All language subtitles for Paris.Police.1900.S01E04

Stop! Fool! He will see!

Found!

- Stop! Well, stop!
- You won't catch up!

Wait! Wait!

But you can't catch up!

And here I will catch up!

Went to the market, tenderloin went
up to three francs a pound.

When are you going to the butchers again?

Lord,
in the morning you are simply impossible.

Wait! Police!

Gotcha, dirty anarchist!

Hey!

Don't you dare touch him, you hear!

And not that ...

PARIS POLICE 1900

Stretch the arms:

174 and 6.

Bust:

41 and 1.

Head height: 18 and 6.

Head width:

14 and 1.

Right ear:

6 and 6.

Left foot: 25.

Up to a millimeter, Burnazel.

The main thing in Bertillonage is accuracy.

Left foot: 25 and 2.

Professor?

Good God!

Jews sponsor anarchy!

Vandals - in the service of Rothschild!

We have proof!

Buy Anitjuif!

Jews sponsor anarchy!

My wife went
to a charity event.

And she did not return.

Shall we start looking, monsieur?

Could you do this personally?

Not attracting attention.

Prefect Lepin's office.

How can I help?

This is Professor Bertillon.

Something urgent.

I'm listening.

Yes, such a thing ...

Monsieur ...

You see, we have here ...

... a minor incident.

Pulse and breathing are even.

Of course, you will need to call a doctor.

But now the main thing is peace.

I went to that artist,
Adolphe Steinheil,

order him your portrait.

He was not home.

We talked with his wife.
Sweet lady.

Your drugs again?

Which ones?

Heroin.

I closed my eyes and ...

And I woke up in hell.

I don't remember anything else.

Have you ordered a portrait?

She said I would talk to you.

I do not have them. No syringe,
no ampoules. I lost them.

I can hope

that you won't do anything stupid
any time soon ?

Or dangerous.

We'll talk more.

In the evening.

No, heroin is not dangerous.

Excellent pain reliever.

Does not cause amnesia. Right...

The main thing here is moderation.

Like opium and alcohol.

If you quit, everything ...

... may end sadly.

A patrolman found her.

On the rue Saint Denis.

She refused to give her name.

He decided that she was a prostitute.

She spent four hours at the station.

We didn't recognize her.

I vouch for my assistants.

They won't tell anyone. Never.

I tell you,
it really was Madame Lepine!

How drunk podzabornaya!

Seriously, you should have seen!

All in rags, dirty, crumpled!

I can imagine how her husband was delighted.

I suppose it was on sale for five francs.

Five francs is not so little.
But for the prefect's wife ...

And what, I would not mind!

What's not averse?

No photos?

I thought you were capable of more.

Monsieur Prefect.

What are you obliged to visit?

I gave you directions yesterday.

Cochefert is waiting for you.

I was just about to visit you.

"Anitjuif" just came out &, all of
Paris is already on the ears.

I was told
about the riots in La Villette.

Pogroms. Attacks.

The Jews.

Send reinforcements to
the 19th arrondissement.

A hundred people.

I hope their presence
will be sufficient.

Delay only in case of attacks.

Showcases can be replaced.

Monsieur ...

Sorry for asking,
but how is your spouse?

You will soon find out
from the newspapers.

I cleaned the workshop, madam.

Are you still unwell?

There is money on the dresser.

Take it and go to the post office.

Send a telegram to Melun.
The address is written there. This is my mom.

And the message is for the husband.

What to write, madam?

Two words.

"Don't come back."

I've seen killers who looked
better than you, Inspector.

I don't sleep well.

I wonder why.

Well...

Emile Terray, full report.

In my opinion, he didn't kill the Swallow.
And he didn't kill himself either.

He was framed.

I think it was a chimney sweep.

Do you agree?

Apparently, Swallow was
blackmailing some rich man.

And Mimil wanted to protect her.

She had the key to the killer's house.
She gave it to Mimil.

I think Mimil recognized the rich man
and was frightened.

Mimil is strong.

But not a madman.

He threw Swallow. And he didn't go.

He was so scared that
he wanted to leave the city.

He gave me the key, and
I promised to pay him for the address .

So.

What do you say about this?

Not bad.

But we did not get to the most difficult part.

You are late.

I went to the post office to send a letter
to Josephine Berger's mother.

In the morning he was sent to Alsace.
What is he doing here?

Inspector Fierci is
helping the investigation.

Which is very helpful.

...He knew both victims.
- Sure.

Always happy to help.

And I thought
Pubaro always spoke for you.

We can go to YOU.
I've even been to your house.

Enough!

Two victims.

Two killers.

One of them is an amateur, a rich man.

And a professional, chimney sweep.

My hypothesis:

the first hired the second.

And now I'm worried about the second.

Did you visit him?

Gustave Perto, merchant.

I saw him at Josephine's.
He settled in her room.

Was there when I questioned Dorne.
He may have heard.

What is trading?

Medical devices.

One minute.

- You are already ?!
- Police.

Shut your mouth!

Cover yourself, madam.

Madame Dorne, what are you doing here?

I work here.

Sister!

Eugenie! What's happening?

This is her husband.

Clear.

We are looking for Gustave Perto.

A merchant? He moved out.

Immediately after your visit.

He did not leave the address.

We saw him with them.

You can compose a portrait.

What Inspector Fiercy &
the Countess de Vaudois did

it is a crime! They will answer for it.

Alas,

the court does not threaten them -
not with our justice.

No. Madame Lepine will not survive this.

Yes.

Your report, madam.

You have been cleared of charges.

You have atoned for your guilt by
talking about your accomplices.

- Sign here.
- What is the report?

For personal archives.

Deadly Tongue.

I won't sign this.

In any case, there will be a report.

Yours is fuller than that of the countess.

And less dangerous.

Sign it.

Let's go back to the anti-Semites
from Rue Chabrol.

You need to hurry them up.

This is for you, madam.

Read on. Study.

Enough.

Enough.

You introduced me to the Guerins, but why?
I didn't say anything new.

You knew everything.

I do not spy, I help them.

Rub in trust.

The information I share is
harmful to people.

Berry committed suicide.

And Rothschild's lawyer?
What will happen to him?

You don't "TELLl", madam.

And you sell.

Why is this all?

Are you against them or for them?

Who cares?

- You still get paid.
- How much?

I've had enough, I want to know!

Patience, Madame Steinheil, -

here is the guarantee of survival.

Yours seems to have burst.

Tell your husband
to come back with your daughter.

Your mother's is not
safer than here.

Read it.

Study.

The eyes are set closer.

And the bags underneath.

The eyebrows are not as wide.

The nose is longer.

With a hump.

What hump, are you blind?

Don't be rude to your wife.

Bertillon.

Measure me.

You measured my wife.

My turn.

Sorry.

I beg you.

Is there Inspector Jouin among you?

- Yes. It's me.
- They call you from Weidman.

So, gentlemen, you heard the prefect.

Please continue.

Let's get down to business!

I would like to measure you personally.

I'll be honored.

Jeanne, is that you? It's me, Antoine.

I can't stop thinking about you.
Will we meet?

Inspector. This is Weidman.

I appreciate your impulse,
but that's not why I'm calling.

Mademoiselle Chauvin told you
yesterday about a check.

Now I understand why.

And I very much ask you
not to tell anyone else.

This story gave us trouble even
w/o the involvement of the police .

And I am afraid that everything
will end in pogroms.

Can I count on you?

I want to talk to Jeanne.

- Can I count on you?
- Yes. Call Jeanne.

Tell him to come here tonight.

Mademoiselle Chauvin asks you
to stop by tonight.

They will leave.

They will get bored and leave.

- I can bring help.
- No.

You have to go, through the back door.

Sebastian will show you.

And you?

I'm not afraid.

A policeman will come after me.

Jews! Anarchy!

Jews! Anarchy!

Jews! Anarchy!

Jews! Anarchy!

Right ear:

7 and 9.

Skull width:

15 and 5.

I'm quick, Monsieur Prefect.

- Left ear ...
- Have you read "Anitjuif"?

- ... 7 and 7.
- Like everyone else in the city.

Guerin received this information
illegally.

An armed attack on a Jew,
I am a witness to that.

Jaw:

10. Exactly.

We made a portrait of him.

Our chimney sweep.

And Jouin?

He was talking about sth with the prefect.
They left together.

He was going to go to court
about the Josephine case.

That's it for today, Inspector.
Get some sleep.

My boy.

A neighbor who has a slut wife?

Maybe this is it?

A banal story of
adultery between neighbors.

Not sure.

It doesn't fit the description.
Perfectly.

You owe me a favor.

For your mistake with Madame Lepine.

And much more.

You're smart.

And the memory is good.

You yourself know why else.

Yes.

I know.

I'll be completely honest with you.

The prefect wants our blood.

Our career is at stake.

Or maybe not only her.

Do you trust me?

Of course.

Neighbour.

Shake it well.

This is definitely him.

Any news from La Villette?

The situation is under control.

30 arrested.

Let me guess.

10 vandals and 20 Jews?

Order has been restored.

I want you to call
Weidmann from the rue Flanders,

tomorrow at ten.

Good.

That's all.

The cops don't like Jews, monsieur.

Goodnight.

Did you see what is written at the entrance?

All over the block like that.
We will wash everything.

What I was talking about ...

Didn't you spill it out?

I would have come earlier.

But I had to go to court.

I found the records of the trial
of Josephine Berger.

She was a servant, accused
of stealing handkerchiefs.

Two years at Saint-Lazare,
where she gave birth.

According to her, her employer is
also the father of her son.

Gabriel Sabran de Ponteves.

Do you know who these Sabrans are?

Apparently you know more.

Three years ago

Dreyfus was serving his sentence
on Devil's Island.

Chaos in France.

A German spy in our army.

Besides, a Jew.

Drumont published a pamphlet:
"Jewish France".

The people demand more.

And then there's this rotten meat.

Two Jews from La Villette were accused
of selling tainted meat to the army.

And out of nowhere

these two crooks.

The Guerin brothers.

In the meantime,
Drumont's business is flourishing.

"Death to the Jews. Dirty traitors".

"They're poisoning our soldiers."

Weidmann defended those two merchants.
They were acquitted.

But the army changed its supplier.

Conclusion: Jews are guilty, but protected.

Ev/one is shouting about a conspiracy,
but the question is different.

Who will feed our army?

The market was taken over by Count Sabran.

He was rich. And he became even richer.

Guernans play into this.

They began to persecute Jews.

A league was created.

The butchers of La Villette were recruited.

Money flowed like a river.
Jules became their leader

Louis remained in the shadows.

They say his favorite weapon is vitriol.

Son of a count,

Gabriel Sabran de Ponteves,
became a colonel.

He commands the intelligence troops.

Their hearts are full of hate.

It feeds them.

And makes them insatiable.

Triple edition sold out!

We have eclipsed all the newspapers!

"Le Matin", "Le Figaro", everything!

"Anitjuif" dictates its opinion!

Yes, my friends. Friends, we've become
the main newspaper in France!

The people are ready, it's time to start.
We will unite soon.

All power is in our hands.

Please remove your hands.

As I told the colonel,

soon we will cleanse France of filth.

From true enemies.

And who are they, may I ask?

Jews, madam.

These dirty spies

who still serve Germany today.

What, Dreyfus? Again?

The most striking example.
Their name is legion.

My father fought in the 70s.

He said:
"We were not defeated, but betrayed."

In the 70's,

if a soldier was looking for his regiment,

it was enough for him to
ask the German where to go.

And who reported to them?

Jews!

Of course! They were paid for it.

And what to do.
They are not patriots, religion forbids them.

Brother in France, sister in Germany,
cousin in Italy.

At all times and in every country

a Jew will remain a Jew.

To your health.

Has he tired you?

Do not worry.

It has nothing to do with it.

We are all sacrificing something
for the sake of our country.

Communication with Drumont is also a victim.

Put on your armor, madam.
And prepare for a siege.

Soon, my dear, you will be mine.

Caution. Your mom is watching.

You are cruel.

"Poor thing."
- Well done, Guerin.

Great move. You are irresistible.

OK OK.

Let's talk about business.

What can you offer?

Ten deputies.

Five moderates,
two Catholics, three Bonapartists.

- And what about them?
- They are sold out.

I adore you.

- And I love your money.
- And how much do you want for them?

The price has gone up.

What? Can't you afford me?

Did you let everything go to the feast?

It's time to introduce you to my father.

He'll like you.

I doubt it very much.

Tell Count Sabran that
I am ready to meet him.

Unlike you,
his son is a nice person.

Forgive me.

You are my wife, Marie.

Without you I'm nothing.

I do not want to lose you.

Answering the question:
"Did your wife spend the night in a cell?"

I'll say yes.

By my request.

To draw up
an anthropometric map.

Here she is.

And here is my map.

Such cards will soon be drawn up
for all agents of the prefecture.

Madam.

I will never forget what I saw yesterday.

In some parts of this city

the Middle Ages still reign.

Thanks.

Gentlemen,

it's time to reform the police.

Strong in the face of anarchists

police must remain humane

with honest citizens.

Did you know Josephine?

Little.

C'mon.

Lonely girl with a child.

She interested you.

- Did you sleep with her?
- No.

- You slept with her.
- No!

So you are very lucky. Syphilis.

Oh, Jeannot.

Jeannot, Jeannot.

You should have seen
how your face stretched.

Not true, I didn't touch her.

And I will prove the opposite.

Gentlemen,

for the sake of science.

All in uniform! Louder!

Thanks.

Pubic louse.

Very distinctive claws.

And here's the head louse.

Both types of these parasites
were found on the victim's pubis .

As in the pubic monsieur.

Monsieur Albert Weidmann and his assistant.

Are you Rothschild's attorney?

- Yes, monsieur.
- Well.

It means that we are at the same time.

I'm trying to prevent a pogrom, monsieur.

And you will help me.

The Rothschild check does not exist.

Nobody broke in and stole it.

Tell that to Guerin and his butchers.

I'll tell you.

I will threaten them, bargain ...

And if you have to take off
your hat and say: "Please," -

I will do so.

Because if the league members take
to the streets, the police will not stop them.

Perhaps the police will help them.

Right?

Who is this girl?

Jeanne Chauvin.

Mademoiselle Chauvin is my assistant.

I'm a lawyer.

Tell Guerin that we will claim them.

And Inspector Jouin will testify.

Everyone already knows.
We have nothing to lose.

- Will you apply for them?
- No.

But Guérin needs not know about it.

Did you shoot one of the attackers?

Yes, monsieur.

In whom? The one with vitriol,
or the another?

- Lepine?
- For you, "Monsieur Prefect",

Mr. Deputy.

You have no right to come here!

We are a political association.

And the press.

Do not abuse your authority,
Monsieur Prefect.

Or you will have to answer
to the National Assembly!

Wow.

Monsieur prefect himself.

Left his fortress.

- What are you obliged to?
- What do you think?

He’s an errand boy.

At Rothschild's.

Oh, and he drank, poor fellow.

Madame Guerin,

you are a silly old cow.

Don't answer him.

He is daring to provoke you.

He's desperate.

Give it up.

Don't talk nonsense.

I need that check.

Now, he has already begun to be capricious.

As expected.

Monsieur Prefect does not know
how to behave.

He must be in trouble at home.

Madam - to revel,

and the prefect - to smash.

Do you want war? There will be a war.

First victim:

younger brother.

Jules, stay out!

A gunshot wound?

Careful, it can fester.

Armed attack.

Attempted murder.

Two victims, the cop saw you.

The victim had vitriol burns.

One of the attackers was shot.

- Should I continue?
- He's lying!

The Jews won't dare to claim us!

Why then? The case was made public.

The choice is yours, Madame Guerin.

Or I'll leave with a check

or I'll leave with him.

What are you waiting for?

Should I stomp on it?

Give him the check!

Thank you dear.

You will print a refutation tomorrow.

Next time Lepine

prepare your weapons!

Get it!

On! On! On!

Bravo, Guignol!

Unusually perceptive of
Pubaro.

Use you to help the leagues.

I am a reliable source of much information.

- The mistress of the dead president.
- You are a fuse.

Sorry?

Don't have electricity at home?

No, we can't afford it.

A fuse is a protection
against too much current.

It burns down so that
the whole house does not burn down.

You are not like the rest.

They are all selfish. Cheerful.

And you are sad.

You are a professional in your field.

This will destroy you.

You feel that the end will be
terrible, and yet you remain.

Why?

Because of money? I do not believe.

You are only pretending to
sell information.

In fact, you are taking revenge.

Who?

For men.

A certain type of them.

To those who used you.

Those who harassed you.

They abused me, spat in my soul.

Should I say thank you?

Do you like danger?

At heart you are a little girl who
is waiting for a knight.

Caution.

The last time a man
made love to me, he died.

Gabriel Sabran de Ponteves.

We have nothing for him.

The victim was his mistress.

These are just the words of a dead woman.

And the court denied them.

I just do as you taught me.

Sure. Continue.

Handwritten lettering.

- We can give it to the graphologist.
- Ah, to the graphologist. Good idea.

Bertillon thus proved
Dreyfus's guilt.

And soon he will go to Rennes
to admit that he was wrong.

Murder site.
The Sabrans have many houses.

Houses, estates, apartments.

Perhaps the son has been to one of them.

And we have the key to her.

Good luck finding the address.

Within a kilometer of Pont-Nef?

Town hall archives,
mortgage office.

Yes, it will take a lot of time.
But we'll find the address.

- What else?
- Shirt.

Laundry label.
Either he changed his clothes, or ...

Or he didn't wear it.

This is not the most important thing.
I've seen shirts like this.

In the army. They are issued
along with the uniform.

Interesting.

I'll go find that laundry.

And I will agree to let you into
the archives of the town hall.

Thank you, monsieur.

If I find an address ... A key?

In my office. Left drawer.

Did Weidman speak to the prefect?
I had to...

I trusted you.

You need a complete list of
real estate,

owned by the Sabran family?

Only within a certain radius.

- Yes, it will be long, but ...
- Not at all.

The Hotel de Ville is not a prefecture.

Collected, Collected, Collected ...

How many houses do they have?

Custin Street ...

Import, export, warehouses ...

No.

Boulevard Saint-Germain, brewery.

No...

Furnished rooms.

House 31, rue de Never.

So.

Madame went off to amuse
herself. Kids are sleeping.

And you're bored, and here's a neighbor.

Lonely girl, why not give it a try.

You went to her, and
- lo and behold! - she agreed.

She needs money.
And you have something to pay.

Yes. And do not argue with me.

You have pubic lice, the doctor confirmed.
So stop lying to me.

You got yours, and Josephine ...

What then?

You didn't want to pay.
I decided to become her pimp.

You are lazy but ambitious,
especially at someone else's expense.

And this bastard got angry, right?

She refused. Humiliated you.

And you don't know
what your wife will say to that.

No!

Okay, I fucked her! And that's all.

She's a whore.

She liked it herself.

She liked it?

I saw your morel.

Children have more.

- Not true.
"Did Josephine laugh at him?"

- No!
- She laughed, and you hit her,

to shut up!
- No!

Come on. It happens often.

You hit her, she fell,
an accident.

No!

Get up.

Sit down.

Hands on the table.

What about Mimil?

You knew him too.

He came to Josephine,
your wife identified him.

Not true. It wasn't like that.

I didn't know him.

You didn't even know
Josephine an hour ago.

Inspector Jouin has interrogated you.
You got scared and it dawned on you.

The butcher cut the whore,
everything is logical, huh?

Framed Mimil?

Was that how it was?

You had time.

It wasn't like that.

I know my rights!

Yah? But I know
that the guillotine is coming soon.

Motive. And the opportunity.

You slept with her! You were there!

You killed her!&
managed to hide the body!

Hands on the table!

It's not me. It wasn't like that.

Tell me where did you hide the body?

The owner of the house
did not know anything.

Where did you hide her
until you dismembered her?

S/where at home? Did Madame Dorne help?
Sat with her son?

No!

No! No!

Listen to me, Jeannot.

You're in deep trouble.
Believe me, you can't get out.

You will be executed.

But if you don't admit it,
your wife will go as an accomplice.

I am not guilty.

I'm just a poor man. We have children.

We survive as best we can.

I beg you.

- Are you begging me?
- Yes.

Yes.

Have pity.

Do you love your children?

- Yes.
- And do you love your wife?

Yes.

So save them.

Admit it!

No!

Take a look at her!

She was young!

All life was ahead!

She was lonely, she had a son

she could hardly make ends meet.

And you raped her!

And then he killed!

Her life was a hundred times more
valuable than yours, piece of shit!

Beg her for forgiveness!

- Sorry ...
- Louder!

Sorry!

You killed her, confess!

Yes! Yes!

Yes! I killed her!

I killed her.

I killed her.

And the killer, seeing what he had done
and being horrified, confessed.

Well done.