Original subtitles

Love bites

I told you to get lost!

Well?

Wiseass Antoine! You made me look like a jerk!

You don't need my help!

Right, keep it up!

Who d'you think you are, jiving others?

You're the pits, a leech! Useless to society!

And you're a public service, right?

Get the hell outta here!

I'm meeting Etienne!

Get lost before I murder you.

Yes, we had a meeting that night.

Though our meetings left room for life's surprises.

Life in general and night life, in particular.

Antoine went out a lot.

Anyway, he tried, since his reputation as a leech preceded him.

I tended to go home, not alone, if possible.

The generation gap!

That night, we both would've done well to miss that meeting.

- Hey! How's it going? - Okay.

I didn't have a chance to thank you the last time.

- What time? - You know, the party for...

your new film. What's it called?

I never saw you before. Excuse me...

you turned me on to some great shit.

Tonight's on me. You'll see, a-1 stuff.

Now I remember you!

- How's it goin'? - Great.

- Coming to the moderne? - Why not?

C'mon.

- Hi, Gerard? - You doing okay?

You're dead. You've been dead for the past 5 seconds.

He's with me.

How's it going, Dimitri?

Yeah, let's have it now.

Wait... shit! You'll laugh.

Or maybe you won't...

the stuff must've fallen out of my pocket.

Bummer!

Hold on, maybe it's...

wait! It's coming back to me...

I just realized. It wasn't you after all, it was...

I'm real sorry.

But you got some stuff on you, no?

That stunt won't work with me.

That bouncer hates my guts, I swear it!

You get up people's noses.

Not a "wiseass," a "pest."

"Wiseass" has a better ring.

- What're we doing tonight? - You, I dunno. Us, nothing.

A nice little video at home. Marie's tired.

Very tired.

Very tired.

Maybe pop in on a friend first.

- Real quick? - Real quick.

Any bashes you can get me into?

You'll have to find your own some day.

But there's one. Gimme a pen.

Something to write on?

But no guarantees.

No problem.

How's it going... Marie?

Marie's just fine.

Here you go, fella.

I'll quit pestering you. Keep in touch?

Keep in touch.

I'm gonna kill you.

One piece of shit less. Plus it'll make others think.

Yeah, right.

In the pen, guys in caps watch the door.

Take a 20-year break.

Dumb prick! Who'll care when you're not around to freeload?

You're useless.

Hey, Jordan!

How's it goin'?

See ya.

- He heard you? - Yeah, he heard me.

See the guy who just passed?

Now that's a real lord of the night.

You feel good to have him at your place.

But we don't want you around.

In fact, you won't be. You're already dead.

You're on borrowed time.

Got a toothache?

Yeah, a toothache.

Keep it up, and all your teeth'll be aching.

Hi, Antoine.

Hi, how're things?

Our chances?

Not great.

Together we may have a chance.

Sorry, you're not listed.

Look, this is an outrage! We must be on the list.

- It's a private party. - There must be a way.

Let me go look for the person who invited us.

Sorry.

Who invited you?

It was Jordan.

I'm sure he's already here.

Jordan who?

Jordan... everyone calls him Jordan.

Describe him?

Sure I can. Jordan's a friend, he's...

he's always in his limo.

He's a lord of the night.

He'd never do this.

We get an invite, plus we get chewed out.

Go on in.

We apologize for the questions.

Have a nice evening.

I don't believe it.

I'm gonna get a little pick-me-up.

- Still don't touch 'em? - I'll stick to bubbly.

And feed my face. That's the aim of the game.

See you later.

Now this is a party!

Hello... 'evening...

how you doing?

Some people can get in even if they're not Russian.

'Evening.

I know you.

- Sure, I've seen you before. - No.

Come over here.

Sure, sure, I know you.

- You're the postman's daughter. - The postman's daughter?

You're a film actress. I saw you el postino, with Patrick Noiret.

- So, you an actress? - No, a dancer.

Dance dancing or...

come with us, sir?

- You mean me? - Someone would like to see you.

Wrong number, guys. I don't dance slows with men.

They wanna dance.

- Don't make us use force. - Just this dance.

Pals of mine. Always goofing off.

Cut it out! Let go!

What is all this?

What do you want?

Your passport's expired.

I'll renew it. In the meantime, by what right...

Antoine Venequiste. 18 rue de Bourgogne. Your address?

Used to be. It's my ex-wife's.

You a night owl?

Yes, you are. That much is obvious.

Why the third degree?

You said at the door that Jordan invited you, that he was to join you.

It's been a while. He's still not here?

Dunno. Maybe he had a change of plans.

Describe Jordan to me.

But I know him! We go way back.

I saw him earlier, he said to meet him here.

But he's the kind to show at 5 a.m.

He's the last to leave a party, a wild guy.

The hungover mornings we've seen together!

Lucky you. Personally, I've never seen this man Jordan.

I throw these parties precisely to make his acquaintance.

But I'll settle for you.

Hold on. This is almost laughable.

What I've told you is not exactly true.

Actually, I know him, so to speak... not at all.

I just used his name, like I would Elton john or Dalai lama.

It was just a plan.

And a good one. Here you are.

Now, for your pains, you can find Jordan for me.

Hire a detective. That's right up their alley.

But you're just like him: A night owl.

This way, your roamings will have a purpose.

And a motivation.

One million francs. 100,000 now, the rest when you find Jordan.

Keep your dough. I'm not the guy you need. Honestly.

You're just what I need.

Sit!

- How's it going? - Fine.

What d'ya mean, porn?

He's a photographer who shows in galleries and stuff.

Why, no... who told you to shave your puss?

Which assistant? The tall one?

He's a jerk.

Listen to me: They're just test shots, to see how you take the light.

A bit of breast, so?

A bit of ass, too? They're photos.

You have to finish them.

Don't throw it away.

Don't throw it away, it'll help you all life long.

Do the photos. Nothing'll happen. It's a cool deal.

Do the photos.

Finish them. You'll thank me.

I swear, it's a cool deal.

So finish them. Love you...

I don't believe it. It's exhausting.

And in 3 months, she'll end up like the others...

a tattooed butt and a ringed button.

But they all start out the same, doing their goody-goody act.

I oughta do a cassette, to save time and breath.

That was really...

so, guys, how's tricks?

Something weird happened.

What now? Whatcha having?

Champagne.

Can you...

if it weren't for the bread, I'd say you were into something not kosher.

Who is the guy, anyway?

Dunno. Don't even know his name.

I know a guy at internal security.

I sometimes buy info

on some horny night creatures.

Fork out a few bills,

and he might enlighten you on your mystery client.

But how? I only have a cell phone number.

It's a cinch for those boys.

Come to think of it,

this Jordan rings a bell.

He must've been in here two or three times.

He may just show up

in an hour and you collect

the rest of your cash.

And we can spread the word. Someone's bound to spot him.

- Yeah, sure. - Of course.

Fucking night!

It's good to be home.

I need to talk to you.

Later. I've had a rough night.

You live here or what?

Just as soon

as the sun goes down

every night is when

my day begins

- new suit. - A job implies expenses.

Listen good.

I take bastille and the halles, you, pigalle and the champs.

We can leave messages at the 1001 nights.

- Sure thing. Andiamo! - Hold your horses!

A job implies expenses.

Cough up some bills.

Will that do?

See you later.

Folks like me are a dime a dozen

they all run after

the good old days

living by night

no, no, it's no way to live

but it's my life

listen

listen to the piano

listen

listen to what it has to say

every night

I'm in a different scene

of the lost souls theatre

living by night

it's no way to live

but it's my life

it was in Berlin, 6 months ago.

But he left me quite a souvenir. Wanna see?

I'm sure the scumbag was after my jugular.

What happened?

After the first set, I passed the hat around.

When I came up to him, he said I couldn't play.

They both looked stoned.

Both?

He was with a chick.

Dressed like a lady and a whore.

She looked unhealthy,

like she was sick.

So he pulls out a roll and tells me

to stay backstage.

I sent him packing.

That's when his bitch threw

her bloody Mary in my face, laughing like a hyena.

I didn't wait.

Lady or no lady, I slapped her.

That's when he went for my throat.

Express mail?

You kidding me? I just finished the package.

I didn't think.

- Can't it wait till tomorrow? - His birthday's tonight.

C'mon, be nice.

I'm waiting for a babe.

Ask anyone. Just slip him 50 francs and he'll run it.

Hang on.

- Yeah? - A glass of champagne.

- Got anything smaller? - No.

I'm outta change at this hour.

You gotta order six glasses.

Let's start with the first one.

I'm looking for a friend.

He's a bit weird.

- His name's Jordan. - So he's your friend.

Yeah, why? A friend of yours, too?

Has he been in tonight?

Couple of hours ago.

Alone?

No, he came with his big-tittied brunette.

You a cop or something?

Him, a cop? You're tired.

You know what?

I'll leave you this.

So you can call me if he comes around.

Call me.

Who told you I was a fink?

- I didn't mean... - I'd be curious to know.

I didn't mean to say...

my mug tells you that?

Not at all...

maybe I look like a squealer!

Or you checked the yellow pages under I for louse

and it listed me by mistake.

- I'm curious. Can you tell me? - Don't get mad...

shove your mint new bill up your ass.

I don't know where you pal is.

Don't know where he is,

but I know where they'll be in an hour.

- Will you tell me? - Sure.

But not for a 500-franc note.

For what, then?

Chihuahua!

This way, please.

- Hi there. - Hi.

Excuse me.

He has a gift for Raoul.

Venequiste!

He! Venequiste!

Venequiste.

Don't you recognize me?

Gutter!

Arnaud gutter! Sure, how could I forget you?

- Come drink with us. - I'm waiting...

I'm with a girlfriend. Move!

Here. Sit!

Sit down. Meet Christelle.

Nice to meet you.

She's my slave.

Come here often?

No, I'm delivering a package to a certain Raoul.

I don't know who he is.

You don't know Raoul?

Hear that? He doesn't know Raoul!

Doesn't know Raoul!

- You must meet Raoul. - I'm about to.

You'll see! He's really something.

Shit.

Woo!

They're the pits.

You'll see. Raoul's really something. I only come here because of him.

Because the other spots... been there, done that.

But Raoul always has wild ideas.

But don't forget the saying: Laughter and lust don't mix.

Yeah, lust, sure...

that's the karaokazoo semifinals.

The first nude karaoke.

An idea of Raoul's.

Still a few losers at this stage of the game.

But the karaokazoo finals turn into the Grammys.

There they go! Look!

Love it! Every night's like this!

Every night's like this!

Raoul's a prince when it comes to atmosphere.

Look over there!

There! You see?

That's Raoul. Just fab.

Don't you two sing?

I just watch.

That's good. So things are booming?

Can't complain. I got my own firm.

- Really? - It's called pinocchio.

I'm in 50/50 with dtk-lamf.

They buy me out in three years and I take off for Bali.

Sounds great.

I'm a media-planning consulting consultant.

"Consulting consultant"! Not just anyone can do that.

Take a look at yourself.

And what can you do?

Delivering dildos to swap clubs?

When I worked under you, I couldn't stand you.

I was glad you got sacked.

And now, even though time's gone by,

I still can't stomach you, see.

I shouldn't have gone up to you now,

but it was the chance to get it off my chest.

You feel liberated.

You bet, now piss off!

Piss off!

Sit still, you!

- Can I help you? - Good evening.

It's from... don't know his name... at the custom bar.

The squirrel routine!

Sending me a squirrel!

I'm just the errand boy.

It's the wrong errand!

You like squirrels,

so we're gonna pierce your dick. With a screwdriver.

I can explain, it's simple.

Don't move! Don't move!

Scumbag!

Did Raoul enjoy his gift?

I wish I could've seen his face,

and yours, when you realized the real gift was you.

Hold on, hold on...

maybe now you'll cut the Columbo act.

Understand?

Now how about giving me that address.

You're right. You earned it.

Your albino must be hanging out in that hip joint...

what's it called now? Lemme ask...

please do.

- What's it called? - The moderne.

That's it. The cafe moderne.

If it isn't the living dead man!

I got no time to kill you now, but I can break a finger or two.

It's about yesterday. I really acted dumb. I wanted to apologize.

For the trouble I caused...

I'll buy you a drink and we'll settle...

this way we bury the hatchet, okay?

That's for the time you made me waste.

For the embarrassment, you pay in kind.

Not the wiseass now.

You're a bigger piece of shit than I thought.

You don't deserve to live...

- 'evening, Gerard. - Evening.

I'll waste you.

In the meantime, piss off before I break your arm.

You're a real jerk.

Gerard!

My car!

Antoine, she's not healthy.

What d'you mean? Is she sick?

Guys who had her

all say she scared 'em.

And the horniest don't scare easy.

But she's really weird.

What about her boyfriend, Jordan? What's he think?

The big stiff? He's her brother.

Her brother!

Yeah. He's a real number himself.

Thanks.

Want some?

What?

Sorry, I was staring. That's really rude.

I was just admiring your dexterity.

It just takes practice. Try it.

You'll see for yourself.

It wasn't only your dexterity I was admiring.

Really.

I was admiring you, too.

That explains the gawking.

But I guess I'm not the only one to stare at you.

But I didn't slobber all over.

You're not doing too badly for the moment.

That deserves some encouragement.

Violaine.

Antoine.

Delighted. That's a pretty name, Violaine.

Think so?

Yet it's got rape and hate in it.

There's someone behind you waving at you.

He's insistent. It must be important.

It's nothing.

Who knows? When you're done, I might still be around.

Or I might not.

See you later.

What'd you do to the bouncer?

He's got his friends out after your hide.

- Woah! - Huh?

- Who was that cruella? - Jordan's sister.

His sister? No shit.

It's some family matter.

Secret children or runaways

the old man wants to find. Some shit like that.

He can tell his son you don't bite people on the neck.

I spoke to a sax player he attacked.

- Your man's got a screw loose. - Later. I can't let her leave.

Think they're gonna let you leave?

What?

Shit, I'm screwed.

I'll call in the cavalry.

I don't care.

Ask your colleagues, inspector. They know me.

Maybe. But we're too expensive for you, asshole.

Me, peddling drugs...?

Gotta li...?

I have to hand it to you, nice work!

In my time, I've been picked up in clubs before,

but tonight was a first.

A first what?

For a guy to provoke a drug raid

just so he can say to me:

It's too crowded here. How about someplace quieter?"

They're paid with our taxes. They can help us once in a while.

So far, you haven't made a wrong move.

- It'll downhill from here. - Why do you say that?

Usually, I'm a rotten lay the first time.

We're not there yet.

Where're we headed, anyway?

Dunno.

Where do you want to go?

You decide. Surprise me.

You may think I don't have much imagination,

but I think we've met before.

Really?

When and where might that have been?

One fine day? Or one night?

Probably one night. I tend to live off-hours.

So do I.

Nights are less disappointing.

To bed or not to rise - that is the question.

I go out a lot. So do you, if I understand right.

Even if you do it for philosophical reasons.

Yeah, right. Bedroom philosophy. Or barroom philosophy.

I'm waiting for the truth to explode from these little bubbles.

Tell me...

at the cafe moderne,

were you alone?

This time...

you've asked a pointless question.

I thought maybe you were there with a friend, or some friends...

what if I was?

What do you care who I went in with

since I left with you?

Where to now?

It's over here.

What'd I tell you about first nights?

How 'bout that...

I don't like going braless.

My breasts are too heavy. They droop, flop around.

I've always had a complex about them.

You shouldn't.

Look familiar?

Should it?

It's the exact copy of the one Janet Leigh wears in psycho.

I'd never have guessed. The panties either.

I love lingerie from the 50s and 60s.

I collect it.

Is that really necessary? It's not my wife,

but my dry cleaner says it's hard to get out.

I read a book by a guy who has this theory

about the amount of lipstick prostitutes use on their mouth.

Contrary to what people think,

it's not to turn men on, but to keep them at a distance.

They use lipstick as a shield,

so at least their lips stay pure.

Besides,

the term in both English and french

is lip-stick and rouge a levres,

not mouth rouge.

It's just the opposite with me.

It's my mouth that does the most work.

Fine.

I'm going to bleed him like all the others.

Let's have some fun first. You're not fucking this jerk.

We have no choice, little sister. We're the last two!

- Let go! I told you I don't want to! - Come back here!

What the hell happened to you?

I had an interview with a vampire.

Look, this may not be the right time, but I have to talk to you.

Our new head manager has a close eye on us.

We can't keep up the same deal.

Really? Why not?

They've been doing spot checks on membership.

If I'm caught giving you free member privileges, I'm out on my ass.

- So what's the lousy fee? - Don't get angry.

It's not my fault.

How much?

5,500 francs for full membership. But there are cheaper rates.

Is that all?

No wonder this third-rate gym is crawling with such geeks!

It's the stinko rates!

Here.

Take 'em!

That enough? Keep the change!

Let me sleep now.

You bastard!

- Brigitte? - Your debts are your problem!

Don't drag my daughter into it!

What're you talking about?

A black goon outside the day care center when I went to pick up charlotte.

He said they were getting worried,

just like I'd worry if I didn't have news of my daughter.

That's all he said!

Who was that guy?

Answer me! Say something!

I can explain, just calm down.

- Stop it. Calm down. - Not a word from you in 3 years!

Then some nutcase comes and threatens my little girl.

How dare you!

Calm down.

Calm down and I'll explain it all.

There's this lunatic who wants to force me to do something.

But he won't touch your daughter.

I swear it. Trust me.

You'd better be right, Antoine.

Believe me, you'd better be right.

I've got a new life, understand?

It was tough, but now I've got a new life.

Do what you like with yours, but leave me out.

In normal circumstances, it shouldn't bother me.

But seeing you after all this time, still mixed up in lousy scams,

I can't help it, it gets to me.

- This can't be the man I knew... - that's enough!

Why get mixed up in that stuff?

Tell me, why?

It's for the bubbles, Brigitte.

Yeah, the bubbles.

- Bubbles? - I love watching bubbles.

I never tire of them. It's like watching the ocean or a fireplace:

It's always the same, but always different.

The smaller they are, the more precious they are.

That's what it comes down to:

I'm stuck on bubbles.

That's tough. Do what you want, it's your life.

But leave my daughter out of your crap.

Get that? Leave my daughter alone!

You're in the shit up to your eyeballs.

My police pal got the dope on your client.

I took notes. It's pretty spicy.

The guy's name is Abraham van Bulow.

Swiss resident,

holder of a un diplomatic passport, how 'bout that? My pal says

- he's the sculmer and muldy... - scully and mulder.

Right... of the un.

But his thing isn't UFOs, it's sects,

satanism, the paranormal, all that shit.

"Paranormal." that's the word.

He gonna tap-dance, too?

That it?

It was hard enough finding this.

Your client's as connected as they come. Untouchable.

You'd better find that guy.

He'll hound you till you do.

Look on the bright side:

A million is a nice tidy sum.

Nothing to sneeze at.

But did you see at what price? You're funny.

Antoine...

for you. Guy's phoned 5-6 times. Won't say his name.

Hello.

Who is this?

Ball-buster!

I'm no hypochondriac, but I sure freaked out.

Look.

I rushed to the ER. Nothing.

I took the test again and again. Zilch.

That first time, while I waited 48 hours for the results,

I was shitting bricks.

I'd noticed the guy two or three times,

I liked the way he and his chick looked. So I took some shots.

That fucking did it. They leaped at my throat,

made me give them the film.

You gave it?

You kidding? Come look.

I gave him a blank roll.

- So you got a mug shot of Jordan? - You bet.

You gotta be suicidal to play vampire nowadays.

I thought aids had pink-slipped the whole trade guild.

Think about it: A guy who thinks he's a vampire

doesn't care about germs.

- Think so? - Sure.

'Cause to start with, a vampire's already dead.

That's why he's a vampire.

So once he's dead, he don't give a shit about getting sick.

You got a point there.

It won't be long now.

Hang on, I'll be right back.

Raoul? It's just Jean-Louis.

Yeah, that's it. Exactly, yeah...

in a couple of minutes.

Now we just wait till it dries.

Who's the guy in the wool hat?

No idea.

Funny, that face rings a bell.

I guess he looks like Joe blow.

Stop the meter, Bub. You've arrived.

We'll drive the gentleman now.

Don't be too hard on Jean-Louis.

A photog's gotta be friends with everyone.

Move it.

This is where we usually soup up factory model cars.

Do some tuning, like they call it.

We're gonna do some customizing on your face.

We're gonna do some body work on you.

You're not gonna pass inspection.

Meet my mechanics.

Hang on, guys. This misunderstanding's been blown out of proportion.

- Let's talk it out. - It's like a bikers' club,

if you want, only they don't got any bikes.

Their club's called the beefcake club. Right, fellas?

Okay, break out the rubbers.

What's this, guys...

you don't mean to tell me...

I don't fucking believe this!

Come to a gangbang without rubbers!

What a bunch of dickheads!

We can't bunghole him without protection.

We don't know the guy.

Then what do we do to him?

- Don't feel obliged to... - shut the fuck up!

What can I say?

If we can't bust his ass, we bust his face.

I'd prefer that.

Oh, would you?

We've had our fun. Now we just wait for Gerard.

You really fucked up by provoking Gerard.

Gerard's connected. He does what he wants.

So you're the "wiseass"?

I get called that. Why?

He's not gonna kill you...

- no. - Just cut out your tongue.

He says the worst we can do

is not to knock you off,

but to let you live without being able

to open your fat puss again.

You really musta pissed him off!

How's he gonna cut out his tongue?

Dunno. With pruning shears.

Or a razor.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.

It's a question of taste.

Oh, shit! It's Gerard!

Let's get outta here!

Move it! Fast!

Gerard's not the one with friends, I am!

I have a black and a white guardian angel!

You bumfuckers!

If I were lying low, I wouldn't answer the phone.

I know, I know.

I don't know what her problem was.

Pay you back, what else?

Gimme me some time and...

don't talk to me that way. That's not nice.

I won't stand for that kinda talk.

Two days? What can I do in two days?

As for those duds, now's the time.

Hello?

Fuck!

What's the matter?

The matter is you're not the only one in the shit!

Tell me about it.

I put these guys onto a bitch to do a friendly video.

Dunno why, but the cunt didn't deliver.

If I don't pay 'em back in 2 days, I'm up shit creek.

The matter is, I'm screwed!

Fucking bitch! I'll murder her!

That's the answer, beat up on a chick.

You and your bullshit scams!

Spare me the sermons.

The shit's gonna hit the fan!

Owe a lot?

If we find those two zombies, will your share cover it?

Yeah, sure.

But to get pissed on by faggots,

the old man's gonna have to up the ante.

You and her get in... you don't.

Her?

Never saw her.

How's it going?

Last warning, Antoine.

I didn't get to thank you for a great night.

Get this, Antoine, I can't let you lead him to me.

So cut it out. Or I'll kill you.

Nothing but threats for the past 3 days...

the other guy's trying it, too.

Let's talk over drinks.

You have to stop following me.

All this is over your head. Drop it.

"All this" what?

What's van Bulow want with you?

Etienne!

Etienne!

Etienne!

She's headed upstairs!

Out of the way, dammit!

Where'd he go?

Here we are looking for someone who knows that washout

in the waffen ss lassie t-shirt

and that bitch was shaking her tits under our noses.

What'd you say?

What'd you say?

I said, that bitch shaking her tits.

- Why didn't you say so earlier! - What d'ya mean, "earlier"!

How could I know she'd be here shaking her tits?

Stand in line!

Cut it out. Let's go.

Etienne.

There he is.

There he is. Coming?

I said no. I've got 160/90 blood pressure.

I gotta avoid stress.

What about me?

You don't have clogged arteries. Do what you like.

Sleep well, then.

We're not open yet.

If it isn't Mr. Dhl!

Sorry, fella, no pick-ups today.

That's okay, I'm not picking up today,

I'm delivering.

Oh, yeah? What?

Self-defens'orama. A deal.

Sex shop, 125 frs.

You held back something.

You little sneak!

When Jordan and the femme fatale hung out in your shithole,

they came with a regular.

Him: Name, address. Now.

Dunno who he is.

Take a closer look.

- You never saw that either? - Fuck you! I'm no fink.

I'm not a sadist, by nature,

but life has its exceptions.

You won't get anything outta me!

Aaah!!!

Oh, shit.

Go ahead and break 'em all, asshole!

You haven't got the balls!

Aaah!!!

Go on, fuckface! Bust 'em all,

and win a teddy bear!

Who gives a shit? I'm insured!

An accident!

Okay. For chrissake, stop!

Anyway, I don't know much.

Everybody calls him "dogman".

I don't know his name or address. I swear!

That it?

Stop, goddammit!

He wants to be called dogman. He gets a kick out of it.

He imports pit bull terriers for dog fights.

He's got a place...

a hanger in the 'burbs. The address is on the flier.

Not my bm 6!

The mutts are banned, so they smuggle 'em in.

To work 'em up into a rage, they beat and starve 'em...

then they sell or enter 'em in illegal fights.

See how wacko they are?

Anyone who hates dogs that much

can't be all bad.

You don't get it.

With all the dough involved,

it's not run by homeboys, but by the mob. The real thing.

Look.

Shut the fuck up!

- You're not going in there! - Why else are we here?

We'll follow him...

approach him in a nice, safe place.

What's with you?

These paranoids worry about their mutts getting stolen.

With no forewarning,

the guy shoots first, asks questions later.

What d'we do dead?

I disagree. The hell with the money.

If I hear anything, I'm outta here. Don't say I didn't warn you.

- You're a wimp. - You bet.

500,000 frs to get my head smashed in, no thanks.

Count me out.

- Shut up! - Did it go all right?

Sure. He tore the other dog to bits.

Even the referee's jaw dropped.

And he's used to seeing real killers.

He called this one a mean motherfucker.

Take him to the vet?

Cunt! So he can call the cops?

I'll dope him up, then patch him up with the stapler.

He'll have another good trashy scar in a few weeks. Great for his image.

Outta my way.

Come here, little doggy.

For the next fight, the stakes'll go up 2 or 3,000 francs.

Not to mention his sperm.

We can get at least 12,000 francs a jar with what he did tonight.

But she's had it.

I'll probably execute her tomorrow.

Why kill her? We can breed her.

Sure! Let her have runts and kill my reputation!

The mutts I sell are super killers.

That's where the bread is. You're too damn stupid to understand!

He needs another painkiller shot.

I'll go get the syringe.

It's right here.

No, the other one.

What other one? This is our only one.

I know what I'm doing, cunt.

Don't worry, he won't kill you tomorrow.

Don't worry.

Come on in for a better view.

Shut up!

Here's the syringe I meant!

- Who's he? - Just get the cuffs.

Move it. Move it!

Which ones? The studded ones,

or the regular steel ones?

Whichever, it's to bind his hands!

Move it!

Turn around!

Legs apart!

Like in the movies. Go on.

Trying to steal my dogs? You'll be their dinner.

I came about Jordan and Violaine.

It's you Tony warned me about.

They'll still devour you. I'll save on dog meat.

Hands on your head. Over there!

Stop! Easy...

shut up!

I'm scared of dogs!

Try defending yourself with one hand free.

Your pal Violaine's bitten me enough.

She's wild, ain't she? With her vampire act...

she's really bonkers.

Who's this Violaine?

Shut up, cunt.

Take it easy!

Go get the camcorder.

We'll film this motherfucker getting torn apart.

I'll put it on internet. We'll really cash in.

Move it!

I'm on a winning streak tonight. Tomorrow the lottery!

What d'you want from Violaine?

Don't move.

Don't move. I gotta get the focus.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

- When I say so... - don't do it!

Etienne, do something!

- Like what? - Do something!

What?

Do something! Kill him!

It doesn't affect him!

Where the hell you going?

- Careful! - Don't move!

- Careful! - I'll snuff him!

He's the devil!

Where'd he go?

For chrissakes!

I don't believe this!

Shut the hell up!

He chewed up my shoe.

- It's good leather. - Easy!

- For chrissakes. - It's okay.

It coulda been your foot.

Your feet are for walking. You still got 'em.

My dog.

Motherfuckers. What'd you do to my dog?

What you did to your wife!

Fuck that fat sow! She'll do for dog meat.

But my dog was worth 45,000 francs!

Shut up!

C'mon then, ask your questions, then beat it.

Okay... Jordan. Violaine.

It was at a Swiss boarding school.

A Swiss boarding school, you?

The recession must've hit you hard.

- The other foot. - Take it easy!

My father was gardener

and cleaned johns, my mother made the grub.

Rich kids don't often talk to servants' kids,

but not the charliers.

What'd you call 'em?

Violaine and Jordan Charlier.

They were poor little rich orphans.

- So? Jordan? Violaine? - Violaine was already wacky.

She only saw her brother. He protected her.

The other kids made fun of their sickness.

What sickness?

Asshole! You guys are so out to lunch!

What d'you mean?

It was really weird.

They hated daylight. Like albinos, minus the white skin and red eyes.

So the other kids called them vampires.

So Jordan started biting, for kicks.

Shut up!

The kids quit hounding them, but quit talking to them, too.

Except me.

Gotta be an albino to talk to you.

Asshole!

- So you've stayed in touch. - No.

After school, we lost touch.

I ran into Violaine in a club.

We cross paths sometimes now, but she's always the one to call.

She's one rich night owl.

What about Jordan?

I haven't seen Jordan in years.

And this was taken years ago?

What's the connection?

Think I'm a moron? This was taken last month.

What I mean is, that's me and Violaine,

but that's not Jordan. It's anyone but Jordan.

- So where's Jordan? - Ask Violaine.

What area has the fewest charliers?

The west suburbs. Only 56 of them.

So you can imagine the others.

That's what I was afraid of.

Just what I was afraid of.

Afraid of what?

After their father died,

his Swiss lawyer spent over a year tracking them down

to read them the will entrusted to him.

The brother and sister quarreled violently after reading the will.

Even in the closest families, an inheritance always screws things up.

The will demands that they have a child together.

Their father was convinced genetic laws didn't apply to him.

In his mind, the union of his offspring would cleanse the blood

and renew a lineage weakened by mismarriages.

But Violaine refused to satisfy the depraved whims

of a father she never knew.

I knew right off she was a level-headed girl.

You hurt your foot? What happened?

What do you think? I was bitten.

By Violaine?

No, by the guy's dog I told you about.

You can't say I didn't give my all.

I followed every lead I had.

The ball's in your court. Forget the cash.

The info is a gift. Just lay off now.

And leave my ex and her kid out of it. I deserve that much.

Good luck, anyhow.

Shit.

Don't say I didn't try everything.

- "Lingerie of yesteryear." - Bingo! Meet you at the 1001 nights.

You are, you know, pose for picture already?

Do you... you look good. You know, you look good.

Oh.

- What's your name? - What?

- What is your name? - Ah, sue.

- Sue? - Yeah.

- And you? - Helen.

Helene. Sue and Helene!

And you have been naked before?

The word "naked" makes you laugh?

My name is Etienne. Etienne, and I am happy to see you here.

Down the hatch!

Excuse me. I come back.

Wait me.

How goes it?

- I did it. - What?

- I know where she is. - Not again!

What's your plan?

I'm gonna ask her a thing or two.

I'll take you.

Never mind. Tough luck.

So where are we headed?

The opening of a big fetishism show.

Fetishism?

That's cool.

- Did you tell van Bulow? - No.

First I wanna talk to the girl.

Wait for me here

and watch the door.

If she leaves, you follow her.

No problem.

Monsieur van Bulow?

This is Antoine Venequiste's friend.

Tell me, monsieur van Bulow,

is it still a million francs to find Violaine and Jordan?

I'll be waiting outside

the Chaillot palace.

Don't forget the money.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Have a nice evening.

Why not?

Don't tell me you're on the list.

I'm not. And I'll tell you why.

See my colleagues over there?

The cue ball you just shooed in...

he's a big child-porn dealer.

Blows your mind, doesn't it?

Just hassle me and we haul out the artillery.

It's all or nothing:

Your party's a smash or a downer.

Who knows? The night is so volatile. Do you read me?

Why didn't you say so earlier?

We try to be discreet.

Wish me a nice evening.

Have a nice evening.

That's more like it.

Where you think you're going?

Sorry, I gotta...

not too hard to get in? We had trouble.

- But, hell, it was worth it, no? - I guess.

Only thing is, I seem to have lost...

Violaine.

What's going on?

Call for help!

Help!

Watch out!

Jordan, please don't!

Jordan?

You're Jordan? What are you doing?

You crazy?

All this mingling of blood

has weakened our ancestral powers.

But rejoice:

You and I will restore the force of our lineage.

Cut the crap!

You're an incestuous sicko!

Enjoy the show.

I'll deal with you later.

Remember the doorman who gave you a hard time?

I have a similar surprise in store for you.

It was you who killed Gerard?

As for your friend Etienne, I didn't have time.

I'll make up for it with you.

What'd you do to him?

Answer me, you cocksucker!

- Stop! - What'd you do to Etienne?

Don't! It's pointless.

I'll get an abortion. I'll kill myself, if I have to.

No, my dear.

You'll bear our child.

Neither you nor he can die anymore.

What did you do to Etienne?

It's for our own good.

You're crazy!

It's our sacred duty.

Please, think it over!

Please, please!

Yes, open your mouth.

Leave her alone!

Remember when we were children?

I was sad you didn't want to play anymore.

But this is different.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes!

And think of our father.

I don't believe this!

- Do we do it here, sir? - Yes.

What are you going to do now?

What are you going to do?

Stop!

What is all this?

The last two... the last two...

you're just as twisted! Look what you've done!

I took care of him... but her...

you must finish her off, too.

You must. Otherwise all of this will have been for nothing.

What are you babbling about? You're crazy!

You must! You must finish her off!

- The demons must be... - the demons what?

Shit, my 900,000 francs! Hey! The rest of my money!

Sickos! Bunch of sickos!

Sickos!

Six months later...

Till the very end, I'd warned him about cruella.

But he wouldn't listen.

And from where I am now, it's even harder to communicate.

Tough luck.

Tough luck for my pal.

I only hope the person

who would stop his living isn't born yet.

Or is already dead.

It's muggy.

I feel all funny. My legs are like jelly.

Hold me close.

I'm going to run a bath.

Join me?

Violaine?

Violaine.