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Avignon, Avignon.

Two-minute stop.

-May I, Miss...? - I can manage.

No... you need…

My stocking!

Sure is heavy, isn't it!?

I've got metal tips on my shoes.

Mum put them on. They're always catching peoples stockings.

No more, that's quite enough!

I still have one stocking... I want to keep it!

I'm sorry, Miss.

He's cute!

Those hangdog eyes!

Was it a major film?

TV series on the American Civil War.

- Allow me, Miss... - Thank you.

I played the nurse of the northern general.

- Were you filming in Aix? - In that area... in the country.

It seems it looks like South Carolina.

Miss... You have a lamp above your pillow.

Just above the pillow.

Thank you, ma'am.

I do theatre as well.

Last, but not least, radio plays...

...for Canadian radio...

French Canadian radio.

- That'd be good. - Yes.

You're reaching millions of people.

Good evening... your tickets please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your tickets, please!

Just leave me alone!

You again?!

I thought you were the ticket inspector. What do you want?

Is that your business?

Don't stay there. Move away... I don't have a ticket.

You don't have a ticket?

And you lock yourself in there? Are you sick in the head?

Not so loud!

- I wasn't loud! - You were!

You were talking loudly!

You think because you've got a pretty face, you can play rough.

- A pretty face? - Yes, a pretty face.

It only happens to me!

If Mum saw this, she'd faint.

My brush?

I wanted to go out on the step, but with the suitcase…

I was afraid I couldn't open the door.

And you travel like this without a ticket?

I was a boarder with the Brothers at Toulouse.

I failed my matric because of maths, so I chucked it all in.

- I'm going to Paris. - To do what?

- Paris is something else! - What else?

Your tickets please!

Tickets!

- Anyone in there? - Yes!

Get in there.

Don't make a sound.

- Your ticket, Miss. - You saw it.

Yes, that's right...

I just needed to check.

- You're in compartment 2? - That's right.

Thanks.

Thanks, Miss.

There's a black mark on your cheek.

On the other side as well.

When I was little, I got a clean hanky like that every day.

And now that you're big? Where will you sleep?

For the last week, I've slept wherever I could.

In a truck…

or in a youth hostel...

Under the stars, in a barn, even a waiting-room.

It's OK... you can go out.

Depending on the train...

...the corridor's not too uncomfortable.

There's an empty bunk in my compartment.

When everyone's asleep, come in.

- What about my suitcase? - Well, bring it with you.

Come on.

I got it it wrong.

I got the wrong compartment.

The woman there thought... Damn! My raincoat.

Shit!

Shit! Everything's everywhere.

She thought I was a sex maniac...

The woman in the other compartment.

We'll be waking everyone up.

Hey, Miss...! Miss, I'm going out.

We'll meet up when we get there, like we agreed.

- I was doing TV in Aix. - Oh, great!

There you are...! What have you done with my bag?

What are you talking about?

- You didn't take my bag? - Why would I take your bag?

- We had an agreement! - What agreement?

That's a woman's scarf you've got!

It was Mum's scarf.

I explained it all to you...

You were to take my bag... get 2 platform tickets,

...and we go out together.

Go get the tickets, I'll fetch the bag. Women!

We never talked about that. You've got a cheek!

We'll, shall we do as I said?

- We'll do as you say. - You won't leave?

I won't leave.

He also doesn't know how to say thank you.

What's up with you?

- Why? - What's with the long face?

I'm not pulling a long face.

So that's how you always look? Pardon me, then.

Where's the cab rank?

Opposite, Miss.

Well… Goodbye then, Miss.

What are you going to do?

- You needn't worry about me. - Yes I do. Come on.

So are you coming?

Where?

We'll see.

This is my first visit to Paris, too.

I got a job as an executive secretary.

No help from him, eh?!

Here's the address.

It's a studio flat of a cousin of mine who got married.

She's let me use it.

Signs of flat strangulation edged with a blackish swelling.

The skin is purplish and the black tapers off...

...as if a dirty belt had been used.

He stood behind the victim with the object around her neck.

The neck is not bruised.

The cervical vertebrae are not broken.

Is he strong?

The way he did it, he didn't need to be.

A woman could have done it just as well.

Yes… except that women don't strangle.

I'll see her again back at the institute. Good luck.

Thanks. Bye.

I think I'm coming down with the flu.

That'll have to wait... Someone needs to take this case.

That's got to be you.

Goddamn pearls all over the place!

Lord… I think I'm coming down with it too.

You'd better get on to it right away.

So, what've we got now... The suitcase, the clothes.

Firstly... who is she?

Secondly... Where's she from? What does she do?

Where does she live, who does she know? And the whole kit and caboodle.

Thirdly... the reservation list for the compartment.

Report back by 7 this evening.

A little less bullshit than usual, wouldn't go astray.

Fregard's calling the shots. It's to be wrapped up.

Take a look at the other compartments too.

Even if there's nothing, looks better on the report.

Make assumptions, not conclusions.

What do you want me to do, Boss?

Get all these pearls and count them.

The train left Marseilles 10.30 last night, Friday.

Stops at Avignon, Valence, Lyon, Dijon.

Only one ticket-inspection during the trip.

The inspector hasn't noticed anything unusual.

Here's his name and address.

He doesn't remember the occupants of that compartment.

We can have a list of the occupants for you in an hour.

Good, thanks. You go and pick it up.

Fancy underwear.

Fancy underwear.

A sheet of paper with drawings.

It has her initials all over.

With abstract drawings.

No. Rather obscene.

Written underneath… Scram!

If you're gonna get rough, I'm off!

Written underneath "Scram."

No! Written underneath…

"The big man with a long head, flops onto the sofa and forces the crazy woman."

The big man with a long head flops onto what?

There is nobody in the morning. The concierge was an old cabaret act.

Do not touch anything. Just copy the address books.

It's for that business of the false communicants.

I send them as cleaning women. It's more discreet.

You might say.

Cute idea!

My oh my... look at that face!

I fear bad tidings!

The fingerprints are bad.

Her name's Georgette Thomas, age 30.

Married at 20, divorced at 25.

A sales rep for Barlin beauty products.

Coming back from a sales presentation in Marseilles.

Was staying at the Rex Hotel.

She earned 922.85 francs a month, clear.

Cash in her purse... 342 francs and a Canadian dollar.

Canadian…

Theft does not appear to be the motive for her murder.

A slightly affectionate letter starts "My little chick..."

There's no date or signature.

That's it.

Easy as pie!

We have to get people to talk.

Firstly, where she lived. Secondly, at what's-its-name…

- Barlin. - Barlin, yeah. And thirdly...

...a close relative who'll come and recognise her.

This is weird.

- What you make of it? - Yeah…

Well, I have to meet my son.

Here...

My son wants to do Fine Art.

20 years old and nothing up top.

Fine Arts and his guitar are all he's interested in.

My son is a stupid little bastard... Believe you me!

Give me a hand. Unfortunately, family sentiments still hold.

I'll be back to see you this evening.

And don't bother flooding the lab with a pile of tests.

Throttling a girl isn't the work of a pro.

Out of the blue...

...some poor loser will fall into your lap.

"I loved her etc etc etc..." Enough to wrap it up for the judge.

Or it's about a sex maniac.

There's still the hoax.

Forget about the false communicants.

Have him do the perfume people and you do the rest.

Those in the compartment and their berth numbers.

Do me a diagram on the board.

If you get it into tonight's edition...

...it may be a big help.

We don't know if they're men or women.

The railway doesn't specify.

The murderer has signed his crime... he won't get away with it.

What about the false communicants case?

You'll get photos of the victim at the morgue.

Include this list of passengers in your article...

...and ask them to contact us.

How can you ask a professional journalist to include that sort of thing?

I'll trust it to your talents.

SADISTIC CRIME

The killer probably traveled with the victim.

It can't be possible!

It's her!

It was stifling on that train.

It must have been the heating.

The ladies…

Men and women are mixed now.

You never know if you'll have to put up with perfume or a stink.

But, in the end it's…

Do you go to sleep dressed? Or do you put on pyjamas?

She showed no shame, with her short skirt.

Goddamn women.

Why was she staring at me like that?

Is it because I'm badly dressed? She smiles.

I'll get into pyjamas.

They're dirty. I should've washed them earlier.

I'd meant to.

I could have done it, I should have said it.

Always in hindsight.

40 years old… I never manage to do the right thing.

Always going weak at the knees in front of a beautiful woman.

40 years old…

In a job I started at 18 and will be in for life.

You end up hating everything...

...doubting friendships, love.

Why was she smiling at me?

Is she laughing at the expression on the face of a plodding employee?

She gives me an eyeful of her buttocks the bitch!

She's taunting me! Up you get! You gotta talk to her..

What am I going to say to her.

"Isn't it a lovely day?" "Isn't the train going fast!?"

Maybe SHE will talk to ME.

No. The man has to speak first.

Man proposes, woman…

If it works, what am I going to do about it?

Go where? My place?

I could never take her here.

Who could I take here?

Who would like it here?

It would have to have been HER place.

Her place would have been nice.

She was very stylish.

She had initials on her suitcase.

She was obviously wearing underwear.

Forget it.

It's useless to think about it.

I SHOULD have. Always in stupid hindsight!

They should be ashamed... Carrying on like that in public.

"The occupants of the compartment... Darres, Rivolani..."

"Bombat, Garaudy..."

"Cabourg..."

"...should contact Inspector Grazziani."

Love…!

Need to phone.

It may be a trap.

No... it's the list of names.

Will I be the first to call?

I'll say that…

No. Try not to think.

I'm a passenger on that train. My name is Cabourg.

What do you want?

I want to talk to Commissioner Grazziani.

He's not a commissioner. Hold the line..

- What? - Hold the line!

Grazziani.

My name's Cabourg.

Rene Cabourg. 2, rue des Abbesses. That you?

How do you know that?

You've forgotten already? 2 years ago, the incident in the Bois.

I didn't even touch her.

Nevertheless you seem to turn up in buttocks stories.

I didn't know that person...

...that night in that compartment.

I work full time at "Pogine, the Future of Your Kitchen."

I'm 40.

Yes, I know.

I was just in Marseilles for 2 days for my work.

I get mixed up.

I'm sure nobody's phoned. They know nothing.

They'll bring us all together for a confrontation.

I'll miss the start of the game.

I don't know. I didn't see anyone.

Later on, somebody did come in.

I heard their voice.

The voice of that person?

Well…

I presume it was theirs.

She had to talk to…

...to the girl who was beneath her.

Why do you say "she" ?

I presume it was a woman.

Why?

The voice was soft. Difficult to explain.

I'm a light sleeper.

I could feel her presence.

Mr Cabourg, come and see me tomorrow, Sunday, at 9:30 am.

You know where I am.

Inspector Grazziani, Office 303, 3rd floor. Good night.

I should have talked to him about the dispute.

No. My name really is Bob.

"Robert" is a pseudonym.

My parents had some weird ideas.

They killed themselves together, 10 years ago.

Georgette died at 30.

The grief that I may or may not have, is no concern of yours, Inspector.

With all due respect, cops disgust me...

...or else make me want to laugh.

Of the matter that concerns you, I still know nothing.

Category 2... Not top priority.

To imagine that Georgette had money...

...that IS a laughing matter.

And imagine that her husband was able to get on a train...

...in order to kill someone... That really is a joke.

Your wife's waiting for you. This the lover?

I was saying that…

If you imagine that I, Bob, would be so ridiculous as to...

...not only commit a crime of passion but in 2nd class...

...well that's pathetic!

No. I came here because it upset me so to see the state...

...in which you left Georgette's apartment.

If you're incapable of putting things back where they belong...

...you shouldn't touch them.

Insensitive cops should not have been allowed into the force.

Although at your age, Inspector, it's not serious.

What are we expecting to get out of this creep?

Firstly, Georgette was not robbed.

Because there was nothing to steal.

Also, she was too decent a girl...

...to know someone nasty enough to kill her.

Even a cop could understand that.

Finally, if one can rely on a bit of ignominious a journalism...

It took 3 minutes for Georgette to die.

And when I think about these 3 minutes, I want to blow Paris to smithereens.

One doesn't have to have attended police-school evening classes...

...to understand that 3 minutes is too long for a professional killer!

The bastard who did this is the worst sort of amateur!

Just let's go, before I punch him in the face!

One more thing...

In the corridor I saw the pitiful and the abominable...

Geogette's sister and brother-in-law.

With all due respect...

...to avoid any infantile acts by the cops that cost the taxpayer dearly...

They are the pits.

Worst. Well-intentioned and never shut up.

Whatever they tell you will be as true as the Apocalypse.

They didn't know Georgette.

You don't understand people you don't love.

They'll spout you a lot of hot air.

Good night.

And he walks out... just like that?!

Constable! Grab that nutter...

...and hold him in the cells!

In the cells! Until tomorrow morning!

Outta here!

Worked it out?

I'm almost done. 2 more customers.

What are you on?

- A woman strangled on a train. - What about the boss?

Tarquin can't take care of them?

No.He's on some girl case.

He doesn't like taking on something he's not familiar with.

If it goes smoothly, he covers it, otherwise, I get to do it.

As he's due for promotion in January, he's not going to risk his chances.

What have you been up to, cowboy?

There's family outside, and Thomas's ex husband.

What's he like?

Big guy, a bit clumsy, annoying type, no record.

He restores old American cars in a garage.

Small mustache, well dressed, watertight alibi.

Give him to Felix, I'll do the family. I'll be back.

Put him in the cells. It'll refresh his memory.

You're wasting your time with these people..

Firstly: you have to put yourself in the girl's skin...

To know her better than she knew herself...

In a sense become her double. Understand from within.

The relatives are waiting.

From within, understand?

I'll be right back.

- You love your work, eh? ? - Just let's say I don't hate it.

I'm still only a trainee. Haven't been here long.

Did you ever want to do anything else?

To travel, being a dancer... But it seems I'm too tall.

It was my father who wanted to return from the colonies.

He's an administration fusspot.

And a stubborn fusspot. To keep the peace I obeyed.

I had the luck to be seconded to your husband.

We get along well. He lets me do all sorts of stuff.

Two months ago we met Georgette with Bob Vatsky.

He's into painting, music...

Painting... sort of bohemian.

He daubs.

- He'd changed her a lot. - He took her to concerts!

It was jazz... with Negroes.

She was the prodigal daughter, came to Paris at 18.

Dad never wanted to see her again.

I got married, and we came to Paris.

We've seen very little of her since her divorce.

Do you know of anyone who could have done this?

We've seen the body.

We're the only family members in Paris.

It's the sex-offender pointed out to us at the train station.

Baujus !

You carry on.

- Our parents… - Just a moment.

Our parents live in Dordogne, on the road from Perignac.

- Anyway in Lot-et-Garonne. - Who's answering, you or me?

He was walking around in the station.

Open your raincoat.

I have the constable's report. It's a classic!

"…and showed to passers-by parts of his person.."

"...which are normally kept covered."

"We immediately arrested him."

He was displaying all that to the ladies.

Come on, take this moron down to the cells. Quick!

Did you get on to Marseilles?

They're calling back.

You're wasting time.

You're floundering around. All this is immaterial.

You're giving him time to clear off.

Picking up perverts isn't going to get you anywhere.

Firstly... was the girl strangled for something...

...that happened before she left for Marseille?

Secondly... for something that happened IN Marseilles.

Or thirdly... something that happened on the train.

The important thing is motive... You'll see that it'll give you a lead.

That's a bit simplistic.

I don't think motive is…

If you get a solution without motive, let me in on it.

I don't have a lot of schooling. I trust my brain.

If there's one thing I can do well, it's to think hard.

Anything new?

Addresses. Having trouble finding Bombat's.

- Goodbye Mrs Graziani. - Goodbye.

It's 10.30... We're going to visit friends who expected us at 8.

Do you mind? I was the star pupil!

She never did anything.

And Dad was not surprised that she wanted to do Dec Arts.

Then, she made a money match.

An argument.

The passengers will each describe the argument in their own way.

They'll never believe ME.

Now I'm stuck with a police record after that thing in the Bois.

They're such bastards!

They'll never believe she smiled at me, that she was taunting me...

...that it was because of her, I wanted to have her for myself...

...to do like all the others...

...all those who had taken her in their arms.

All these men with that relaxed smile...

...which brings success in life...

...and success with women.

How do they manage to have it all, to succeed in everything?

Leave me alone ! Who do you think you are?

It's better that she's dead!

Being insulted by women…

Like the one in Marseilles who called me a loser.

I suffered even though I'd done nothing... like with the girl on the train.

I'm quite sure she was smiling at me...

...to try and engage in conversation.

Once again, I ruined everything.

I finished up a loser, yet again.

This mania for drinking out of the tap, like a tramp...

And if someone saw…

No!

Give me the towel that's in the suitcase.

There... in front of you.

That's it.

Do you ever take off your raincoat?

You've had it on all day.

Thank you..

Even in the restaurant, with your collar raised and sad eyes.

What is it since you left the station? What do you want to do?

Wouldn't you like a shower?

You must be filthy...

...after staying with the Salvos.

Go on!

I don't want fleas in my flat.

And it gives me time to get dressed.

I'll be looking for work on Monday, you know.

I'll pay you back what you've spent on me.

The restaurants, the taxi, and all that.

He must be as thin as a rake.

What'll I do with him?

If you like, I'll invite you to climb to the 3rd level of the Eiffel Tower.

I have to find a room. My parents will find me at a hotel.

Well…

Didn't you take any clean underwear?

For the last week I haven’t had a chance to wash it.

How do I come out?

This yours?

No.

Is that the lady in the lower bunk?

We'll have to give it to the police in the morning.

There was a dead woman in the compartment.

And I saw a guy running away.

And you just happen to mention it!?

Now... 15 hours later!

We'll have two reasons to go to the police.

I don't want to go to the police.

They'll tell my father, and he'll come for me.

You'd be in trouble for helping me.

And what about this?

What'll I do with it?

There's an address... We can take it tomorrow.

I don't want anything to do with the police.

It's sure to be some sort of revenge killing.

Can you give me a hand?

What about your mother? What would she say to all this?

She wouldn't like being with just any Joe Blow.

You'd have your name in the papers, and everyone would talk about it.

You'll sleep there.

If Mum saw this, she'd faint.

- Morning Chief. - How's it going?

Morning.

Hi Chief.

Hello, you rascal!

I've found 3 more of them.

73 messages, 12 of them pests...

Two crazies, one hysterical...

And a greeting from a grocer who starts at the markets at 4 am.

Who'd you get?

Darres. She's an actress.

She was coming back from making 'The Civil War'.

- She'll see us at her place this morning. - And...?

Rivolani. He'd been down south visiting relatives.

He didn't notice anything.

As he works at night, Sundays are sacrosanct.

He'll make a statement tomorrow.

- Cabourg hasn't shown up? - No.

The third one?

Garaudy. A woman.

She's a woman and that bunk was also occupied.

Why "also occupied"?

There was someone.

Mrs Garaudy. There are many Garaudys.

Ours is married to an electronics engineer,

...transferred to Marseilles.

It's funny, electronics... I have a buddy who was into it.

You could find all of mythology stored on one machine.

- That's a theory of his. - And then?

I had the girl herself on the phone.

Nice voice.

Just for fun, I asked her to describe herself.

She should...

Hey, not so loud!

Forget it, Jean-Lou... Let's go.

She sounded great. Fashion model type.

With a come-hither voice.

And you can kiss my...!

She told me she was coming to Paris for the weekend.

- It's upstairs. - It's the police.

Come on!

Come on, stop being stupid.

Come on.

I'm telling you, it's the police police.

The police?

Go ahead.

She swears she hasn't strangled anyone.

I told her we'd see about that.

If you agree, Chief, I'll see her alone.

We'll see about that.

Who's there?

- Police, ma'am.

Ouch! My stockings!

Look…

Sounds like she's getting rid of someone.

Forgive me for receiving you like this. I was expecting you later.

- Mrs Darres ? - Yes. Come in.

In this wretched profession of mine...

...one so rarely has a chance...

...to spend time in one's own home.

I'm amazed you police were so quick...

...especially as Darres is my professional name.

You know why we're here?

Yes indeed. What a dreadful thing!

Have a seat.

Oh, not that one!

It's worn out!

We won't take much of your time.

That's nice of you. I'm very busy.

A radio show... dubbing a film...

A huge boring script...

...that must be able to play after the first reading.

So I talk, talk, talk… But this is about a murder.

Indeed.

- You're married, ma'am ? - I have been.

An industrialist from Puy-de-Dome.

A fine, cultivated gentleman.

A collector in his spare time.

I lost him some years ago.

There was a big age difference between us.

So now I'm alone with Ophelia.

I understand.

You returned here, yesterday morning?

I was coming back from Aix...

...where I'd been for a week...

...for the shooting of a TV series...

...on the American Civil War.

Not a really major role...

...but at least it was interesting from the dramatic aspect.

Do film stars have to travel in a 2nd class sleeping car?

Ah, yes... well...

It's just that…

How can I explain?

Perhaps it's best I tell you the truth.

That would be wise .

Well then …

I could certainly afford a first class sleeper...

...but a single woman has to think of her future…

...and I preferred to save the difference. There...

That's all there is to it.

I'm counting on your discretion!

Goes without saying, ma'am.

You're berth was the bottom one on the right?

Yes, I can't cope with being on top.

You dream... fall...

Just opposite you was a man.

Yes. A civil servant.

Civil servant? Did he tell you that?

No, but he looked like one.

What makes someone look like a civil servant?

They look serious. A bit miserable.

Small gestures, facial movements...

An ill-fitting suit...

...of cheap material.

So?

There was one important thing, I think...

The argument he had with the victim.

The civil servant?

Yes. And I don't think they knew each other.

But they were smoking together in the corridor.

The man must have made an uncalled-for gesture.

That often happens on trains.

10 years of traveling for the theatre…

I could tell you of an incident in Brive!

Finally, he became bolder.

In the compartment, he'd been giving her strange looks.

They had an argument...

...and then the woman came back alone into the compartment...

...and went to bed, and I went to sleep.

Do you think that Cabourg, the civil servant, was angry with her?

No… He gave the impression that he was ashamed.

Besides, he was very quick to leave the compartment when we arrived.

So, Cabourg was the first to get off.

- And next? - Oh, no, no...

No, it was the young man in the berth above who got off first.

The young man?

What do you mean... "the young man"?

What berth are you talking about?

What did he look like?

He was quite tall, slim.

To tell the truth, I hardly saw him.

I must say, Commissioner...

- Inspector. - Inspector.

You don't look as though you believe me.

When I said that I hardly saw him...

...it's because he came in very late and all the lights were out.

You said you went to sleep.

Yes I was sleeping. I was asleep.

Only he stumbled somehow and knocked my bag down. It spilled.

I had to pick up my things in the morning.

Some papers went missing.

So I was half woken up.

It was a woman... We found her. You were mistaken.

I heard them talking...

Him and the girl in the bunk above.

I can assure you it was a boy's voice.

I can't explain, but I just know it.

Cabourg heard this young woman talking.

You must have been mistaken about the voice.

Come to give evidence tomorrow morning after 9 am

Room 303, 3rd floor. Inspector Grazziani.

Until then, Ma'am.

I am not mistaken.

I am not crazy.

A woman who upsets your bag and wakes you up, apologizes.

She doesn't say bugger-all.

It's ruined.

I'm sorry I laddered your stocking.

Can I stay all the same?

Idiot!

The hell with it... I'll kiss him.

Mum'll have any more reason to faint. The hell with it.

The hell with it.

The hell with it.

Have you done it before?

- Done what? - I dunno...

Men have no nice words to talk about these things.

No.

Never.

Me neither .

That's for you .

But… you don't have any money.

No. I took 5 francs out of your bag this morning...

...when you were making your breakfast.

There's a love letter in the wallet.

- A love letter? - Yes, and there's an address.

We'll take the wallet tomorrow.

Again I called you...

jealous and crazy...

...sure that you're leaving me.

I have no desire for anything...

To see or see again.

I've no desire for anything...

other than thinking of you.

To think about how well we started together.

When we met at vet school...

...will stay with me as the most beautiful day of my life."

That vet school...

... which I would never have entered...

...if I hadn't been recommended a specialist professor for Ophelia...

...who was acting depressed.

They took her from me and I was left alone.

Even more alone.

I meant nothing to the people there…

...and like a little girl, I fled.

And I found myself lost in this lecture theatre...

It was large and empty.

And you were there.

You were there, so near and yet so far.

Like a Hamlet.

Like a Hyppolite.

And my heart pounded.

My tattered soul, teetering on the brink of misery, uttered a cry of joy.

I didn't know that the best part of my life was about to begin.

You said to me: "The waiting room is over at the side."

You were already playing games with me.

This luxury of unnecessary cruelty.

And I, who was there for Ophelia...

...almost forgot about her. All I was focussed on was you.

But you were subtle.

So wonderfully subtle.

Poor Ophelia...

Her prescription was an invitation for me, to dinner.

My head was spinning, to think that in one minute...

...I believed I was starting a new life....

...which was already sliding downwards.

And now I was living a total, frightening passion...

...in a milieu so... so different from mine...

...and where I was filled with happiness...

...and with torment.

The disparity of our ages...

The girls you found so attractive.

And who WERE so attractive.

And when I came home, and found you there...

...I started to like my home again.

I wanted you to look at me like those beautiful girls.

And you did look at me like those beautiful girls.

To be 20 years younger!

To have 20 years that I could give to you.

You didn't let me out.

You made me miss all my professional appointments.

You made me miss a dress rehearsal for

"Mogador" that I promised to attend.

You wanted me to drop everything.

And I dropped everything.

And I would have liked to shout at you like the poet...

"Love me!"

"Without you can nothing be...

"Is nothing... me."

You wanted me the way I'd been...

You wanted me without artifice, without makeup.

You want me 'au naturel'.

You used to say... Pleasure comes from what is natural...

...and displeasure from what we've created.

The other way!

- Yes, the other way! - No, no!

- No, no, no. - The other way!

Then you changed. You became sad.

I think that I'm your only one.

I'm looking for you and I know that I'm annoying you...

...and that I only widen the gulf between us.

What am I to do? Go find you?

How do I bear your hateful, empty gaze...

...like that little inspector this morning?

The empty gaze of men who no longer regard you as a woman.

I'm going to find him.

I shouldn't do it.

I shouldn't, I…

I'm just gong to annoy him even more.

I shouldn't go there.

I shouldn’t.

He's going to think I'm crazy.

A woman clutching at his youth.

The middle-aged hag who buys herself a good time...

...while old-age watches and waits.

Another 4 or 5 years and youth will have vanished forever.

That'll be it.

No more sunny days.

Never again a new desire.

Never again to look up into the eyes of a man.

It was his birthday next week...

I'd bought him fleecy-lined boots...

...to keep out the cold when he was working at night.

What shall I do with them now?

What shall I do with them?

A bad business.

But it's nothing beside his wife.

She looks at you as if you could give her husband back.

What'll become of me? And the children?

He wanted to take us to see something cheerful...

...because of the horrible thing about the train.

Six bullets were fired, including two at close range.

He took the first one there...

The bullets were crossed, even hollowed out.

They flatten out on impact...

...backed by 700 kilos of thrust...

...it makes like a funnel upside down.

The second hit him in the chest.

Nobody heard anything?

Nothing, until the woman discovers him and shouts for help.

He wanted to celebrate his birthday with his family.

But I didn't get to show him the fleecy-lined boots...

...that I bought for him to keep out the cold at night.

What now?

How stupid was I to ever let myself be dragged onto this case.

I should've learned by now... Here's the other one coming.

Let this be a lesson to you.

They've eliminated him with a big gun.

Why "eliminated" ?

Telling it the way it is .

They didn't wait to thank him for sleeping during the trip.

A weapon like that has been tampered with.

The owner of a .45 is not your average street crim.

I want a list of all .45 owners.

You can remove him.

The bastard who tampered with those bullets is no pro.

Hello, Mr Tarquin ?

If you find a lot of gangsters who let themselves go...

Tarquin speaking.

Inspector Felix. Darres was found in her lift.

A bullet in the chest. Some incredible sort of gun.

We're on our way.

- Come on. - Take the car.

You'd better get cracking, Grazziani.

- This bastard finds witnesses before you. - Embarrassing witnesses, obviously.

How does he find them so fast? Had we questioned those two?

The Darres woman, yes. Rivolani was still to come.

Well, you'd better get cracking.

We're all in this together, but I'm the one who'll cop the flak.

He found them fast.

Much too fast.

You scared me.

What's this?

I pulled it a bit too hard.

There's no way to turn off the water.

The water needs to be turned off.

You have to go to your work. It's late.

Just a sec...

You worked it out?

I break everything I touch. It was the same at home.

Dad says that I use my arms like bludgeons.

A regular blight on a respectable family.

Here's my telephone number at the office.

I'll come with you to work.

- Then, I'll drop off that wallet. - Do you love me a little bit?

Another pair buggered!

Shit... I'm cursed!

With you, I'm going to have to buy long boots!

Reminds me of Notre-Dame.

It's like Sacred Heart church.

It's called "flamboyant Gothic".

It's like it, anyway.

- Antoine ?

Everyone needs to be rounded up for me.

Relatives, friends, lovers, neighbours, of the 3 victims.

That'll be a helluva job.

So?

- You know him? - Yes, that's her boyfriend.

She used to say she was nuts about him but I'd say...

Alright..

Look... I'll also want the victim's bank accounts.

No, gentlemen, not in the street. Come and see me at my office.

No, gents, not on Th street!

Come to my office.

I'll need all available officers, for this evening.

They're yours. So, what are your thoughts ?

It's a maniac.

I've got to find the other 3... Cabourg, Bombat and Garaudy.

If he finds them first... bye bye Berthe.

Yes, I agree.

The gutter press smells fresh meat.

Then they become greedy. I'll go see the judge.

How about a guard of uniformed cops around Garaudy's place?

That's right... advertise ourselves!

I want to catch this nutter, not scare him off.

Find me Cabourg and Bombat by tonight, or I'll put someone else on the job.

I will go and see this one before he has heard the news.

Eric Grandin. 36, rue Du Pas-de-la-Mule.

Do you mind?

I was at La Coupole with friends, til very late.

We'll check.

I'm making tea... want a cup?

No thanks.

Eliane gave it to me for my 3rd year finals.

I'm doing Veterinary Science.

I hope one day to devote myself to research...

...on a big farm in Normandy.

A kind of laboratory-clinic where I'll raise cross-breeds.

Or I'll go to South Africa, if I can afford it..

Labour is dirt cheap there.

But it costs a lot to set up.

Am I boring you?

No no. I'm learning.

The danger and the amusement, in this kind of research...

...is that we can create new breeds of animals...

...or monsters.

Yeah…

Sort of sorcerer's apprentice, eh?

A bit like that.

Nice place you've got here.

Did you know her long?

6 months.

Things had not been going well, lately.

She was becoming demanding.

She was someone who liked to stir up the fire with a poker...

...till there were only ashes left.

You know what I mean?

No, not really, but go on..

That's it.

Did she ever mention the name Rivolani?

It's an electronic sculpture.

Can you see anyone wanting her dead?

On any day, during your life...

...there are people who could want you dead.

Like all those on the subway who think you're in their way.

All those who see you have an apartment, and they don't.

Your children, all those who…

Enough. See me in my office this afternoon.

Inspector Grazziani.

Room 303, 3rd floor.

We'll go through it from the beginning, without the incidentals.

Very well.

A producer who worked with Darres.

Can you imagine?

Going to Marseilles without even telling us!

Rene Cabourg's sister. She hasn't seen him since…

I told him that my brother never comes to see us.

I had no idea he was away on a a trip.

But he had become strange lately.

You were just saying you never saw him.

If I, Bob Vatsky, who doesn't believe in God, could say a prayer...

...I'd pray that the taxpayer to whom you cost so much...

...does not fall into your clutches.

A proverb says

"Beware of the donkey from behind and the monk from in front."

I'd add to that... "and the cop from all sides."

He talks to me as if I were at a meeting in a public hall.

Can I fuck off, or not?

Your colleague looks like a sad parrot with the flu.

It's impossible to imagine a cop getting undressed, going to bed...

...to make babies with his wife.

I thought of you like that too, with all due respect.

You are the ideal employee.

Good listener...

...endowed with extraordinary patience...

...and equally capable of silence.

I am sure, without having seen you at work...

...that you are able to burst out laughing at will, at the right time.

I think I may have pushed that a little hard, eh?

Why us?

At home, whenever he laughed...

...it was like springtime, everyone was happy.

Now it's all over, he'll never laugh again.

He was so gentle with the children.

But why do this to me?

Why this?

- Why this? - Calm yourself ma'am...

It won't help you to dwell on it.

How are you finding it?

Well… Who's that guy?

A friend of the husband, he said.

- Oui. Suis-moi ça de près.

With Darres, I've seen producers and actors who didn't know her, or not very well.

Her specialties were sorrowful mothers, dramatic nurses.

Moutard's questioning her brother.

Recently, she had an affair... the sort we criticize maliciously...

...but like to think we could have at her age.

It bothers me to talk about it.

It's hard to talk properly about other peoples affections...

The gut-feelings we have about matters of the heart.

Do you know Eric Grandin?

She told me about it, herself.

She was over the moon.

She felt like she was 20 again .

She was mistress, mother, sister, all at once.

You should've heard the way she talked about him.

"He's a child. He has ideas about everything..."

"About people, about animals."

"Hes good at talking about things he knows nothing about."."

Like all young people who've done nothing yet have opinions about everything.

I don't understand.

- That doesn't surprise me. - Please go on.

Six months ago, she came to ask me for a loan...

...for this thing about a laboratory in South Africa.

She had no sense of reality, poor girl.

She wanted to leave with him, with her savings.

The loan was sufficient for them to begin.

Can you believe it?

A research farm in South Africa.

She talked like it was a country house in Melun.

Do you think there's any connection with your sister's death?

The research farm?

No, with Eric Grandin.

- No real leads? - Still nothing... Although Eric Grandin…

- Grazzi, telephone! - At his age?

They are capable of big plans. Like mine.

He has no more brains than he had at birth.

We're all the same.

You're interested in fine art and a farm in South Africa?

And you want your girlfriend to come along?

While the other covers the noise with his electric guitar?

Hello, is that you?

- This is me. - This is Marseilles.

Thomas was going out with a guy here.

One in every port, like a sailor.

She told him she was happy because her lottery ticket had won...

...but she wouldn't show it to him. Did you find it on her?

No.

We're looking for the guy and we'll call you back.

The file on the revolvers.

Garaudy is there.

The girl from Avignon?

Nothing. There's still the taxis. I'll go now.

We'll send someone else... I need you here.

That's not nice!

I'm sure we'll get him.

We must, you realise?

He's a maniac. He won't stop.

No worries, chief...

Every patrolman in Paris is on the lookout.

The report on thefts and losses of revolvers.

It's crazy, the number of guns that can disappear.

In February we locked up a gangster who'd pinched one off an orderly.

Mallet wants to use the office to question Garaudy.

Garaudy?

About time.

Go in there.

The gun with the hollow-point bullets and the girl on the train don't go together.

They can if we agree he's a sick man.

How has he been able to find them before us?

They bug him because they saw something.

No one kills for no reason.

- Is that you? - No. It's not him. Marseilles.

I have more information.

At the bar where she met her boyfriend...

Thomas bought a lottery ticket that won 700 grand.

Call Antoine.

The boyfriend can't be found.

The ticket number is 13 233, 2nd group.

What number?

13 233, 2nd group.

Warn the lottery people.

I need to get hold of the person who presents that ticket.

Circulate this information to all police stations.

That's less than 250,000 per body. Nobody would kill for that.

Thanks, I'll hold.

People can be killed for a pack of Gitanes.

Interesting development. Move it!

We need to take stock before going off on this new lead.

Isn't it a pretty big lead, though?

Hollow-point bullets and a murderer who finds his victims faster than us...

...in a town he may not know at all.

Or maybe knows very well.

She bought the ticket, but it wasn't found on her.

Make sense?

She's dining with her guy and sees on TV or reads in the paper, the lottery results.

Then?

She remembers the number. Chicks have good memories.

And that, as you know, is the ABC of our trade.

So?

She tells him her ticket has won, but she doesn't show it to him.

Then that got him thinking.

He takes the same train as her, strangles her, and takes her ticket.

He doesn't know if it's worth 700,000 or 7 million... she didn't say.

- Why hadn't she told him? - I knew you'd ask that...

...with your expertise in behavioral psychology.

Initials on the linen.

Initials on the car doors.

Ultra egotism.

Eh? And anyway, why tell him?

Okay, let's take stock. Where are you at?

The possibilities were: crime of passion...

Nothing? Crime of a madman?

Nothing? Then? Crime for money?

- Cabourg? - Nothing new.

We've looked everywhere.

- Rivolani? - He has debts.

So do I.

- Darres? - Nothing in particular.

Regarding her finances…

I phoned her bank.

She had about 3,000 new francs in her account.

- I'll do the taxis. - That wraps it up for tonight.

The only lead remaining, is that of the ticket.

- Boss ? - Yes?

Grazzi, here. You too, Boss.

We mustn't trust a woman who says her age.

- In short? - The Garaudy woman has sworn.

Sworn what?

She told all.

- Swore what ? - She was not on the train.

- What? - Not at all.

He place was booked, but she came on the midday train.

A tale of a rascal.

Her husband worked on Friday, so she took the earlier noon train.

Arrived in Paris, met a guy...

A friend of her husband. I have the address.

She spent the night with him in a hotel.

Saturday morning she went to the station...

...and she came out with the passengers from Marseilles.

Mother-in-law was waiting for her.

That's all I need know.

Marseilles for Mr Tarquin.

Yes?

We found Thomas's boyfriend. He's in the perfume business.

He confirmed the ticket story.

She bought it last Tuesday when she arrived.

In regard to his movements, he has not left Marseilles.

Shit!

Grazzi! The ticket was paid out in Paris at the lottery head office.

Shit!

The employee who paid .

30, 35 years old, dark hair, angular face.

He talked a lot. Peculiar sort, not polite.

I can see him now.

What! Who?

I tell you what he told me.

- He was here 10 minutes ago! - Who ?

- Bob Vatsky! - I let him go.

He has to be brought back.

Drop everything else. I must have him here this evening.

And I mean "this evening"!

Understood?

She lives here, but she wouldn't be home.

When the police find her...

Don't you think 4 is enough?

It's wiping the slate clean.

Leave it! You're crazy.

It's just that she and Garaudy are well guarded, but I'll get there.

And if the wallet in the box is a police trap?

No, someone has found it.

I tell you, the police are completely lost.

That's nice. Nice to think of everything.

She lives in studio 5.

It'll be very easy.

No! Not when I'm here!

You see, nobody there.

She's at work.

I'll hide here and wait for her.

She left the key.

Locked.

I'll try to catch her at work.

It's a quiet neighborhood.

Go to the cafe opposite.

If I miss her, she'll arrive, and you'll call me.

Otherwise, I call you.

I'm summoned to the police.

I'll see you later, when I've finished with her.

The police may...

The police are lost.

And we must continue.

Waiter...

One phone token.

No tokens.

So that's…?

Pay after.

May I speak to Miss Bambi...?

- Sorry... Benjamine Bombat. - Hold the line.

Tell your friends not to call you here.

Yes Ma'am.

Hello, Bambi? Listen carefully.

Do what I tell you. Leave your office immediately...

...and rent a hotel room.

There's one just opposite your office.

You'll give them my name.

Stay there until I arrive arrive.

This is important. Do you understand?

Whats happened?

The guy on the train… He's looking for you too.

We have to call the police!

If you don't call the police, I shall!

- What? - The police!

You will go there, won't you?

I'll contact the police afterwards.

Alright... I'm going.

Miss Bombat, where are you going?

I have to leave.

It's not 6 o'clock.

I simply have to go.

Without good reason, you'll be dismissed.

There's certainly good reason.

- It's yours. - Thanks.

- Another call. - After that guy.

While you're waiting, what will you have?

Nothing… OK a small coffee.

New developments... Your boss is looking for you.

For you, boss, a guy just phoned...

Said he was the 6th passenger...

...That he knows all about the murderer and that he has Bombat in hiding .

He can't call back as he has no money at all.

He'll only talk to Inspector Grazzi and nobody else.

Got to be a nutcase.

Mr Grazziani?

Yes, who are you?

Daniel. I can't give you my name.

What can you tell me?

You'll promise me that...

Anything you want, if you can really help us.

I'm in a bar on Place de Rungis.

One of the killers is here.

He's waiting for Bombat who lives opposite.

But she won't becoming home.

I don't know this guy…

...but I think he may be that friend of Mrs Darres.

- You knew Bombat? - I got to know her on the train.

They want to kill her too.

So…

I told her to hide in a hotel.

Which hotel?

Hotel Arizona, Rue de Moscou.

I haven't come to the police, because…

...I did not know if you'd let me go.

And now, I don't know how I'm going to leave here...

...because I've nothing to pay for the phone with.

Don't budge... We'll come and get you.

How will we recognise you?

I'll stay in the phone booth.

Fine, we're on our way.

What about Bambi?

Hello?

Mr Eric!

Bye, sir. Thanks.

Note... Vatsky, nothing on record.

Okay. Here, I've finished.

There was nobody at Vatsky's, but some photos were found.

Two officers are waiting there.

If you saw inside his place... it's just incredible.

Telex from Darres' bank.

It's confirmation of Jean-Lou's phone call.

Take this down for dissemination.

We are confirming in writing the information given by telephone...

...concerning the account of Eliane Darres.

"A cheque for 60,000 francs…" that's 60 grand....

"…was payable to Rahis, Driving Licence: 75 173 12..."

"cashed Friday 13…"

What are you talking about?

I'm telling you what it says.

My God, it's true…

Get me Jean-Lou.

Get Rahis in here and see if he's on record.

The flaw in this whole affair is here.

- Guess who's been found. - Cabourg.

In person. And in the morgue.

He was killed Saturday in the stadium toilets...

He was found yesterday, Sunday, during the afternoon match.

The officers thought it was some sort of gangland killing.

He was identified by his prints. It's Cabourg.

Yes, the one I suspected.

2 bullets in the neck, silencer, the whole production.

That makes number 4.

He'll kill them all. He has to find Bombat and the…

Who he may have found already...

...before we did, of course.

And the 6th man who phoned, you got him?

What man?

Some know-it-all who wanted to talk to you.

I passed the call to...

Alphonse Rahis who cashed that cheque...

...died in hospital 6 months ago.

Fraud and liver cancer.

Jean-Lou raced off after making a phone call.

He went to find the 6th man.

Are you breaking my balls with this 6th man?!

It's a guy who said he was the 6th person in the compartment.

Where is he?

I gave the phone to Jean-Lou. The guy wanted to talk to you.

He was in a bar with the killer. He was a nutcase.

What else?

That he had no money to pay for the phone call...

...that he had hidden Bombat, and his name was Daniel.

And you didn't think that interesting?

Listen, I was sure it was just a nutter.

You call a guy a nutter who seems to know as much as we do?

A guy we're looking for everywhere?

You don't think that interesting?

Do you have any idea what you're saying?

Fucking idiot!

- The phone number! - I gave it to Jean-Lou.

And Jean-Lou left.

Leave us. Stop everything that's going on.

- Listen… - Clear off!

What's gotten into you?

You don't see what this can mean?

Not really, no.

I've got the goods for you, Chief...

Say goodbye to your promotion.

All joking aside... what do you mean?

We've been looking outside for what was inside.

- Yes? - Hello...

Miss...

10 minutes ago, Jean-Lou Gabert asked you for a number.

Can you give it to me?

There are lots of calls here. I can't remember everything.

It's Gobelins 05 16.

Connect me, quick. And find out who it belongs to.

I'm taking absolute priority over all calls.

Could I speak to Mr Daniel, please?

Speaking.

Daniel... this is Inspector Grazziani.

No. I've just spoken with him.

It's a kid.

Listen to me carefully, my boy...

I know you spoke to someone else, but I'm Grazziani.

Tell me what you said to him.

If you're Grazziani, where were you this morning?

At Eric Grandin's place. You know it?

I was there, too. He's one of the 2 killers.

- There are two? - Two.

They want to eliminate Bombat to wipe the slate clean.

How do you know all this?

Do you know Bombat as well?

I heard them speaking.

One of them is in the bar where I am, but I don't know him.

He's waiting for Bombat to come home. The other one left to wait at her work.

Where's that?

Don't worry, I phoned her.

She's in a hotel. I explained all that!

- Name of the hotel, quick! - Hotel Arizona, Rue de Moscou.

Closest police station to Rue de Moscou.

Tell me, did you give the address to the other guy?

Sure.

A radio-car.

The other one's where you are?

But I don't know who he is.

Look out for a young man of medium height...

Short chestnut hair...

Between 20 and 25 years old. Nice looking boy.

- Shit! - What?

He just left.

Get a car, we're going down.

What else did you tell that guy? One moment.

- Commissioner Zuffi. - Inspector Grazziani.

You have a Hotel Arizona in your area.

Take a squad. You'll find a young girl by the name of Bombat.

Take her into protective custody and arrest anyone who turns up.

We're on our way.

Did you tell him you were the 6th person in the compartment?

- Sure did. - Don't leave.

The police station closest to the bar I was just connected to.

Tell me, my boy, how old are you?

- Are you very brave? - Average.

I've a proposition.

You can accept or refuse.

But if you accept, you'll be helping us a lot.

Keep talking.

The guy that you spoke to on the phone...

He's going to come looking for you.

We want you to stay where you are to wait for him.

In effect you'll be a bit of bait. Get it?

Oh, very well.

I'm the goat tied to a stake to catch the tiger.

It's not quite as serious as that.

The car's ready.

Don't leave... don't budge... We're on our way.

Grab my stuff.

Keep me informed on the car radio.

He's still there?

Thomas posted the lottery ticket from Marseilles. Here's her letter.

It was to buy a piano.

You know, those machines that make music?

The rest is entirely personal.

Forget it... We've no time.

Let him go.

Take the 'cuffs off.

You have to be bastards even when I'm trying to help.

- What? - I was talking about my efforts.

You wouldn't understand.

Can you hear me, Daniel?

I'm on my way to the hotel.

Operator, don't cut as off!

Are you still there?

Yes... I'm still here.

I'm on my way to Bombat's hotel.

Two officers are coming to where you are.

They'll sit down like two customers.

Don't leave the phone, and tell me what happens.

Hello, can you hear me?

Two guys just walked in. They could be killers.

Describe them.

One in a black oilskin and black hat, and the other in a clear plastic raincoat.

It's okay, it's them.

No... it's 2 officers from the local station.

Inspector, there's no guest at the hotel in the name of Bombat.

Search everywhere.

- We don't have a warrant. - Hang on.

- You're sure about the hotel? - Absolutely.

Forget the warrant.

She's there in my name.

- This isn't legal. - So what?

What are you doing?

I told you there's no Bombat staying here!

Search everywhere.

Second floor, quick.

That's the manager's flat!

You'll upset all the guests! It's our busy time.

- Are you finished?! - No, I'm not finished!

POLICE !

- Your ID. - What ID?

I don't have it on me in the bathroom!

No one here!

Force the door!

What a way to behave!

- Miss Bombat? - Yes, who are you?

It's her. Check the other guests.

- It's her? - Yes, it's her .

Her name's not Bombat! They're going to break everything!

- What a bitch. - In you go, Henri!

He was hiding in there.

Hey, who is that?

- Did you kill Eliane Darres? - I haven't killed anyone.

Whose idea was it?

He couldn't stand Eliane. He was jealous.

When she agreed to help me, he became furious.

I was getting tired of her. I preferred to go with him.

But without her, there was no money.

- So you decided… - HE decided... HIM.

He said the only perfect crime was the one with no motive.

We knew Eliane was coming from Marseilles.

So we kill someone in her compartment.

An investigation begins on the murder...

...and we eliminate 2 others, including Eliane.

He said the police investigating the first crime...

...would regard the other victims as witnesses being got rid of.

So Darres was the only real motive?

Obviously.

All that for 60 grand?

How long would it take you to make that 4, 5 years ?

You rotten bastard!

Who signed the cheque?

Me. I forged the signature and he got me Rahis' licence.

That it was taken from police archives.

We just changed the photo.

And you were supposed to get rid of Bombat?

I'm no killer.

I just had to watch her...

He was to finish with the one who could identify me.

Then he had to pick me up at the hotel.

And you talk like it was nothing.

He wants to talk to you.

Daniel?

A 3rd officer has arrived.

What's he look like?

Tall, young... He was with you at Darres' place.

He'll kill him and tell you that he was the killer.

What's he doing?

In the phone booth.

You two get out... I'll stay.

He's told the other two to leave.

Don't move.

You must do exactly as I say.

Which is what?

Don't take any risks now.

Yes, exactly. We can't trust anyone.

You understand? What's he doing?

- Hullo! - He's coming towards me.

Don't be afraid.

Does the door open outwards or inwards?

Outwards.

Good... listen..

What's happening?

He's in front of the booth.

Listen now...

When he goes to open it...

Crash the door at him!

Stop him!

Stop him!

Daniel!

You two with me... Quick...

Jean-Lou!

Drop it!

There... that door!

He jumped out the window!

Block the street... quick!

Go go go!

Shoot, for God's sake! Shoot the tires!

Shoot!

Shoot the tires! Shoot !

- Take him out. - He has a sub-machine gun.

Give me that.

This is family business!

We'll give you a hand.

- You bet! We'll see it all. - Let's go!

A biker gang running after the police!

Get everyone away from here!

Follow us, kiddo!

He's heading towards mid city... warn all patrols.

His roof-light's still flashing.

Block the riverside road. I think he went that way.

We're there!

Watch out, here he is! I'm going to corner him!

Don't be an idiot, Jean-Lou.

Will somebody get me out of here!