If you want, go ahead.

From a woman I find that even more humiliating.

Put away your banner, dear madam, we ask you to leave

and not to lecture us about gender equality.

Of course you are a luxury object: submissive, obedient, a lapdog.

The master is often the slave of the dog.

That is absurd! - Less than your theories.

Or you simply do not like men.

Are you insinuating that I am a lesbian?

No, only a virgin and a martyr. That explains your aggression.

Oh come on! She is crazy, what is wrong with her?

Stop that nonsense. Come down!

You are getting your face properly beaten, duchess of my ass!

Do not use your limitations as a flag.

What kind of bitch is that?

She is angry because she cannot be fucked! Goddamn! It is getting exhausting.

A century of prostitution is enough! I am sick of boys!

For a woman it is just a sex toy!

And the way she uses it.

To feed her soul!

Yours, dear madam, would starve to death!

Darling, you are amazing! A breathtaking wonder.

Sorry, Monsignor. I got carried away with my language for a moment.

I heard nothing, dear madam, I had just fallen asleep for a moment.

The duke will not make it through the winter. Your friend has a fiery character.

She has always had that.

Shut the flap. OK, valve closed.

Destination: Tangier. Request permission to taxi and take off.

Air Italia 312, takeoff runway 22, wind 270, 15 knots.

Stay in contact with Marseille, control on frequency 121.3.

Roger.

Go through the list of prison visits.

Lambert and Bizet this last quarter is not long.

That is explainable, Lambert, most friends have fallen or are no longer active.

So, checks, barriers, nothing new?

No, he may have hidden before the measures came into force.

If he waited so long before leaving, it must have

been a good moment and his back was covered.

Because believe me, that old man is no fool.

At his age, getting into trouble again...

He could have waited two more years and given me peace.

The criminal is like wild game that migrates at night.

Check immediately what those guys did between 10 and midnight.

I will get to work, boss.

An hour and a half.

In Rome two clergymen get into a taxi

that takes them to a fishing village.

The moon weakly illuminates the contours of

an isolated chapel in a small rectory garden.

The air smells of thyme and marjoram.

At the foot of a lemon tree the two abbots bend down and start digging.

Then suddenly...

Suddenly they wake up in Tangier.

The lemon tree keeps its secret and dark clouds appear on the horizon.

Would you like something to drink? - What time do we arrive in Tangier?

Around 3 o'clock, I think. - Thank you.

Good. Try to sleep now.

If you keep dreaming, at the lemon tree,

remember that you must find a shovel to dig.

Are you done checking? They all have a rock-solid alibi, right?

Apparently so. - Is everyone back?

Except Maillard, he is with the restaurateur of Montrouge,

one of the last who visited Lambert.

Here, inspector. My small stock until Monday.

And did you buy that yesterday evening in Rungis?

Yes.

Here. Toll receipt with date and time.

No, I did not expect your visit. But my wife is very suspicious.

So that ticket is to prove to her that I did not go out partying.

I will ask the stewardess to make coffee.

May I have a cup?

Certainly, Father Abbot. I will also make coffee for the crew.

It is true, you get stiff from sitting still, I

do not know what I have, I cannot sleep.

Sorry, my father. We had to disembark in Marseille.

That would have been cowardly. We are not the type who give up, you know!

Go bring a cup to my friend, I will take care of the crew.

Do you want me to help?

All good? Tutto bene?

What a joke! They will never get away with it.

One million dollars. That is a demand, but to actually get it!

I would be surprised if the company has one million dollars.

What did you say?

You may get the money, but you will not have time to spend it.

That is none of our business.

Here, drink that before it gets cold.

No, do not be afraid, my child. I do not want to harm you, on the contrary.

Let us sit over there.

If it is another moral lesson, it is pointless.

Why this stubbornness to want to go to Tangier?

For personal reasons.

Listen, my child, I have prayed for you. The Lord has enlightened me.

Tangier will be your fate.

And the heaven of Rome would be milder.

Too late.

It is never too late to return to God.

Is it impossible that such a beautiful face hides such a dark soul?

No question of going back to Italy.

Let me bring you to peace, my child.

This body, so gracefully shaped by the Creator.

Must not disappear under a rain of bullets, even at dawn.

Go away, Satan.

Leave Tangier. Your salvation lies in Rome.

Where are you going? - Wherever I want.

Calm down, my child. Calm down.

First of all, I no longer believe in God. And priests can piss off!

What you must have suffered, girl.

The priest!

I know it is even more beautiful when it is useless,

but Christian charity robs you of your sleep.

Monseigneur, I...

You had a missionary spirit, priest. - Well, I did my best.

What did you hope to achieve by playing it tough? Take his grenade away?

Actually she is a lost girl, with

an alcoholic father and a mother who cleans.

Because you also believe in that kind of thing?

One minute longer, and she would have let you leave

and we would have been diverted to Tokyo, yes.

Air Italia 312, Tangier control here. - Tangier control, I'm listening, speak.

We are still being diverted. We request landing instructions.

Altitude: 12,000 feet. Speed: 220 knots. No wind. Over.

Let them land at the planned location and tell them I want to speak to them.

An office is at your disposal, with a direct line to the aircraft.

Mr Consul, as a representative of the company, I remind you

that this aircraft is worth 40 billion lire. Be careful.

What is unclear about that guy? Does he have a criminal record?

No, but his brother does. - Ah, show me.

He has been keeping quiet for a while. He is a private chauffeur.

Where? - For a property developer.

What is his name? - Scandini. Marcel Scandini.

Hey, Marcel from Nice.

Do you know him? - Oh, I know Marcel.

He is a close friend of Lambert. They committed fraud together.

He also knew me; now he is an impeccable man without fear.

He is respected! Better still, a benefactor.

A little for hospitals, a spoon for

the church and a shovel for elections.

A true municipal sponsor. - Would he have taken the risk?

As Lambert would have done for him.

Morel, take a car, hide at the

foot of the building, warn me if anything happens.

Okay.

We do it carefully, given the reputation of that man?

Maybe it's the chance to turn the tables on him, the 'arroseur arrosé'.

That has always made me laugh!

Okay! Do you have the money? Is the car ready?

Not yet. At this hour you have to be a little patient.

The banks are closed. You're asking for a large amount.

Well! - They are trying to buy time.

They must have a hidden reason. - Pass it on.

Do you hear me? - Yes, speak.

We give you one hour, no more.

Europe 1.

André Dumas, flight 312 of Air Italia,

departed last night from Orly to Rome, has been diverted to Tangier.

Negotiations are dragging on between authorities and the hijackers.

They are extremely nervous, and the worst seems yet to come.

Emergency line, Europe 1, it is 5:07.

Are you sure it's their plane? - Sure, they gave the flight number.

Those stupid hijackers, if only we could have killed more of them.

Go to Orly, they must have fresh news there, keep me updated.

Yes? Is the driver alone in the car? Don't lose him and don't show yourself.

Isn't the license plate 92? But he lives in Neuilly!

Yes, I'm listening, give the number.

And call me back as soon as you have news.

Le Guellec, check that against the registration documents.

I'll call you back.

This is becoming unbearable, can't you do anything?

Sorry, the air conditioning is no longer working.

But why are they waiting to shoot us?

They don't care about us, they are comfortably cool.

Don't get restless, then you'll feel less hot.

I wonder, how do you do it, not sweating?

Of course, my dear, my family's motto is: stay calm in adversity.

And now it's a sauna. You're making me go through everything.

It's not that hot. - For a man from Tourcoing it is.

Have you noted the ticket numbers?

Yes, Mr Consul. Signature, please.

Thank you.

Good. The car is ready, we have the money.

Let's settle it quickly, they are getting irritated.

Make them wait a bit longer. - Your game has gone on long enough.

Either you put the money in the car with an unarmed man,

or your plane will explode with everything in it.

The bank is still gathering the amount. Please be patient.

Why lie? You have the money, the car is there, what are you hoping for?

Consul, the shooters are ready. - Are you not going to attack?

Due to heat and nerves they will quickly become exhausted and harmless.

What condition are the passengers in? - We are waiting for your answer.

You will get everything shortly. The police will let you go.

Do nothing stupid. Trust us.

If you do not deliver within fifteen minutes,

we will randomly shoot a passenger.

You heard it. You now know the price of your decision?

Words. They are trying to scare us. Nothing more.

If they do that, it will cost you your career,

mine as well, and a fortune for the company.

Mr Consul, I appeal to your humanity.

We have shown a great deal of patience and goodwill.

You must agree with that, right?

But these gentlemen are making fools of us. We warned them.

What we are now forced to do,

she bears full responsibility.

Chance will pick one of you.

Hopefully the women are included too? Our eccentric lady attached great importance to that.

The risks are the same for everyone.

You mean you're going to execute one of us?

You're crazy, boys. Just slip away,

that's best, but you can see they're going off the rails.

If I win the trip, I want to confess first.

Me too.

Me too. Me too.

Alright, enough! This is all stalling. Don't you understand?

In such a moment one should make peace with the Lord.

You cannot deny them that.

Fine, but do it quickly.

Not all at once, brothers, the priest

will hear your confessions. Please, father.

Come on, yes, go ahead.

May I?

I am listening.

I would rather confide in you, Monsignor.

Don't be such a snob, child.

Before the Lord, the blessing of a priest is worth just as much as that of a bishop.

Perhaps the bishop is not closer to God,

but I think he is closer to me.

Do you think so?

Would you prefer to be alone, Monsignor? The crew

is in the bar. There is still tourist class or the mass!

The mass is more intimate, isn't it, Monsignor?

I do think that is better. - Follow me.

You admit to having sinned, child? - Yes, father.

Against what have you sinned?

Mostly against the flesh. Sometimes I have thoughts I am ashamed of.

Tell me everything, my daughter, and leave nothing out.

Take me, father, for I have sinned.

Oh yes! Enough to block a confessional for a week.

What do you want?

To let those three fools play with our nerves, you must have changed.

Not you, you're still so beautiful, girl, and just as crazy.

Do you think I am sitting here disguised as a virtuoso with holy water?

You're in hiding and don't want to stand out.

Exactly.

What are you looking for?

A piece of sausage and a sip of white wine, because I'm hungry.

Emotions have never taken away your appetite!

Hey, that tendon sticking out of the hat,

are you just going to let yourself be shot? - We're not there yet!

God, did you hear that? - That proves he bears no grudge.

Not so much me, a bishop with that in his nose stands out.

Want some? - A small piece.

It's true, with your duke you must be running on whisky.

Hey, that guy looks good, a nice ending to your career.

He's a gentleman, he courted me for three months before sleeping with me.

Ah, those English are patient and persistent, just look at 1940.

Is it almost over, Monsignor?

Please, at least respect the secrecy of confession.

Upon arrival of Paris-Brussels the inspector

had me urinate in a glass, and...

The test was positive. I said it was only once.

Because I had taken pills for the enzymes of my Rossi.

I don't understand, but tell me the truth:

Did you deprive a comrade of victory?

Yes.

I'm fed up with this nonsense. Make your decision.

Or I'll shoot randomly!

But not here, okay! There.

You see Max, it was written: even

separated, we may die together.

What fate indeed!

I never thought that, just as little as I thought you'd become a duchess!

And you in prison!

Yes, that's a predictable advantage, that's why

I did not go back home.

Didn't it occur to you that your departure completely upset me?

I thought you left me because you were restless.

Because I loved you, Max.

I thought it was the first and last time.

Too bad I'm too old to keep playing.

Old folks like you!

For a woman who smells the quality of pre-war times, it's still worth it.

Is that me? - Yes.

Alright, now we must break up the performance of the three idiots.

I really have no luck, just like in the lottery.

Shall we go?

Hurry up and get out of here.

This gentleman will sit down, and I will get the money, young man!

And why? Why would you do that?

Because I also think it has gone on long enough.

He's trying to trick us, I'm sure of it.

Quiet!

Swear by Christ not to betray us. - You have nothing to fear.

Judas hanged himself and suicide is forbidden by the Church.

Monsignor, do you not fear that this mission involves some risks?

As our Muslim brothers would say, Father, Mektoub.

You, back in your place.

I'd rather go outside, I'll warn the control tower.

Hello, Mr. Consul?

I’m listening. - We’re sending an envoy, the bishop.

Have a gangway brought so he can disembark.

It goes without saying that peaceful collaborators are better

than seekers of justice... end!

The door.

The Mercedes is from a rental company, that’s interesting, right?

If Scandini transported Lambert, it would have been better not to be in his car in case of a breakdown.

But apparently there was no breakdown.

The driver is circling around, as if he is waiting.

Lambert was more focused on leaving than arriving.

Look up Scandini’s number in the phone book.

Are you going to wake him? - Well, he’ll fall back asleep right away.

Commissioner Barbier, still up so early, Chief Superintendent?

You are up early as well.

Sorry for my curiosity, why did you rent a Mercedes?

Since when is that forbidden by law?

The car is for maintenance, and I have to go to the South of France.

Well, your driver clearly is sleep-deprived.

What did you have him do at Orly in the middle of the night?

You didn’t know, of course!

I turn a blind eye to his little trips.

It’s getting harder and harder to find good staff.

Alright, Scandini, shall we stop with the formalities.

And talk like men, like in the old days.

You helped Lambert escape.

That could be damaging for your Legion of Honour.

Escaped, sir, yes, yes. - No!

You didn’t know that either!

But that’s insane, he’ll surely be caught.

Why do you think I knew?

A kind of mind transfer, imagine that.

Given your old friendship.

Have your home disinfected, in case there are bedbugs!

Sorry, but you are talking nonsense,

Mr. Barbier, it’s time you go and rest.

Men.

Monseigneur, my respects, I represent

the company. The consul of Rome.

I am glad, Monseigneur, to know you safe here.

I would like to say the same about my companions.

I have tried in vain to persuade Consul Giordano

not to use force.

Oh, so that is thanks to you?

Sit down, Monseigneur.

No, thank you. I promised to bring the money. Do you have it?

Not yet, let me. - Monseigneur, the money is available.

Mr. Consul, causing a massacre

to satisfy his vanity, I despise that.

The current attitude of the clergy leads to strange compromises.

Do you find it normal to fraternize with criminals?

No, sir, not with those.

Criminals of the old school, and I have known many.

Would not have stained themselves with such methods.

They are real, Monseigneur.

I doubt a bishop can distinguish fake from real.

Oh my God! You cannot imagine what counterfeit money is in collections.

Do you want to count that too?

That would be boring, sir! I trust you. Where is the car?

This way. Follow me, Monseigneur.

But first connect me to the plane, please!

Hello, Monseigneur Lambrecht here, everything is

arranged, I am coming with the money and the car.

Thanks on behalf of the company, Monseigneur, thanks!

Quick, take that. - Thank you.

He is coming, he has the money! - See, we could trust him.

It’s correct, they are real, so don’t waste time, miss.

Can we go?

Come on, let’s go! - No, stop that.

Quick! - Come with me!

Well done, Monseigneur. Deo gratias. - As you say, abbot.

That bastard!

Well done, old man, I take back what I said, you should have won the Tour.

Exactly.

I will kill you, bastard!

You swore on Christ! You are a filthy bastard!

You will regret what you just said, miss.

If they take the money from us, I’ll blow everything up!

Alright, then I have another solution: I’m coming along.

Say the fire is to be stopped and above all, thank the consul for me.

Abbot, my luggage.

Do you know what kind of publicity this gives us, all of it?

You are a madman, a murderer, a maniac!

Please! - Proof!

Well! Now you are tossing a bishop’s skin heads or tails.

Go, go.

Police! Step on it!

Speed up! - They are faster than us.

Calm. In the alleys of the harbor we will lose them easily.

Do you know the area? - Yes.

I traveled a lot in my youth.

We shook them off!

We are entering the red-light district, they won’t look for us there!

For a priest, you go to strange places.

Alright, turn left. And immediately turn right.

Your gun. Come on, give it. You too, give it to me. And get out.

No, not the money, I take care of the poor.

You were the mastermind. Do you understand now? Idiot.

And we could trust him... Well done.

So, are you anti-gang?

Please, do not add vulgarity to incompetence.

You are damaging a profession that is already heavily burdened.

You have the old harbor behind you, you'll manage.

No agent either. But who should we thank then?

The Pope! And get lost quickly before I hit you.

Have they released you? - See?

They ran off with the money, in which direction?

They are children. God will judge their punishment.

It's getting late for everyone.

Especially for me. I stayed open because of the hijacking.

Watch out, it won't be pleasant for anyone who has someone on the plane.

You never know how their nonsense ends.

Do you think they can blow up the plane?

That has happened before. Do you have family or friends on board?

In a way, yes.

It's official, just confirmed.

Any casualties? - Everyone is okay.

Any casualties? - No, there are no casualties.

The plane will depart for Rome soon.

Excuse me, miss... miss.

Hello... It's okay sir, no injuries. They are returning to Rome.

Did you speak with that man who was just here?

Is that your business? - Police.

What do you want to know? - What he was doing here?

He had three drinks, chatted up the stewardesses, and I

asked him if he knew anyone in the hijacked plane.

And then? - He said: In a way, yes.

Thank you.

Hello, Commissioner Barbier speaking. - Boss, I think I have news.

The driver told the bartender that he knew someone in the plane.

A hijacking? Not my business, I have other things to do than listen to the radio.

No, forget it. Come here quickly.

Guys, get to work on that.

Check the identity of passengers older than

60 years who boarded last night at Orly West

on Air Italia 312 to Rome.

Thank you for waiting for me. - We were worried about you.

Everything is fine, child. - Goodbye. God bless you.

I'll help you. - No, no, it's not heavy.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Monsignor, you saved our lives.

On behalf of myself, the passengers and the crew, Mr. Archbishop...

Not yet, son, unless a surprise awaits in Rome.

I hope it is not unpleasant. - I entrust you with my luggage, priest.

Yes, fine... Thank you.

Good! I just called the Diocese of Leuven. Monsignor

Lambrecht died two years ago, he was a priest.

Roelandts is alive, but is in bed with viral hepatitis.

The bishop! Oh damn! That's great!

The Italian consulate in Tangier, hurry.

Monsignor Lambrecht?

Well! About 1m75, white hair, light blue eyes.

Thank you, Mr. Consul, goodbye.

We have him, guys. Only at the stairs

grab him. Alert Interpol Rome. Commissioner Mazzola.

I don't want to miss this.

Dangerous decisions. - I don't care.

There will be damage.

Bad luck for him. I'm not the one who forced him to flee.

Ciao. Bad luck for your client. Without this detour tonight he would be far away.

He must be angry. He will want to take his anger out on someone.

So, because I know that bird, I preferred to come myself.

Ah, Monsignor! Before we land in Rome,

we want to thank you for everything you have done for us.

Let's forget this incident.

Thank you. Say, are you managing okay?

Yes, very easy. It is much simpler than it seems.

Still far from the air mail service, huh!

Would you like to sit at the controls? - Ah, no.

It will only take a minute. - No, thank you.

With this technical marvel, does the monsignor feel completely at ease?

Priest! You know, I am never at ease.

Ah, for me. Excuse me.

Control tower, this is Air Italia 312, we are listening.

Well, we are leaving you, gentlemen.

Air Italia 312, message from the police. Commissioner Mazzola here.

After the passengers disembark,

try to keep Monsignor Lambrecht and priest Roelandts on board.

They are two ex-convicts, escaped from prison.

Be careful, these men are dangerous.

Sorry gentlemen. I disapprove of this method, but

it has proven its value and we have no choice.

Give me the microphone. - What should I do, land?

Ah! Yes! We have had enough trouble to get here.

Hello. This is Lambert. Commissioner Mazzola?

Yes. Are you in the cockpit?

Okay, we land as planned, but no one

boards, especially no police, right!

And after that?

After that we let the passengers disembark, but we keep the crew,

the two of us will handle it peacefully or continue the flight.

It's me, Barbier.

Ah, Division Chief! I thought you were retired!

I didn't want to get you into trouble, you know.

Come on Max, be sensible, go down with your friend, don't look for trouble.

No, Division Chief.

We wait until you decide.

Because I warn you, you will never get peace here. Understood?

Apparently we don't speak the same language, give me Barbier back.

Officially he has no authority here.

I have the authority to the plane to...

They're set to blow, the guys have got everything ready.

Lambert. Are you going crazy from that hacker attack, that you

got such an idea to try it?

Come on, sort it out with Mazzola.

No, I want to talk to you, just you.

So I'll give you a signal after the passengers leave.

You are always welcome at Werling's manor house, Bishop.

Thank you. - I'll give him the address.

Aren't you getting out, Your Excellency? - Later.

Where is the priest? - He's busy.

What are you hiding from me? Why are you staying here?

We're finishing setting up camp with the crew.

Can I help? - Finish setting up camp?

Oh, Max...

If you really want to do me a favor, piss off.

You've always been a loner, after all.

Maybe it's better this way, who can say.

All the passengers are off the plane.

Fine. Wait for orders.

Hello, control tower? Commissioner Barbier?

I'm listening.

The Bishop will receive you, division commander.

Please don't try to bypass us.

The crew would suffer the consequences. To our regret, because they're charming.

Let's go.

I could get him. - Put your weapon away.

Unbelievable, have you gone crazy or something?

Instead of enjoying a quiet retirement, you're diving back

into trouble, like a carefree schoolboy.

Taking flight, that just came out of nowhere.

What do you want? Old people need sun.

As a senile old man, I've seen worse.

You're the Father Hugo type, a restless old man.

Sit down, division commander.

First I want to know how you found us.

Rest assured, Scandini didn't betray you.

What is Scandini doing here anyway?

Let's not wander off into anecdotes, okay?

What do you expect from me?

You set Interpol on our heels,

so only you can sort this out, right?

The escape was expensive enough already.

Threatening a plane and

taking the crew hostage, that's really expensive.

Given our services, one expected more than ingratitude.

Maybe that explains your bad mood.

You're not going to think you're a benefactor, are you?

Yes! I'll explain it. First, we took out the three bastards.

We saved the lives of the passengers and an elite crew.

That you're threatening to kill? - Yes, whose fault is that?

Second: We're bringing back a brand-new Boeing, whose value you know.

And you want to blow it up. - Yes. If we must.

There's another surprise. We're not trading this for a pair of handcuffs.

No! For what then? - For beauty and sponge.

Do you also want the Legion of Honour? - Why not?

Listen, Lambert, explosions aren't your style.

No, the seminarian and I, we don't want to go back to prison. Your turn.

I can't do anything here!

Now everything depends on the Italians. - Good!

If they get their money back, won't your Italians be happy about that?

I thought you weren't the kind of man who

would let the guys who trashed your hut get away with it.

Run off with a pile of dollars. You haven't changed.

I have. Because before, I would have kept that money.

Mazzola, Barbier here. - Yes, I'm listening.

Come to me, unarmed. - On my way.

Wait for me here.

The division commander is waiting for you at the bar.

I'm not retired yet. I'm in danger.

Would you rather the plane explode?

Listen, do you want to stop him and then

let him go? You don't know what you want.

Know that he's bothering me just as much as you are.

For years, even.

But taking risks for a seventy-year-old

criminal who wasn't even that bad,

is a bad move.

A million dollars is enough.

Wait a minute!

Here. - Damn it!

Yeah... he's letting it go. You could have accidentally found it again.

You'll think of something. That's good for your career.

It's time you retired. You're getting too sentimental.

Since my honeymoon in Venice, don't you understand that?

Gate A at customs isn't guarded.

There's a taxi stand opposite.

Ciao. - Ciao.

You can let these gentlemen go home.

Do you agree with Max?

If the division commander gives his word, no problem.

You've got it. - Sorry.

Don't catch a cold now. Take care of yourself.

Do you think it was right to escape, despite the hijacking?

Maybe, but with Air France we wouldn't have had those problems.

You're chauvinistic! It was your friend

who arranged the tickets, the one who likes details.

He couldn't have foreseen it, right?

But it's not there! - The San Lazzaro chapel is there.

Tell him he's mistaken, it's not there! Mine was

much smaller and much older too. There was a garden around it.

He says it is not San Lazzaro.

How so? I know all the churches of Europe...

But what a stubborn one, he keeps saying it is not that one!

He says it's not that one!

Damn it, you're stubborn too! - Calm down.

And those houses weren't there yet either! - No idea.

Well! I'm telling you! - Okay then!

There must be an explanation, damn it...

Your hat. - Which hat?

Your hat, you're in church! - Okay!

Good day. - Can I help you, Monsignor?

Do you speak French, sir? - Yes, Monsignor.

Is this the chapel San Lazzaro? - Yes, Monsignor.

There was a garden with a lemon tree. - Blown over by lightning.

One clap of thunder, one lightning flash.

Should we not see God's will in this strange storm?

Divine providence? It really was the miraculous tree.

Among its entangled roots, gold,

a fabulous treasure. With this unexpected gift

we have built our new chapel.

No, damn it, I've already given enough!

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