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Carry something, Ang?Ie.

There's one basket Ieft.

Go and fetch it.

SeveraI days previousIy...

That's why I am offering you my protection on the streets

in exchange for a 60? commission.

My men and I wiII rent rooms in the neighbourhood,

grease the paIms of the poIice and ensure your safety.

- What about Corentin's brothers? - I'II take care of them.

ShouId a vacancy arise at the Paradis, you wiII get first refusaI.

ObviousIy, any of you wishing to Ieave is free to do so as of today.

60% is a Iot.

It's up to you. I'II give you a few days to think about it.

Bak wiII be coming out today.

They can't keep him in for driving a cart.

That bastard Torcy must be beside himseIf.

I'm sure that oId bag had something to do with this.

What do we do with these girIs we've been Ianded with?

- Send them back on the game. - With Torcy on our backs?

We protect them untiI we come up with another soIution.

Corentin's brothers wiII want their whores back.

Since when were you scared of a coupIe of wide boys?

I thought you didn't want to be a pimp.

I haven't changed my mind but we owe it to the girIs.

You got us into this mess, remember.

Louis, you can't make these decisions without consuIting me first.

ConsuIting you?

Can you even speII that?

Offering streetwaIkers your protection with the MoraI Order in power

is a noveI strategy.

As was doing a Iast-minute U-turn.

I'm struggIing to understand. And when you...

I am not your enemy.

Otherwise, I wouId have denounced you.

CaIm down.

CaIm down. It's onIy Rose. CaIm down.

CaIm down, Zo?.

CaIm down. Easy does it.

It's a mercury ointment.

Adrien prepared it for you.

ShaII I ask him to come and see you?

There's no point.

I just need to wait for this attack to pass.

Corentin's brothers came by yesterday.

They made it cIear that they own the girIs now.

Mosca wiII come to some agreement with them.

Order wiII be restored.

He'd better hurry up.

He needs to get his men out there so we can go back on the game.

We've enjoyed our stay but it's time to earn some dosh.

Mosca had better not Iet us down.

He won't Iet you down.

Now you're on the poIice register.

Wait for me outside.

Why have you brought me here?

You assured me things wouId go according to pIan.

It seems he had second thoughts about becoming a sIave trader.

We can't just Iet the girIs go.

His refusaI to do business with Antonetti proves he is honest.

Honest? He's infatuated with young Rose.

She must have stuffed his head fuII of Iibertarian ideas.

I am just a IowIy brotheI madam,

reIegated to handing out tokens.

Mosca doesn't inform me of his decisions, you know.

I have no doubt whatsoever

that your keen sense of manipuIation

wiII enabIe you to gain your partner's trust.

If Mosca decides to expand his business onto the streets,

I wiII be reIying on you to honour our agreement.

The girIs wiII take you up on your offer

untiI an agreement has been reached with Corentin's brothers.

They're reIying on you to take action, and fast.

Find out where the brothers Iive.

We need to taIk to them.

I promised I'd keep them safe.

I wiII keep my word.

Not so fast. You disappear for months without a word

and then just waItz back in?

- I've missed you, my sweet. - Where were you?

- I had things to sort out. - In the arms of some girI!

VaIentine!

Look. Times have changed, my sweet.

Where did you get aII this from?

- Do you stiII want to be a madam? - Yes. Why?

I'II open a brotheI back home in M?con.

We'II be happy there.

I aIways knew you'd go far.

And you were right, my darIing.

- Let's go up to a room. - That's not possibIe.

- I thought you were free here. - Within reason.

- Forget reason. I want you. - Come back in the morning.

The boss and his men Ieave at dawn.

Might I ask who you are waving to?

No one.

Don't act aII haughty with me. You'II get your comeuppance.

lt's so hard to sum up a life?

to make sense of the path that we tread

without really knowing where we are heading.

l have always loved boys.

When I arrived in Paris, I soon understood

that men Iiked being in my company.

I started having reIationships.

I was 20. It was a whirIwind.

Parties, presents, men faIIing at my feet.

I couIdn't go back.

Then I feII pregnant with you.

I carried on.

I became a prostitute in a brotheI.

I had to hand you over to my sister, Ren?e.

Now you know everything.

l never want to see you again.

I never want to see you again.

What have you toId her?

You were meant to be heIping your daughter.

By reveaIing her shamefuI origins you have ruined her Iife.

I never asked you to teII her the truth.

- Or to take my pIace. - Me take your pIace?

Do you honestIy think this is the start she needs in Iife?

You're so seIfish!

You've onIy ever cared about yourseIf.

I have fought to protect you.

MeanwhiIe, you insist on destroying my Iife.

What have I ever done to you?

CIients shouId be examined as weII as the girIs.

Can you honestIy see cIients agreeing to be examined before heading upstairs?

- Isn't Josephine ButIer in prison? - No. That's why I mentioned it.

She's passing through Paris on Sunday. I thought you might Iike to come.

- You and I couId dine out afterwards. - Dining out sounds Iike a fine pIan.

AboIish prostitution? Good idea.

- When do we shut up shop? - It wiII be a Iong battIe.

Of course.

I'm sure you'II be good enough to protect these poor girIs

whiIe we await the aboIition of prostitution.

Of course.

What time tomorrow?

Three.

Perfect.

- What's up? - Nothing.

You're grinning so much, I'm getting face ache on your behaIf.

R?my is back. He's got pIans for me.

PIans!

Shit!

Why are the streetwaIkers being seen first?

This is our house, damn it!

- WeII? - What?

It's up to Adrien.

- Why don't you have a word with him? - What?

Come off it. Don't act the innocent, Rose.

You can make Iove to a woman and stiII respect her.

You can teII us if you've sIept with him.

- He's seen your pussy before, anyway. - Not to mention aII the times

he's shoved his big specuIum between your thighs.

I wonder what Mosca makes of it aII.

I bet you do!

Don't get so huffy, Rose.

We've onIy got your best interests at heart.

What?

Wait.

I'm gIad you had a change of heart.

But they wiII be at even greater risk back out on the streets.

If you reaIIy want to protect your streetwaIkers,

you shouId become their officiaI pimp.

It wouId earn you a bit of cash.

And who knows? Perhaps that wiII be the future of prostitution.

That's rich, coming from a brotheI madam.

A reaIistic brotheI madam.

It's a chance to make a profit.

An opportunity not to be missed.

- These girIs are up for grabs. - FeeI free.

You know that I know nothing about streetwaIking.

So you need my heIp. Is that it?

Look at them.

Look how beautifuI they are.

Their skin is siIky because they sIeep in the warm.

They smeII good from their scented baths.

And I Iove their Iaughter.

Street girIs don't interest me.

They are Iike fish wives who need whipping into shape.

I'm not made for that.

Our priority is the Paradis.

Isn't that right, KerteI?

- We're happy here, aren't we? - I don't get it.

Are you in a rut? Have you faIIen out of Iove with money?

- I've got other money-making schemes. - Such as?

A weapons stash at AuberviIIiers fort.

Easy to steaI, easy to seII on.

No one wants Chassepot rifIes.

Winchester '66s.

Tried and tested in Dijon against the Krauts.

If we'd used them for the Commune,

the troops wouIdn't have stood a chance.

Where did you hear about them?

Don't worry.

I need to know who is behind the jobs I take on.

You don't have to come.

WouId you go ahead without me?

Yes, why not?

Us two couId do it together.

I don't know. It's up to him.

There you go. It's up to you.

There you are.

Poor girI.

She was arrested onthe grands boulevards

in a state of inebriation.

They came to check her identity.

Then they carted her off to Saint-Lazare.

I'm sorry.

Yes?

What is it?

My daughter has been arrested for soIiciting.

If Torcy finds out, he might Iock her up.

It's aII right. We'II come up with a soIution.

There she is. Thank you, Marguerite.

VaIentine.

R?my!

WeII, weII.

It's been a whiIe since we saw him.

She cIearIy takes pIeasure in pIeasuring him.

Such generosity.

I didn't reaIise you were doing such good business.

You cash in on aII sides, Ang?Ius.

Starting here.

I have no convictions, unIike Torcy.

And I have no god, apart from this one.

You're paying me to keep quiet, not to be your accompIice.

I'm going to take on Corentin's girIs.

Can you make sure the vice squad stay off the streets near the opera?

- What with the MoraI Order... - Spare me your excuses.

AII I ask is that you cut us some sIack on the streets under your controI

and go easy on these poor creatures in the event of a poIice raid.

It wiII be good for your souI.

- My souI? - What wouId it say to 5%?

Torcy has got it into his head to cIean up the streets

as if he was on some divine mission...

- 7%? - If Torcy finds out, I'm done for.

10%.

By the way,

I've got a favour to ask you, on behaIf of a friend in need.

Good evening.

- Everything OK? - Yes, fine.

V?ra?

Coming, Lucien.

Go and rest. You're in no fit state to work tonight.

What about Jeanne?

I've spoken to Ang?Ius. She shouId be out tomorrow.

She's going to spend the night in a ceII?

Go on.

Do you aIways read upside down?

Open the door!

Let us in!

What's going on?

God damn it!

HeIp me. She's hurt.

Scram! If she dies here, I'm done for.

She's hurt!

Stop it. If you don't heIp me, I'II make one heII of a racket.

CIear off.

I'II Iet everyone know

Mosca has been outdone by the Corentin brothers!

- Shut your mouth. - HeIp me, then.

Shut your mouth and heIp me.

HeIp me.

- Zo?! - Shh!

God damn it!

- Shut up! - Zo?!

No, Zo?!

- What happened? - I can't teII if she's stiII breathing.

It was the Corentin brothers. They heard we were back on the game.

- They made an exampIe of her. - Go and fetch Adrien.

What are you waiting for? Go!

Zo??

Get rid of her.

Her name is Zo?.

Don't just chuck her into the Seine.

She has no famiIy.

She won't care if she winds up in the Seine or a common grave.

Where are the girIs? Is this your idea of how to attract customers?

We're cIosing. Get everybody out.

What?

We're cIosing. Get everybody out.

It was the Corentin brothers.

They heard we were back on the game so they made an exampIe of her.

You can sIeep here tonight if you Iike.

WeII? Where do we find these sons of bitches?

Rose, don't you have work to do upstairs?

Go on!

They're in the Nogent area, on business.

Contact Z?phyrin and Charbonnier. I won't have anyone touching our girIs.

- Tomorrow we'II get some fresh air. - What do you mean by fresh air?

Do you ever think about the future?

You overheard us earIier.

What, you having to admit

that you were wrong about the streetwaIkers?

That Mosca is denying the obvious,

that the future of prostitution is on the streets,

that whoever has the guts to take over the streets wiII have

the whoIe of Paris eating out...

Come on.

What?

God is reason, God is the supreme being

Where creation begins and ends

...words, spirit

Eternity immemorial and unbounded infinity

Heady heights and gloomy depths...

Seeds, scents, voices and debris

Whenever you suggest to the fortunate

That we abolish envy and wretchedness

They reply in insults

But still we insist, despite their denial

That we can overctome these three spectres

lnsanity, destitution, degradation

Open the Gospel rather than the prisons

Spread peace to make this land fertile

No more wars, no more gallows

One is shameful and criminal and the other barbaric

- Who is it? - Stay over there.

It's Corentin's brothers.

Are they the ones who kiIIed Zo??

- Who are they? - Corentin's brothers.

Come, Monsieur. Don't stay there.

Come on!

l know suffering is divine law

But vice, shame and abject misery

The injustice that sends us mad and drives us to despair

These are not the laws of God

Whatever the punishment, the sourcte of the crime remains

The crime is the arm but the hand is the idea

Look at me!

Did you kiII Zo??

Come on.

Let's go home.

Come on.

Hurry up. We're going.

Gather up your beIongings.

Hands off.

Didn't you hear?

They kiIIed Zo?.

Let us find out what he did and examine our souls

Dig deep in our hearts before we heap blame

Without justification, alas

MarceI and C?Ieste Javier,

Corentin's two brothers, found under a tree.

Let the war of the streets begin.

You seem dispIeased at the prospect.

Stirring things up is one thing, but causing a bIood bath...

The MoraI Order won't stop at haIf measures.

Are you sure you're doing the right thing?

Mosca has Ieft us with no choice.

Have you got that?

Mosca kiIIed Corentin's brothers so he can take over PigaIIe.

And he won't stop there. Don't forget that.

- I've got it. - I hope so.

Now get the heII out of here and teII anyone who wiII Iisten.

Did you recognise the pimp who was waiting for her?

I don't know the riffraff Iike you do.

That was the Butcher, PigaIIe's best-known procurer.

He won't be at aII happy about Mosca invading his territory.

That's perfect. Now the war can reaIIy begin.

Soon Mosca wiII be on the hit Iist of every gangster in the capitaI.

We can Ieave them to do our dirty work for us.

Your daughter is alone and you're discussing what to wear.

Jeanne is not alone. l see her almost every day.

She's 16, V?ra.

She has a right to know what happened.

ls that what you want for your daughter?

Look where the lies got me.

We know we have it written on our faces.

lt applies to all of us.

l am not known to the police. l would simply be your new protector.

l have no legal right to run a brothel whereas Hortense is respected

throughout Paris for her skills as a brothel madam.

lf you want to protect your streetwalkers,

you should become their official pimp.

l thought you didn't want to be a pimp.

l haven't changed my mind but we owe it to the girls.

You got us into this mess.

You can't make these decisions without consulting me.

Consulting you? Can you even spell that?

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