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On the director's demand, this film is presented in

its previously unseen, restored original version.

THE FEMALE EXECUTIONER

You know what you are? Do you? Say it!

Say it!

You're nothing but a little slut.

You like this, don't you?

You like it, huh?

You're going to enjoy it...

Harder! Harder!

You're pretty, you know?

WRITTEN & DIRECTED BY

That's it, son, take them away.

-Is the backup coming or what? -We're dead on target, Tango.

You don't say!

Missed!

Missed!

Not even close!

Get lost, you cunt!

Sniff this, it's good for your lungs!

Valmont! What the hell is going on?

What's all the shooting about, inspector Valmont? Answer me!

-Let's go! -What's going on? Answer!

I'm Valmont, the captain's new deputy. Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

Sadism, zoophilia, kiddie porn...

But that was no reason to riddle him with bullets.

He's been peddling shit for 3 months, right under your nose.

-No bullets? -It's lighter that way.

You'll pay for this, cunt!

Are you out of your mind?

What? He just bumped into it by himself!

-I see... -Where do you find those girls, scumbag?

Place your bets.

The bets are down.

No more bets.

Give me a gin.

The cashier told me you took 5000 francs worth of chips.

Yes, so what?

So, you lost everything. And you still owe us 3 thou.

I wonder how we let you run up that big a bill.

I need a bit more time, okay?

You'd lose that too, bro.

Someone over there wants to talk to you,

ask you a couple of questions, if you don't mind.

Nadine Wenders.

I suppose you've already heard of me?

Who hasn't heard of you?

May I introduce my brother Luigi? A pathological gambler.

Oh, so that's Luigi?

How does Luigi plan to pay back the money he owes?

I got two ways out.

I wash dishes for you for 15 years or I play my last bill.

Cut it out!

You'd lose, even if you bet on the sun rising tomorrow.

I've got a third way out for you, Luigi.

I need somebody like you to kidnap someone.

No thanks, that ain't my bag.

I'd take on five like you and lay them out dead side by side.

I'm a bit hungry now.

You want something?

Hello! You look good in anything you wear!

-Who are you? -Her little sister.

And you're her lover, I bet.

I'm used to it, you know.

My sister only goes for tall, brown-haired men...

who are shy. May 1?

Joélle?

-This is no time to get home! -I'm not staying, either.

The weather's great, life is beautiful...

Unfortunately, I got a social studies lesson in half an hour.

Good morning, by the way!

May I ask where you spent the night?

The lady cop is working overtime?

I was at the Midnight club with some friends and I've got witnesses.

But nobody got their hands below the belt...

Bye, love birds.

No hands below the belt...

Say, how many tall, brown-haired shy men did you lay on that couch?

2000 or 2003...

-Hello, Inspector? -Yes, it's me.

Hello!

Sorry to disturb you but there's a snitch who wants to talk.

Put the call through to someone on duty.

Well, she doesn't want to talk to anyone but you.

You got her name?

Yes. Blek, like the comic book.

I thought you were fishing on Saturdays.

- I got to see you, Martine. -Later.

-Hi. Did she call back? -Who?

Get your feet off.

-Blek, my snitch! -Oh, no.

No but... Who's that Blek?

She works for a woman called Mrs. Wenders...

-at Le Cloitre. -Really?

What kind of snitch is she?

A reliable one.

The only reliable informer I know is the railway information board...

Give me the file of Mrs. Wenders.

International bus station

Mrs. Wenders...

We got us a case here. I used to tap phones before.

We hooked into her line because of a corruption of minors case.

She used to be a lady pimp. Sex-shops, peep shows...

She shares the benefits with the Chinks.

She's what I call big game.

If you want to bring down an elephant,

you take dead aim on a soft spot.

Yes, it's me.

It's Blek.

Mrs. Wenders is going to kidnap a kid at St Mary's School at 8.

What did I tell you? If it weren't for stoolies,

the police would be hamstrung.

Come in, Robert. Do you read me?

Well, I think we've got a problem.

-The battery's dead. -Why didn't you check before?

Why didn't you ask for backup?

Listen Legrand, since we're going to work together,

I might as well tell you now: I don't like to be given advice.

Here, I'm sure these are the snatchers.

I wouldn't bet on it.

The ambulance gambit, it's a classic.

You read too many comics!

What do we do? Shouldn't we phone the school?

Tell them to keep the child inside?

No, I want to catch Mrs. Wenders red handed.

I'm told she stays around to keep an eye out.

-Go check him. -Why me?

Why does it always have to be me?

Because I've seen him somewhere and he may recognize me.

And stop arguing every time I ask you something.

Police. Can I see some ID and the car registration certificate?

I really picked me some partner!

We're taking some kid to the hospital, she's got appendicitis.

Come in.

Hi, Miss. You wanted to see me?

-Shit! No time for that now! -Get lost.

-Fuck off. -You are crazy.

Crazy!

Now, what did I tell you? They're getting away!

Hey you, stop!

Hey!

Are you crazy?

What? I could have had them! Shit!

So?

Here she is, boss. Wrapped and delivered.

-And the ambulance? -Down in a lake.

I'm driving back to Paris. Do like I said and it'll work out.

And don't anybody touch her, is that clear?

Crystal clear.

Be careful, she saw the boss.

-No man? -No.

It doesn't figure when you see her...

It figures when you know her, bro.

-You wanted to see me, Captain? -That's right.

Did you really have to put on that lone cowboy act this morning?

No, I admit I didn't have to.

So why did you go there on your own?

I'm going to tell you why...

You've got a personal grudge against Mrs. Wenders.

And what's more, you think you're James Bond.

You can go see the boss now.

You'll explain yourself...

Maybe I should turn in my badge right now.

What do you think about it?

Cut out the crap.

You're investigating a traffic report.

Inspector Valmont handles this kidnapping. You don't.

-Is that all for today? -That's all, get out of here!

You've been a little hard on her.

On purpose! I bet she's heading to Mrs. Wenders' right now.

She wants to mess with the big boys? Great.

She's in for a ball.

That'll teach her a lesson.

-What happened? -They spotted me.

-But my tip was good, wasn't it? -Excellent.

So you're gonna give me what you promised?

Not before I find the girl.

Unless you know where they took her.

Do you still fancy me?

I fancied you once.

That's Mrs. Wenders' son.

Welcome to Le Cloitre, Miss.

What can I do for you?

-May I finish my breakfast? -Does your mother often come here?

Every night without fail.

Behind the cash register.

-And what do you do? - I pick the act.

Do you like it?

This morning at 8, Caroline Bert in was kidnapped at St Mary's School.

And I'm pretty sure it was you.

-Me what? -You did it.

This morning at 8, I was in bed.

-Do you have witnesses? -Do you have evidence?

Okay. Stop it right now. Go get your IDs.

Do you have a warrant or something like that?

No, I prefer the producer to consumer channel.

That way, come on.

Come on, step on it. Hurry up! On the left.

Don't let them together.

Look!

Here are the performers working at Le Cloitre...

All under 18.

Congratulations.

That's one hell of a catch!

What are you going to do about it?

What we should have done long ago

if the lady didn't enjoy some kind of protection.

If you want to make a case out of it, you'd better have solid evidence.

I don't get it, you bag a bigwig but that pisses him off.

It figures. Bag a bigwig and you rock the boat.

From now on, you're in custody.

OK. Sign the hotel register, please...

I'll put your personal belongings in an envelope.

You can call your lawyers, as usual, or your pals at the ministry.

Cut it out, will you?

Here.

You know...

No judge is going to sentence me for employing strippers

who pretended they were older.

You wanna bet?

All right. We can start typing a statement full of crap

or you can just tell me the truth.

-What's your alibi for the kidnapping? -I was in bed.

Of course! Some young woman will probably confirm that...

I'm a whore, so I take great pleasure in sleeping alone, undisturbed.

Your son is a sicko, isn't he?

Not any more than you are, asshole.

Let's find out.

Come over here. Come on.

It's not mine!

So it got into your pocket by itself?

Come on, inspector. Everybody saw you drop it.

Did you see me drop it? Did you?

Did you see it drop?

That's enough!

Let's take a mug shot before you knock his block off.

Good idea. Let's do that.

Yeah, get him out.

They should take you the hell out!

Move! Wanna taste police brutality?

Perversions, pedophilia, orgies...

I'm sure we could find plenty more at your club.

There's nothing at Le Cloitre.

You know damn well I don't touch that shit.

Of course we do...

but if we look hard enough...

She's one tough cookie.

Even tough cookies can be brought down.

-You want some? -No.

Feels pretty weird.

So it does.

The good old days...

when my joint was a second home for every cop in the vice squad.

You got a long way since then.

I paid my debts, that's all.

-What's this? -A receipt.

You know, your room is exactly as you left it.

All your stuff is still there.

Your favorite things...

I go there every night.

-She's a pain in the ass, isn't she? -Of the worst kind!

And she uses all her fingers when she types!

I'm in trouble, then?

You are, indeed.

See if you can do something for Antoine.

All right. I called the DA, they remain in custody.

The whore and her kid go to jail.

No, the kid will be more useful to us outside.

Whether for the kidnapping or for the tapes, you got nothing on us anyway.

That's right.

Your mother will be released in a couple of days.

Next time you get some stupid ideas, you call me first.

I'll save you some trouble.

Really? Why would you do that?

Preventing juvenile delinquency is a new trend around town.

Get out of here.

Ciao! Have a nice day!

So long, pigs!

-Hi! -Oh, it's you? Come in.

-I'm not disturbing you? -No, I thought it was my sister.

Let me finish this. I'll be right back.

There's some whisky left if you want.

No, I've only got a minute.

Watch out for Mrs. Wenders.

She's dangerous.

Hang on. You're supposed to handle that case, aren't you?

It's gonna be a bit tough with blinders on.

I was shoved off to the sticks a couple of years ago.

"Sadistic, racist and brutal."

Ever since I do exactly as I'm told.

All right, but who is handling the kidnapping?

It's supposed to be the captain,

but he doesn't give a damn, he's rotten.

You must turn up some proof that she's kidnapped that kid.

Otherwise, he'll set that bitch free.

Come on, I'm in the corner just like you are.

Do you think I can overlook what the boss says?

Yes.

A gift for your little sister.

Hey, bro! Walter!

Where the fuck did he go?

I can't believe it.

Walter!

Where are they? Bro!

This is the VCR we use to watch porn movies.

You want to see some more?

-This here wraps them up. -You dirty pig.

This here puts on the stickers.

You think you're smart showing her all that?

Come on. Two days from now, she'll be 3000 miles from here.

Isn't that right, sweetie?

Take a look at that, huh?

Bangkok Orgasm Sounds good, huh?

Here's Double Penetration.

This one's Late Night Phone Sex I've seen it.

It's about two dykes.

Doesn't it turn you on? Huh?

-Would you rather get some action, huh? -No!

Stop it! Didn't you hear what the boss said?

Screw the boss!

And now you get lost, brother.

You think I'm mean? Huh?

Tell me. I'm not mean, am I?

-No! -Does it hurt?

-Does it hurt? -No!

No?

No!

-Hello. -Antoine speaking.

I'm coming to pick up the parcel.

-I'll explain. -All right.

Fight back, it turns me on!

You turn me on!

Hey, brother!

-Antoine is coming to pick her up. -It leaves us plenty of time, huh?

Come on!

Caroline, 18 years old. Kidnapped and sold.

Hey, you got some stuff?

-Yeah, strong stuff. -Can I try it?

Come back in ten minutes.

-Who was that girl? -She just wanted a light.

Come on, I'm not dumb.

I want to tell you something.

Are you listening?

If anybody from that bunch shows up, you tell me.

I gonna get into trouble!

You're my only link with Mrs. Wenders!

Yeah, you make it sound real easy.

I'm broke, I have no clothes and I'm hooked to drugs.

Do you realize I'm risking my life every time?

Do you think the girl they snatched isn't running any risk?

Al right.

Take this.

Stop it.

Looks like real love to me!

-You've seen nothing yet. -Really?

-You won her heart, then? -I didn't go that high.

Is that so?

What a strange cop you are!

You need a light, mate?

What you doing around here? Did the cops let you go?

They sure did! Take a look.

You must be out of your mind.

Back into business!

I'm delivering her to my mother's customer as planned.

-Get in. -I've got a delivery to make, too.

Come in or I snuff you out.

Here's a new batch of ladies! First class chicks only!

Annie from Barbés, Claudine from Malmaison and Isabelle, the queen of Marty...

Let's have a round of applause now.

Follow the guide! Right this way, gentlemen.

Take your pick.

Have a look on those knockouts, they're true artists...

Come on, babe!

Eliane has tattoos on her buttocks, wait until she takes her panties off.

Li'I Francoise likes to get whipped, Li'I Déde only goes out with her mum.

Come on, let's cheer them up!

Mélodie, please...

Sandra...

Fabienne...

Annabelle...

Cathy...

Julie...

-Minouche. -I must admit they're all gorgeous.

As a rule, all of our girls are young and healthy.

I see.

You said you want $15,000 in cash in advance?

That's too much.

Too much.

Any of them is worth between 40 and 50,000.

You'll get your money back in five months.

-Trust me. -I know.

-You know this place? -Sure. Come on.

I'm Mrs. Wenders' son.

I'm bringing in Caroline, as planned.

Things have changed now.

Your mother got busted.

But... we made a deal.

Beat it while you still can.

-Still no news of Caroline Bert in... -Let me go.

The girl who was kidnapped although policemen were on guard...

-Please let me go. -Shut up or I'll knock you out.

I can't believe it!

-Forget it, Antoine! -Get your fucking hands off me!

-You let her go, didn't you? - didn't!

-You think I'm dumb? -I'm high and so are you!

Anyway, the deal is screwed, what use could she be?

What about my mother, you moron? Did you think of her?

-Do you recognize her? -Yes, she was at the country house.

That about wraps it up.

The boss looks a little pale around the gills, I'd say.

The kid said Mrs. Wenders is also involved in the videotape business.

So what do you want? A medal?

Listen, Captain...

I think I know what you feel for this woman.

-The good old days... -Go peddle your crap somewhere else.

And shut the door on your way out.

Well, now I guess you'll get some promotion...

-First time you nab a mobster? -Yes.

Congratulations.

You've handled two investigations simultaneously.

-How do you mean? -Your first and your last.

Scream and I rub you out, get it?

You haven't been very nice to Mrs. Wenders! Not very nice...

You're in for some punishment.

You see this? Look...

Hold her good. Hold her good...

Don't move!

Hold her good, for Christ's sake. That's it.

I've rarely seen a cop with a body like yours!

It's gonna be a one-off.

You've never done that in a car park, right?

Let me introduce myself: Gaston Velin.

I'm a Post Office Manager.

Ever since they stole my radio, I don't feel safe here.

Now that you put away Mrs. Wenders, the Chang Lee family is on your back.

There's nothing I can do about it.

They'll never believe their men were shot by some casual killer.

They'll want to get back at you.

And since your life matters more than your career to me,

I'm switching you to a desk job where you'll be safe.

I've been told you're good on a typewriter.

I want to be respected for what I am.

A street cop who knows her job...

not some toy you can move around.

You're after too big a fish, Martine.

Besides, we're no longer handling this case.

Who is, then?

The criminal squad.

What has the criminal squad got that we haven't?

Maybe they're smarter than we are.

Mind you, I think I'm pretty smart.

Hey, wait for me! Wait!

Hey, look at that bum!

Still not carrying one?

I never wanted to be a cowboy.

Control to Black Eagle. Attack in progress. Are you taking it?

Yeah, I'll take it.

Hold on tight, girly...

Hey, that's enough! Stop it.

Stop it!

Come this way, baby!

Stop it!

Come here. I'll smash your face in!

You jerk!

You wanted to smash my face in, asshole?

-Hit her! -Take this!

That's enough! Stop it, Valmont.

Enough now!

-You're lucky she's a social worker. -Very funny.

Congratulations, nice shot!

Yeah, I used to be like you, no hate, no gun.

Until the day an old buddy of mine got his right next to me.

Look, this is the man who killed him.

I don't think repression can stop delinquency.

You think alternative sentences can?

Instead of jail for a hold up, you end up picking up papers.

And if you rob an old lady, you end up painting her apartment.

One day, thugs will be protected like an endangered species.

You schmuck!

To think I could have become like you!

Aggression is biological. It grabs us sooner or later.

Here. It's a gift.

DEA officers are expected on stand 5 for 20 rounds.

There's a call for Mr. Paoli.

Touch it.

It makes you feel different, doesn't it?

That's what worries me about it. Here.

No, I want you to keep it. Listen to me.

You may forget Mrs. Wenders, but she won't forget you.

The underworld is one of the few outfits

that still works three shifts around the clock.

You're such a pain in the ass!

Excuse me a sec, will you?

-Good evening. -Well?

May I introduce Marie-Georges? We were in school together.

-I'd swear it was only yesterday. -No, yesterday we were in bed together.

Bye.

Are you coming?

-See you! -Yeah, see you.

Is he your boyfriend?

You're in love with him?

Is it that bad?

Control to Black Eagle. A broken heart on the roadside! Are you taking it?

I'll take it.

Pathetic! And they call themselves crooks?

If you're so smart, boy,

when are you going to get that female cop?

Right now!

How about that, so you really want to score yourself a pig?

I laid one out once...

And his brother's been on my back ever since.

You think that's the right way to avenge your mother?

By the way, I thought you hated your mother.

That's not the point! It's a matter of principle.

I want to get her out of jail.

I'll go see Chang Lee. He'll help me.

Frankly my friend, I'm not too keen on helping you.

I already lost two men because of that female cop.

The newspapers have led the cops to us.

We can't work properly.

Mr. Chang Lee, you seem to forget that my mother helped you over the years.

She mostly helped a certain police captain...

Who stayed away from you in exchange!

I do not know your mother, but she is said to be tough.

What's that supposed to mean?

She's in the coop.

Right now, the tough ones are in the other team.

And I've got the cops on my back.

I'm asking you to help me get her out of it.

Is that all? What do you prefer?

Should we launch an assault on the jail?

Or maybe we should dig a tunnel?

Let him talk.

Do you have a plan, son?

Sure.

You're good at this.

Let me show you what else I can do.

Check this out.

Put your hands over my eyes.

Done!

-Well I never! -Can't you knock?

What's the gun for?

Oh, I get it. Another tall, brown-haired shy man!

-You went above and beyond once again. -I beg your pardon?

So, the robot's from you?

I'm a bit old for this, but thanks just the same.

Well, I'm off.

Where are you going tonight?

I'm going to dance at The Midnight club.

Here she comes.

What's the story?

The Chinks said OK, so it's on. Where's Blek?

She's probably phased out somewhere.

She would have come in handy.

Never mind. We'll do without her. Come on.

-Good evening. Got a membership card? -Plenty of them!

That was smart.

-Mum says money opens all doors. -She's right. Oh, ain't that cute?

Would you like to leave your jackets?

I'd fuck her...

-It won't be a piece of cake. -Let's find her.

It's my fault, I bumped into her.

It's nothing, she's just dizzy. She needs a bit of air.

Come on, come on, hurry!

Let's go, step on it.

-Hey, she's got great tits! -Get your dirty hands off!

Hello?

You told me to call you next time I had some stupid idea...

Well, listen...

We've kidnapped your female cop's sister.

I give you 24 hours to set my mother free

or we'll bump her off. Got it?

It's got to be the Chinese.

Hey, asshole! Can't you see where you're going?

Quick, quick!

Hurry up! Take his money!

One of Beliogo's sons has just provoked us.

Tell him that if he wants a fight, he's gonna get it.

Very well, sir.

Hello?

-I'd like to speak with Mr. Rene. -There's no Mr. René here.

Of course, there's one. Tell him it's Mr. Marcel, he'll get that.

Mr. René! Mr. Marcel is on the line.

Rene speaking.

There's a parcel that was picked up recently,

they want to swap it. Do you know anything about it?

Absolutely. The deal has my personal approval.

Did they call back?

Sarah Logan, criminal squad.

-I'm asking you if they called back. -Yes, the Chinese called back.

Listen, Martine...

-We agreed to make this swap. -You're crazy.

-It's set up in 2 hours from now. -I won't let you do it.

You're not gonna deal with those scums!

Think about your sister!

Can't you see that's what they're expecting?

No! No, no.

-Let's think of something else. -We've got no choice.

Chang Lee is behind Antoine. He's pulling the strings now.

He gave us two hours and he means it.

The deal we made is that 15 minutes after Mrs. Wenders walks out of here,

they'll drop off your sister somewhere in Paris.

No policemen, of course...

Me and my men will keep a discreet tail on her anyway.

What do you think, Martine?

She'll get away and Joélle won't be set free.

That's what I think.

Listen, Martine, I know how you feel...

but you've got to trust us.

And I have to remind you that you're out of the game now.

Do you really think a cop can be out of the game?

I'm gonna track these scumbags down.

How? With a crystal ball?

Don't forget Blek, my snitch. She's part of the gang.

We already thought about that Blek.

Unfortunately, she's disappeared.

God knows where she is.

Hold on tight, Legrand!

The cops! The cops!

Careful on your left! Careful in front of you!

Let's pull over. Don't turn here for Christ's sake!

Stop them!

Fucking pigs!

I can't believe it!

-All right now! -OK!

-Well, quite a place they got! -Up there.

You've got to knock three times.

Say "200" when you hand over the bills. That's all.

200!

Ouch!

Leave me alone.

-Morons... -Don't move, chick!

Come on.

-I came to get her. -Come on, pig.

-Come on! -Ouch.

Come on!

I got screwed... but it's the right place for that, right?

Peek-a-boo!

Drop your guns or I shoot!

You've got to give them a fair warning, right?

-You still got its twin? -Yes.

-But you forgot it at home? -Yes.

Well...

Hey, I didn't know you were working in a slaughterhouse now!

How did you find us?

Thanks to my radar! Didn't you notice I've got a radar?

You always have the right blade, like a Swiss army knife!

That's right!

All right, nigger. Go back to the jungle.

That's not fair, dammit. I wouldn't have found Blek without him.

And you wouldn't be alive without me!

I'm fed up with your gun, your racism and your showing off!

I feel like I'm working with a retard.

We'll always be rejected.

Let's go. Mrs. Wenders is going to be freed in an hour.

What about me? Am I free to go?

Yeah, but it won't be easy with those who come next.

All on board! Ready to take-off? Let's go!

I hope this swap comes off OK.

-Aren't you happy with us? -This place makes me sick.

How about you? You act the tough guy but you're a big softie.

-You're quite a chatterbox for a hostage! -Because I'm afraid.

Don't you understand that?

You were smiling at me at The Midnight.

I like the way you chew your gum.

By the way, how much you make in a month?

-Why? You want a percentage? -Ten million?

Seven? Is that all?

And that's the life you want to live?

I don't have any talent for living.

Even in the kind of businesses any fool could do...

I'm a mess.

What can you expect from a son of a bitch?

So I just keep living my life.

- Can break all the laws with that. -You don't have any friends?

I used to. Speed heads like me.

Then one day they started to vote,

they got married and they wipe their kids' asses.

Funny. I'm playing alone but I'm losing all the same.

That's weird.

- like you, you're not afraid. -I'm not afraid of anything.

Hey, there, what's with you?

You asked for it, didn't you?

Wait... Be gentle. Wait.

You're not going to hurt me, are you?

No, never. Don't you believe me?

You're so handsome I have to believe you.

What do you want from me?

While you were having a ball, Antoine and Luigi kidnapped my sister

to swap her for Mrs. Wenders.

Find a way to contact them. They're going to need you.

As soon as you locate Joélle, you phone me.

First, I want you to give me what you promised.

I won't help you again.

I want to start a new life.

You're right. It's easier to start a new life than to kick your old habits.

You shouldn't trust a snitch.

One day they're on your side and the next day they're not.

Snitches get stitches and end up in ditches.

Let her do her job.

You keep doing it your way.

I'm going to sit by the phone at home. No need to follow me, huh?

Listen, Martine, I know I can be rough sometimes, but I want you to know...

your sister is right in here.

OK, Mrs. Wenders is coming out in 15 minutes,

we'll stick to her ass like glue.

I hope you're right.

Valmont?

Stop her.

I don't like the way you're acting with her.

What's the matter, son?

Are you in love with her?

Put your feelings in your pocket or I'll confiscate your cowboy outfit.

Is that what you want?

I'm not that dumb.

I know...

All cops are the same.

Concerning the kidnapping of Joélle Savignac...

Police authorities are unusually reticent...

about releasing information.

Due to this lack of information, we can only surmise that...

however unlikely it may seem, the police are considering an exchange...

It's about time! We could have used to you.

Well, I'm here. What am I supposed to do?

You will wait in a relay car on this corner right here, OK?

OK!

Here's the registration card and the keys.

The car's parked in front of the door.

Hey! You... You know him?

You always meet your own death sooner or later.

And this here is mine. Look at me.

You wouldn't be high, would you?

-Can you handle it? -What are you talking about?

What I'm talking about is I don't want you to screw everything up.

-The cop's sister's right there, huh? -Never mind. Beat it.

Take Mrs. Wenders to the sewing workshop, The DA is waiting for her.

I've seen a lot of police schemes in my life but this one beats them all.

Don't worry, sir, this thing will remain strictly confidential.

Until some reporter sticks his nose into it.

No, I got this package under lock and key.

You're one hell of a tricky bastard, Captain.

Maybe I am, but it gives me personality.

Madam, Joélle Savignac must be set free in 15 minutes.

I give you my word, sir.

Wenders? If you go back on it, I'll be merciless.

I have no doubt about it.

Alpha 1 to control. The operation's ready to start.

Waiting for target. Over.

Alpha 4 to control. That's it.

Target is coming out of exit B as anticipated.

Captain is shaking the DA's hand. He walks alongside the target. Over.

I did my very best, but be careful, you're being tailed.

You're so kind. The best captain in the whole wide world.

Careful, the open air may be bad for you.

You've got 15 minutes to set Joélle free. Don't forget.

I'd better make a knot in my hankie.

Take it easy, Valmont.

With the background you have, one phone call and you're out.

Here! There's a booth right over in the corner.

Alpha 2 to control. We're in front of the prison.

Move towards Fontainebleau avenue. Over

This is Alpha control.

Target is getting into a red Golf. License plate number 690 FEJ 75.

-Glad to see you, boss. -So am I, Luigi.

I'll give a buzz to have the girl freed.

Look, that's where we're keeping her.

We keep the girl. The cops are on our back, we're gonna screw them over.

They don't know that I was a running champ when I was young.

Target is turning right.

Shit, they're leaving on foot! And they're splitting on top of that!

Check all the streets around. Everybody on foot.

Rue de Chartres, rue Duroc, boulevard de Retros, rue Castel.

All units disperse around Quai de la Loire.

Luigi Pizzotti has been spotted.

Go ahead Valmont! Get him! Now!

Up yours! You haven't got me yet.

Get lost, asshole!

Come on, follow me!

Come on, pig!

Come on, fuck face! Have a drink!

Asshole!

Got a hunting license for that ?

No, but feel free to stick it up your ass!

-Is that where you keep the girl? -Go fuck yourself, honey!

I've got your picture, too.

Are you waiting to see me shit myself?

You win. I'm scared, scumbag.

You see, it's no worse than going to the dentist's.

Are you out of your mind?

What a lunatic! She hurt me!

-What's wrong, Madam? -Someone just bumped into me!

-A tall woman in blue clothes? -Well...

Damn, there's a back door.

Hurry up.

Hi, there. Long time, no see.

Well done. You screwed them good.

Cops today are stupid as bulls, they charge at anything that moves.

What now?

There's a change in the program, we're keeping the kid.

-That's your route. -OK.

Pull over. I've got to change clothes.

Everything you need is in that bag.

Hello, Jerome. Do you have a room I can use?

Yes, I was expecting you, just follow me. Come on.

It's on the first floor.

-I'd better leave, -No, you can stay. How's business?

Get out of here, please.

Please!

It's a pretty ugly scar.

The good thing about being ugly is that it lasts.

Good looks don't.

Have a look at my new gadget.

It's amazing the number of girls who drop their fiancée for a girl.

It figures.

Look at the dictionary, the word after fiancé is fiasco.

-Hello. -It's Blek.

Take the highway to the West,

exit at Saint Germain, follow the road to Boiroux, up to a village called Montenay.

She's in a cabin on some work site.

And what's the word after traitor?

Trajectory, Madam.

Alpha 2 and 3 to Control. Operation terminated. Over.

Roger. Control to all units. Go back to precinct.

I bet Valmont did this.

-Why didn't you shoot that asshole? -What did you say?

-So how did it go? -It went fine.

Where's the girl?

Right here, Mum.

-Let's take her back to Paris, then. -No, she's staying with us.

-We can't do that. That's not fair. -You bet I can!

Ask our friend there whether she stuck to our deal.

What did she do?

Miss Blek turned us in to the cops.

She sang on us like a canary.

It's horrible.

Are you crazy or something?

She was strictly for the birds.

-Get her into the cabin. -No!

Come on. She'll bite you if you let her!

You, start the other car... You hear me?

-Quickly! -No!

-No! -Come on, hurry!

Leave me alone! No!

Tie her up here.

No!

-No! -Shut up, for Christ's sake!

Get out of here. Quick!

-What are you gonna do? -Return you to your sister, sweetie.

In small pieces...

Moron! Step aside and keep them away.!

I want her to see that.

Don't worry: Zorro's here... Cover me.

What are you waiting for? Move!

Valmont!

Joélle!

Joélle!

-Where's Joélle? -She's all right. Now move!

-Where's Joélle? -She's all right!

Joélle!

Madam?

It's a present. I'd like it fitted to my hand.

Okay.

Please follow me.

Here.

What happened to the former owner?

-He's dead. -Valmont...

Valmont... Valmont...

This guy really was full of anger.

Here. Don't be afraid to squeeze hard.

I never could figure out what made him tick.

I did.

-Your day's over, Captain? -It is, Mrs. Longuin.

Dinner's ready.

-What's the trick? -12 years of loneliness.

You've come for dinner or for a chat?

-Where is Martine Savignac? -What do you want from her?

She sent us up for eight months and we'd like to thank her.

We are wolves.

You're gonna find a goat, my boys.

You're almost good enough.

- I still need to practice. -You'd better.

It looks like somebody is after you.

-Like who? -A couple of thugs.

You'll never find this lettuce in Paris.

They're so smart the whole village knows about it.

They've got guns?

Well, unless it's their wallets...

-Ah, you just smiled. -No.

You don't want to hear this, but I'll say it just the same.

You won't find peace unless you leave the country.

At first you said: "I want to go far away, anywhere."

You drove 120 miles and you stopped, but Joélle and Valmont are still with you.

You wanted to settle down. You're alive, that's what matters!

-Yes, I know, but... -There are no small victories.

This is no victory for me.

Now add a dash of nutmeg and cinnamon.

Mix the warm rum with the...

Is that you, Mario?

Now you've got a punch nothing short of explosive...

with which you can flambé your soufflé just before serving.

Shit!

Ouch! Shit! My eyes! Damn it!

Martine!

Martine, where are you?

-Well... -Only one person knew I was here...

the captain.

Hello. It's Bernard.

-She's back. -Thanks.

So you're here.

So?

I heard you blast those two wolves.

Good job.

Look what they did to me!

They kept on going over me till I told them where you were.

Biquette?

Where's she? She's always around usually.

Never mind the mess. Come.

-You look very... -Very rested. I know.

Where's Mrs. Wenders?

If only I knew...

Everybody's looking for her. Chang Lee, everybody.

But you're not.

Me? I don't look for anybody anymore.

I went to your place.

I've seen your family.

They said you were on a job. My intuition brought me here.

Blond Gauloises are better.

I want to find Mrs. Wenders.

Help me.

You listen to me.

They put me in another precinct when Valmont died.

I was out in the sticks for five months.

Now I'm fed up. I've had it. OK?

I'd like to take care of my wife, of my daughter and that's it.

What about Antoine Wenders?

He's been seen once or twice at the Blue Video studio.

Al right?

-What do you want? Dope? -Piss off!

No, I don't!

You're not very nice with my buddy...

Make it easy on yourself, get lost.

No Ma'am, you can't come in here.

-No, you stay here. -Don't fuck with me.

Come on, you can do better...

-Come on, hit her, hit her! -No, no, that's enough!

Change partners.

Hey, what are you waiting to hit her?

Don't make a fuss! You like that, don't you?

What am I supposed to say? Do I like it or not?

Cut! Of course you like it!

What are you doing here?

Call the director, please.

All women like it rough...

OK, let's do it again. Come on.

She wants to see you, Vicky.

Hello! You're one of the new girls?

Do you have a picture?

How's that?

Think before you run.

Get over there, smart ass.

-That's what I call a surprise. -Well, here I am.

You didn't change much, Sheriff.

That's what you think.

Okay, now you're going to help me find your mother.

You want me to squeal on my mother?

You can't afford to be picky.

-Nobody knows where she is. -Not even the captain?

Try the Imperial Pagoda...

It's in the Chinese District.

Well done! You're so great!

Hello? The Imperial Pagoda? It's the captain.

Martine Savignac is coming. Kill her.

Enough already!

That's the way I love you, honey.

Lucky I'm retired now, otherwise...

Yeah, this is one hell of a blunder!

The kind the police always make!

-So? -The Imperial Pagoda, do you know it?

It's a clandestine gambling joint run by Chang Lee.

Come on, gentlemen. Don't be afraid...

Place your bets! Ah, too bad, you lost!

All right, who's next?

-Me! -Come this way.

No prizes but lots of titties!

Go on! Go on, throw them!

-Who buys the bullets? -Some cop.

I'm really fed up with cleaning up their mess.

This shotgun is like my brother.

He never lets me down.

Tell me, there's one thing that...

When you were with my sister, what happened?

Nothing, we talked a bit.

-What about? -I don't recall.

Did you sleep with her?

Yes. Your sister was a nice girl.

That's funny. Looks like it's closed.

She's like my sister...

This is a Thompson submachine gun with its drum magazine.

Model 19407

You'd miss an elephant in a tunnel with that!

It looks prehistoric to me!

Nonsense! I have one under my pillow...

That's what I call a chopper!

Where I come from, they still use it today.

What are you doing to me? Son of a bitch!

Talk to me. Say something, anything.

At the captain's place, did you see the room?

What room?

My mother told me he keeps a room for her...

How could I say?

Some kind of museum with photographs and stuff from her.

No, I didn't see it.

Of course, she never set foot in that room.

That jerk stayed there waiting for her, and he still does.

Thanks, sweetie.

You're a rookie and I'm an old cop.

There are questions you ask yourself when talking to an old cop.

Are you ambitious?

I'd like to be a good policeman. That's all.

Don't change your mind. It'll be all right.

You come from the street and you'll stay there.

No cop ever gets rich.

He bets on the horses, clean up his car...

He pays the bills like everybody else.

You have to be careful not to get too deeply involved in that shit.

That's what the old cop can tell you.

I'm going home now.

You didn't get it, did you?

Your mother's holed up here with the captain.

Come on, call him.

Keep him from coming home.

-What do I say? -Make up some kind of story.

Get him as far away as possible.

-Captain, a call for you. -I'm gone already.

Someone called Antoine. He's insisting.

He's coming. What do you plan to do with my mother?

You really mean to kill her?

-Hello? Is it you, Antoine? -Yes, it's me...

Er... Martine Savignac came back to your place.

-She took my mother. -Where?

-In a hotel, Porte d'Orléans. -Which hotel?

It's a lie! It's a lie! She wants to kill her!

Antoine?

Stop! You can't do that! Come back!

You bitch! Scumbag!

Get out!

What's the matter, man? Are you crazy?

Mum! Get out, Mum! She's on her way over.

Oh, darling, I was so worried.

-Take me away, I'm scared. -Yes, let's go.

Stop!

Leave her alone! Shoot me instead. I'm sick, I'm going to die anyway.

All right, I'm giving myself up.

You see, I'm giving myself up.

I'm giving myself up, come back. I'm giving myself up.

Don't be afraid, I'm giving myself up.

Come on, don't be stupid. I'm giving myself up.

No need to run, you see.

You look beat. You need some rest.

Come on. Never mind that bullet which hit you...

The next one is gonna be a real blast!

You bitch.

It takes all kinds to make a world.

My poor darling.

My poor child.

Mum?

Shit!

-Where are you going? -Elsewhere.

I've always dreamed of going there.