All language subtitles for La.garce.(1984).FunCityEditions.BDREMUX.DTS-HD.MA.2.0.eng

PARIS, OCTOBER 1977

OCR by LoudCrazyHeart

THE BITCH

I’m soaked now.

Thanks, by the way.

He would’ve come back.

What a night!

-I’m totally soaked.
-I have some tissues at the back.

I’m about to empty that box.

I’m freezing.

What a bastard! I can’t believe it.

What happened?

Don’t you have a heater?

Wait thirty seconds.

Don’t look at me like that.

I find it embarrassing.

We just got hold of an individual...

You’re a cop?

Did you break the law, kiddo?

Don’t call me kiddo.

Do you have some ID?

My name’s Aline, Aline Kaminker.

And you don’t have any ID?

That guy in the Jaguar,
he wanted to beat me.

It’s not the first time,
but this time, he was really hurting me.

He’s my boyfriend.

Is that true?

How old are you, kiddo?

Look at those bruises!
He did that, he did!

I’m not lying!

It was just a quarrel.

You’re not gonna take me in, are you?

This is Sabatier, car 1689 B.

I’m driving by Boulevard Soult.

Nothing to report. I’m going home.

Over. Thanks.

Where are we going?

For Jim.

Who was it in the Jaguar?

You won’t talk?

You’re cold.

What a shame.

No!

No!

Say something, for God’s sake,
stand up for yourself.

What got into you, huh?

Do you know how old she is?

17.

You’re nuts.

Only a dumb cop like you would...

Aline Kaminker.

Born on November 20, 1960,

Social Services put her in the care
of Mr. and Mrs. Beffroit.

Like “Belfry”...
Ding, dong, bell, pussy’s in the well

That bell won’t save you, Lucien.

The IGS won’t go easy on you.

An underage orphan, and you raped her.

That’s some Zola shit.

You’ll get a max sentence.

Yes?

No, I don’t give a shit
about those fucking journos!

Cordet.

Let’s wrap this up.

I’m spent.

An underage orphan.

I guess it wasn’t written on her ass.

Cut the crap, will you?
Stop lecturing me.

Yeah, all right,

your wife and kids
are gonna love this.

That’s enough.

Brunet,

bring in the Ding-Dong family.

Hang in there, Lucien.

We’re here for you,
we’ll never let you down.

LA SANTE PRISON, SIX YEARS LATER...

Sabatier, you’re free to go.

Looking good, Lucien.

Glad to see you on this side of the wall.

Do you have the money and the gun,

-Captain?
-Superintendent.

Superintendent Cordet.
For the Crime Squad.

-And you took his place?
-No.

I quit the force for good.

I set up my own business with Didier.

-You’ll be working with him.
-Work?

I told you we’d never quit on you.

You’re six years late.

I couldn’t make it earlier, Lucien.

They were harsh on you
because you were a cop,

now we’ll help you out to compensate.

That’s also because you’re a cop.

Come on, it’ll help for a few months

until you get back on your feet.

Think about your wife and kids.

Patricia married another guy, thanks.

And I’d rather my two sons forget me.

When they start dating,
it would be awkward.

No, Brunet, I’m not interested.

You guys are really sweet,
but I’m too young for this.

Don’t be so pigheaded!

I’m here if you change your mind.

THREE MONTHS LATER...

Look at that bastard.

That chick is pretty hot.

Regarding the Langlois case,
drop it, a man died.

Did the pool stuff lead anywhere?

I think the chick spotted me.

We better put Didier on it,
he’s a better swimmer.

Didier!

Yes?

-Do you own swim trunks?
-Yes, why?

You’re going to the pool.

Lucien will give you the file.

Thank you.

I built this agency to avoid
extra paperwork, but here we go.

Why the long face, Lucien?

Something wrong?

Just the flu.

Homeopathy, my friend. It works wonders.

Oscillococcinum every morning,
on an empty stomach.

That Dujarric fellow
is waiting in Didier’s office.

He’s onto something.

Counterfeit fashion
sold in a shop in Sentier.

Do you know that area?

Can’t be antisemitic over there,
because...

One more thing,

I can smell the dough from here.

Stop pretending you have scruples,
will you?

Don’t play innocent with me.
You didn’t fool me with that pool girl.

First time in three months
you’ve passed on an opportunity.

-Isabelle, did my wife call?
-Patricia? Yes, she did.

I left her message on Didier’s desk.

What’s with that pool?

I heard the guy in my office
is here for you.

Apparently, yeah.

Mr. Sabatier?

André Dujarric, sales manager
at Sara Meriel.

I’m listening.

Excuse me.

DRESSMAKING-HOSIERY

Do you think he’ll come?

Lucien!

No way! My brother! Gimme five,

come here.

Marcel, two Martinis.

-Plain or with a lemon zest?
-Plain.

See, Lucien, good ol’ Rony’s free.

-Since when?
-A week,

but I’d already left mentally.

So, how’s it going? How’s business?

Do you work for a tailor?

I tail people. I’m a PI,
like in the crime novels.

Any projects?

I got back with my dream girlfriend.

The shop was in her name.

And, due to the other stuff,

the falsified invoices, she’s my boss now.

And I’m just a clerk.

We don’t live together anymore.

I have my own place Rue Quincampoix.

How’s your family?

Is your wife still married?

She must be...

You’ve lost your family-man vibe.

Marcel, are you sleeping?

-Here you go!
-I’m paying.

We used to be roommates.

We didn’t even believe your story,

because, all alone, without violence,

you can’t rape no mound, no pussy,

you didn’t fool anyone.

You haven’t learned your lesson?
Still peeking?

Don’t tell me you ogled Miss Weber?

What?

Is that her?

The chick that just walked in?

Not so loud, she’s Ashkenazi.

That chick is Edith Weber?

She ain’t no random chick.

Wrong pussycat to go after.

You goyim boys don’t get it.

Listen up,

we invented psychoanalysis, relativity,
class struggle,

so listen up, bro, listen carefully,

that chick here isn’t available,
forget it.

Thank you, Rony. I gotta go

Drop by sometime.
I’m at Rue Quincampoix, number 37.

-Hi.
-Hi.

It was nice to see you again.

-Didier would like to get his office back.
-I’m almost done.

I’m with Dujarric.

I just need the file we have

on him and on a girl named Edith Weber.

W-E-B-E-R. Like the musician.

She owns a store at 11, Rue du Croissant.

-It’s urgent.
-At your command, Captain.

So, you’re setting up in my office?

I’m almost done.

-The pool chick?
-She took a dive.

The file

for that Weber girl.

Forget about Dujarric.

Move it, this is urgent.

At your command, Captain.

She jots down notes, sketches,

like any other journo.

Except she’s not a journalist.

What does she do in the evening?

She stays home.

Right above the store.

All alone, which is a shame
for such a beautiful girl.

She goes to bed around ten p.m.

And I go home,

all alone.

No, in my humble opinion, Mr. Dujarric,

your suspicions are unjustified.

I do not care about your humble opinion.

We aren’t the only ones to complain.

She was also spotted
in the couture houses.

I’m certain she’s stealing our designs.

Is your jacket a new design?

-We only do women’s garments.
-That’s what I’m saying.

Listen, Sabatier...

If Edith Weber steals your designs,
I’ll nab her.

Does that work for you?

It does.

But, watch out,

I’m not as dumb as I seem.

Aline.

Antoine?

Antoine?

Lucien, you could’ve called.
It’s been four days.

No need to worry.

I was in a stakeout every night.

Every night?

That thief from Sentier?
Did you find anything?

She’s not a thief.

Do you have her file?

That Dujarric fellow is paranoid.

If the client says she’s guilty,
she’s guilty.

We’re not being paid to collect evidence.

Yes, I’ve got your file.

But only for the chick,
I didn’t have time for Dujarric’s.

Here you go...

Edith Weber, born on July 13, 1955,
in Paris,

to Samuel Jacob Weber and Viviane Edith...

It’s all here, read it yourself.

By the way,

what are you doing tomorrow night?
Do you have a party?

Not much.

“Not much...” Come on, now,

those people are spotless.

You got the old man’s address,
that’s a start.

How do I get to ViIIe-d’Avray?

Mr. Samuel Weber, please.

What’s this about?

His daughter Edith.

Follow me, sir...

Take a seat.

Mr. Weber won’t be long.

May I leave you to your own devices?

I need to tend to my flowers.

Go ahead, I’ll be fine.

Miss Edith Weber?

Edith?

In her state, she can’t hear you, sir.

-Mr. Weber?
-That’s me.

Leave us alone, Madeleine.

Mr. Sabatier,

private investigator.

I have a few questions for you
about your daughter...

Edith.

This is my daughter Edith,

when she was little.

She’s the woman you saw earlier.

The other one
was brought to me five years ago.

She was wanted.

We had to find her a new name,

a job,

and a hideout.

I had no choice.

I sold my store

as well as
my daughter’s birth certificate.

I knew someday someone
would come knocking.

Who told you?

Nobody.

I was asked to tail her.

She’s suspected of stealing designs.

Does anybody hold a grudge against her?

No, I have no idea.

It could be everyone or no one.

That’s what it’s like in Sentier.

What’s going to happen now?

Mr. Weber,
why did she need a new identity?

I can’t tell you.

I don’t know.

Who paid you
for your daughter’s identity?

I beg you, stop investigating.

Tell me her name, or her first name.

She must’ve had a first name
when she got here.

No.

No, I won’t tell you anything.

Come in.

I don’t have much choice.

How about Whisky?

Look, Sabatier, I don’t think you realize

that it’s New Year’s Eve. I’m in a hurry.

What was it that was so urgent?

I have a few questions for you.

Are you sure you don’t want a drink?

Let’s celebrate together.

Look, if this is a prank,
it’s in very bad taste.

It’s such a pleasant case, though:

the investigation...

Miss Weber,

you...

-and especially your boss.
-My boss?

Yes, your boss.

The guy who paid you
to get me to tail that chick.

Now I need a name.

I already explained this.

It’s my company that...

We can’t let people
steal our designs,

especially a fence from Sentier who...

When you’re a PI,
you can resort to those methods

without catching flak from any higher-ups.

What’s his name,

Mr. Dujarric?

You won’t believe me.

The name.

-The name!
-She...

She’s the one that wanted this,
she paid for it, planned everything.

I just do what she tells me.

I went to your agency and...

I paid up
to have you investigate the case.

Now leave me alone.

She’s going to the party,
let’s go there too.

Edith.

All the men are looking at you, my dear.

Don’t turn around yet, wait.

He’s staring at you like...

Which one?

I cant see him anymore.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

Is Max here?

I’m afraid it’s game night tonight.

He attended a party,

they’ve only just started.

Madam, please!

You know he doesn’t want to be disturbed.

Max, we need to talk.

Right now.

Good evening, Edith.

André, take my place.

Excuse me, gentlemen,

I’ll be right back.

It’s over.

-What’s over?
-He tracked me down, Max.

What do we do now?

Hold on,
what exactly are you talking about?

You know.

But I don’t, Aline, I don’t.

I don’t understand what you’re saying.

You come here
in the middle of the night...

How long has it been?

Oh, no, Max, no...

I’m not letting you off so easily.

You can’t act like that,
after everything we...

-After what, Aline?
-Stop calling me that.

My apologies,

Edith.

Answer me.

What do you plan to do now?

He recognized me, he knows who I am.

He’ll never let go, he’ll rat me out.

I’m scared, Max, you hear me?

I’m scared.

What are you talking about,

Edith?

Why are you so mad?

Did you do something wrong?

You bastard.

You bastard.

You never should’ve left me.

Were both in this together.

You tend to forget that.

There weren’t any witnesses, Edith,

only you...

and me.

You scum!

I knew you were sleeping around!

Get out of here, you hear me?

Get out of this car right now!

Let go of me!

-Look, ma’am, calm down!
-Shut up!

She’s underage! How could you?

How long has this been going on?

You’re coming home!

-Right now!
-No!

Henri!

Poor Henri.

I mean, look at him.

You think you can make me go home?
Look at your hubby.

-What a sight.
-Stop...

You filthy whore,

I knew you were worthless.

You gold digger, you whore.

We believed you about your rape

and you get it on
every night with that bastard!

I’ll bet your mother was just like you!

A bad seed, that’s what you are!

You...

dirty Jew!

Say it again.

Repeat what you just said.

Dirty Jew!

That’s enough, stop it!

Leave it, Max.

I’ll never go back with them.

I love you, Max.

Look at them, Henri.

That little whore...

Filthy little...

I’ll do anything you want, Max,
like in the old days.

Remember those days?

You’ve aged, Aline.

You used to be better at this,

you were better at handling men.

Way better.

Too late, Edith.

A year ago, I would’ve done anything
to get you back.

But now, I’m cured.

Go away.

I have a game to finish.

Our secret’s safe with me.

That’s already a lot to ask.

Now you’re gonna talk,

I need to understand!

Open up.

I need to talk to you!

Open up, for God’s sake!

He’ll be back, Max.

Tomorrow or in a month,
he’ll be back.

He’s been waiting for six years.

Do you understand?

Is this your new collection?

Too chic.

Too subtle

for your type of clientele.

What do we do, Max?

Get some sleep.

You’re going to help me.

This time around, I can’t do this alone.

Come.

Hold me.

Hold me tight.

I missed you so much.

You’re mine.

You’re mine, and nobody else’s.

I don’t want to go to prison.

You need to get rid of him for me.

Come.

Yes, I’ll do it.

You need to swear it to me, Max.

I swear.

Nobody will ever know.

You’ll never leave me again, Aline.

-No.
-Ever.

I love you, Max.

I love you.

I love you.

Rony!

Rony, open up! It’s me, Lucien.

-Rony!
-Yes!

But... what happened to you, Lucien?
Sit down.

What happened to you?

Did she fight back?

A gang of bill posters led by a guy
in a black Jaguar.

Who are they?

This year’s off to a great start.

You gotta see a medic.

-I know a guy who’s low-key.
-No, I’m fine.

It’s mainly my shoulder... a strain.

So, who’s the man in the Jaguar?

You know, in Sentier...

the fashion industry,
it’s a whole ecosystem.

Look, Rony, I got no time for this.

Spit it out.

Max.

Max who?

Mr. Max.

What’s the link to Edith Weber?

I warned you.
You gotta let this go, Lucien.

Mr. Max is extremely dangerous,
he’s a big shot.

Nothing out in the open:
his staff, his companies...

He keeps everything underground.

What about the Weber store,
does he protect it?

Does a bear shit in the woods?

In Sentier,
if you’re not protected, shalom.

How long has the girl been running
the Webers’ store?

I don’t know, I went “on vacation”,

with you.

Before I got busted,
I used to know Samuel Weber.

He passed the torch to that chick.

She’s got chutzpah,
working alone in Sentier,

it can’t be easy.

Does André Dujarric ring a bell?

Dujarric, yeah.

He’s Mr. Max’s driver,
and for other bosses too.

Does he drive the Jaguar?

I’m talking sham companies!

That’s the kind of cab he drives.

Falsified invoices to get the VAT back,

the cotton mill in Sentier,

the trust company in La Chapelle,
and so forth...

I heard that guy Dujarric...

didn’t mind overtime work.

He’s like “barn, barn”,
leaves no punches unpulled.

This isn’t for us, brother.

That’s why I, Rony,

stick comfortably to the fur trade
and you

ought to stick to snooping on cheaters.

Give up, Lucien.

Make yourself at home,
I’ll take care of you.

We’re used to it.

Without the hack looking
through the peephole and turning the key,

it’s not gonna do it for me.

Miss Edith?

Miss Edith?

Are you here?

Keep it down, Mrs. Pasquet.

She’s sleeping.

-She needs to rest today.
-Mr. Max,

-this is so unexpected...
-What about you?

You’re working on January 1st?

No, it’s a surprise.

We thought she’d be alone
on New Year’s Day.

So the girls are bringing gifts at noon

and I came in earlier to prep everything.

But now that you’re here,
it changes everything.

“Noon,” you said?

I’ll be there.

Whatever you do, don’t warn her.

You haven’t seen me.

My lips are sealed.

See you later.

I’ll send someone over
for the broken window.

I’m here, sweetie, Mommy’s here.

It’s kinda funny to be my wife’s lover.

Please, stop.

You still don’t want to see them?

No.

It’s what’s best for them,

and for me.

It’s more complicated than that.

Damn, this arm hurts.

They got me good.
Must’ve broken something.

This doesn’t look pretty.

They forgot about me.

Not your eldest.

He knows Paul isn’t his real dad.

Fuck, that burns, be careful.

You’re the one who left.

When I see that one...

I’m sorry, but some days,
it gets a bit rough.

What about today?

What about today?

Aside from the medical care
and hanky panky,

what is it that you need?

A hand.

It’s her, you understand? I know it.

But what happened to Aline Kaminker?

What if I asked you to drop it?

Look at the state you’re in.

You’re going to wish a happy new year
to the Beffroits

and ask them about Aline.

It’s January 1st after all.

Patricia, please,
I can’t go meet the Beffroits.

It’s useless, Lucien, they’re not in.

What?

I should’ve told you a long time ago...

While you were locked up,
the Beffroits died.

Both of them.

Murdered.

She’s been wanted for the past five years.

She’s probably the murderer.

-You bastard.
-Lucien...

Why did you never mention the murder?

Would it have changed anything?

Superintendent Cordet
was in charge of the Beffroit case?

He had to go through hoops
to get that case.

We owed you that much, no?

So you set up a vendetta?

To restore the police’s honor?

If we found the girl,
it would’ve opened an opportunity for you.

She was turning into a criminal after all.

And Cordet never found her.

Well, I did.

How?

She’s Edith Weber.

The chick from Sentier.

Shit.

Are you sure?

How much did they bribe you?

How much?

And who was it?

I couldn’t have seen it coming, Lucien.

Some guy called the agency.

He told me Dujarric
would bring me the money

to hand you the Weber case.

“A love affair”, he called it.
The client is king.

Lucien, for fuck’s sake...

Shit, had I known...

You’re not gonna cry, are you?

And you did get that money.

It’s great publicity:
PI’s doing better than the Crime Squad.

No way, this is too big for us.

This is the Crime Squad’s job,
I’m calling Cordet.

No, Brunet.

This is my case. I’ll finish this alone.

Gimme a couple of days.

What do you plan to do?

Someone is behind all this.

A guy who’s determined.

And I won’t let him go.

Gimme three days.

I’ve been waiting for six years.

You have 48 hours.

Thanks, Antoine.

You made me do this,

so I beg you, watch out,
and don’t forget...

That I’m a rapist.

No, don’t worry.

Happy New Year, Edith!

Happy New Year!

For Yvette!

-Here you go, Yvette, happy New Year.
-Happy New Year.

-Baptism by champagne.
-Happy New Year.

And mine. Here we go.

Cheers, sweetie.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year!

-Myriam, you didn’t kiss me.
-Happy New Year to you.

Sorry, I’ll be right back.

How long have you been waiting?

We agreed it was tonight.

I wanted to see you.

Do you like them?

Anyway, you have a good memory.

Are you going to be long?

I have something to show you.

A surprise?

You’ll see.

Look at their insistent stares.

They think you’re beautiful.

Don’t be scared.

Nobody understands French around here.

Come.

You see?

The new laws didn’t change a thing.

There will always be migrants in exile,
illegal aliens.

Right, Edith?

All the money I earn,

all the risks I’ve taken,

it was all for you.

Without you, it makes no sense.

A man needs a woman behind him
to get the job done.

It’s nice that you’re back.

Look at them.

It’s January 1st, and they’re all at work.

They trust me.

Max protects them.

Max feeds and houses them.

Max controls them.

Hi, Nando, how are you?

Fine, how are you, Mr. Max?

I brought you the work cards
you asked for,

as well as Hakim’s ID.

-Thank you very much.
-You’re welcome.

Here you go.

Tell them Mr. Max dropped by
to bring the New Year gift cards

and that he wishes

a happy New Year to them
and to their families.

You see, Edith...

everything I’ve ever wanted,
I got it now.

But I’m ready to drop everything for you.

One word from you, Edith...

and we leave together.

We leave all of it behind.

And we leave for a sunny place.

It’s all set up, you know?

I have enough money
to move to whatever location you want,

whenever you want.

But...

why would we flee?

Why do you want
to leave everything behind?

Well, I don’t know, because...

because of him.

He found you, didn’t he?

It was you.

You put him on my trail.

Aline.

Do you want to marry me?

You have no choice.

-Oh, yeah?
-You said it yourself.

He recognized you.

He’s trying to figure out
why you changed your name.

We’ll point him in the right direction.

And then...

Aline!

Five years ago,

you killed someone,

Aline Kaminker. Did you forget that?

Now we’re going to kill again
and you know it.

Thank you, Antoine.

-Who warned you?
-The radio, what about him?

-Look, Lucien...
-Hi, Cordet, any updates?

No, nothing,
except that she isn’t down there.

So where is she?

We don’t know yet, but we’ll find her.
I promise.

I’m sorry, Lucien, but we had to...

Brunet’s right,
don’t hold this against him.

You followed the lead like a real cop.

Now hand it over to us.

I turn in my badge
and thanks for everything.

See you, I’ve got to meet a friend.

-Bye, Béraud.
-So long, Lucien.

It was such a nice store.

You should have seen it in ‘36
when I first got here,

I painted it brown.

But not a sad brown.

A shiny brown,
chestnut brown, you know?

And look at it now.

Mr. Weber,

we have a few questions to ask you.

Yes, I know, I know.

It was bound to happen.

You don’t know where she is,
not the slightest idea?

If I knew,

do you think I’d tell you?

Mr. Weber, please, we need your help.

I’m at your disposal, gentlemen.

You’re not taking me in, are you?

-Lucien...
-Look.

Cordet and I, we thought...

There are other people
pulling her strings,

and they’re not necessarily glitterati.

So, the superintendent and I

were thinking...

Your service weapon.

I agreed to look the other way.

Are the funeral arrangements
already settled?

Fires happen all the time
in this industry.

Insurances are never eager to cough up
the money, but that’s life.

What’s odd
is that the Weber store was doing fine.

Most people don’t have a sugar daddy
to pay their suppliers.

You mean, Max?

She claims to be independent now,

but I believe he still helps her out.

He was crazy about her.

-“Independent?”
-Forget it, they’re drunk.

You smell like home,

baby.

What do you mean by that?

You ain’t from North Africa,
you wouldn’t know.

-What about Max?
-Oh, no, Max,

he’s from Napoli.

Lucien, forget Max.

We’re here to have fun.

Right, Edwige?

What are you doing here?

Are you out of your mind?

If you want to berate me,
let’s do it inside.

Let’s not wake up everybody.

Thank you.

She’s upstairs.

It was bound to happen, no?

Cut the crap.

You got me once, that should be enough.

Come on,

get the hell out of here, grab your stuff
and shoo, shoo!

Hold on a second.

Please.

Help me, I’m begging you.

Listen to what I have to say!

I didn’t get it at first.

I thought you were looking for revenge.

I hadn’t figured out
that Max had set us up.

I’m not sure what you know about...

I don’t know anything.

I’m not interested
in you, Max, or your scams,

I don’t care.

You set fire to your store,
you’re on the run,

you waltz in and now what?

It’s the only place
where they won’t look for me.

It buys me time.

What about me? I exist, for God’s sake!

You could ask me first!

I thought...

you’d be OK with this.

Why would I even help you?

Because I spent six years in jail
thanks to you?

What do I care about all this shit?

Work it out with Max
and leave me alone.

I want to forget all this.

That’s all I want.

To forget.

To forget.

To forget you in particular.

Liar.

Let me crash here for a few days.

Until I get back on my feet.

I have money. I’ll find a solution.

A fake ID, my contacts...

And you’ll never hear from me again.

You know, at my age,
I still have a few lifetimes ahead of me.

Don’t make fun of me.

It’s not my fault if I’m like this.

Is it mine, perhaps?

No, stop.

Stop!

We don’t have to...

But why?

Why can’t we talk
like normal human beings?

I wonder why.

Stop...

Do you want a cup of tea?

Some other hot beverage?

Can I stay here tonight?

Just tonight?

You don’t really have a choice,
apparently.

No.

Also...

I needed to come here.

Aline, get out of the way.

Al in e!

I’ll kill her.

I’ll kill her.

I’ll kill her!

I’ll find you...

Some day, I’ll find you...

What are you saying?

I can’t hear you.

So?

What are you waiting for?

You don’t want that anymore?

I’ve paid the price,

don’t you think?

It was more than enough.

This light is so sinister.

I hope this will suffice.

I need a passport to leave France.

I need to leave,
no matter the destination,

for some place in the sun.

Wherever I go, I can’t escape myself.

It might as well be sunny.

How am I going to manage?

What?

What do you want?

What’s got into you?

Are you scared?

Why is your heart pounding so fast?

I want you...

Say it again.

Say it again.

Say it again!

I want you.

I want you.

Is that what you wanted?

Is that it?

Yes.

That’s what I wanted...

from the start.

The sun will rise soon.

I gotta go.

I took the money and the pictures.

I’ll be there this evening,
with a passport for you.

And then...

we’ll leave together.

In the meantime,

stay put.

What?

Nothing.

Damn...

Miss Weber.

For real, Lucien, you’ve lost it!

Edith Weber?

None of the guys
will print a fake ID for her.

Usually, Max is at the top
of the fake ID food chain.

And I heard on the radio
that Max is on the run.

We all stick together, don’t you get it?

I get it.

You all cover for that sleazebag.

That girl, the other day,
was that about sticking together?

-Lucien...
-Don’t bother, Rony.

I’d better talk to God himself
rather than his saints, huh?

Tell me where Max is hiding.

You’re out of your mind.

You can’t show your face around here!

Max wants you dead,
why would he give you a passport?

Because I have Edith.

-Tell me where he is.
-I have no idea.

Nobody knows, he’s the only one who knows.

Look, brother, come here.

I’ll help you leave on the down-low.

You need to leave the neighborhood.
His men are everywhere.

If someone sees you here,
Max will be alerted.

That’s exactly what I want.

Place du Caire.

What?

Go to Place de Caire,

someone will pick you up,
you won’t wait long. Take this.

That way.

Hop in, move it.

That’s unexpected.

Turns out, it’s me.

This is it.

Well... Bye.

Don’t turn around, hands against the wall.

On your right.

You wanted to see me?

I’m listening.

-I need a passport.
-For whom?

I have the pictures in my pocket.

Are you going on vacation?

I’m retiring,

thanks to you.

What about her?

It would be risky to leave her behind.

On the night of the murder,
you were with her.

She needs to leave.

Otherwise, you’ll never be safe.

Anywhere.

With or without a mustache.

I’ve never enjoyed being safe.

I never needed that.

You don’t want to help her?

This isn’t the first time I work for her.

Everything’s ready.

A new ID, in the name of Mathilde Varenni,

née Crénesse.

Mr. Varenni, that’s me.

She won’t be leaving with you.

Oh, yeah?

She’s leaving with me.

With you?

Mathilde! Did you hear this?

Mathilde?

Forgive me,
I never introduced you to Mathilde.

The name suits her well.

Don’t you think?

Mathilde...

Edith or Aline,
a whore is always a whore.

Watch your mouth.

A whore’s a whore.
You buy her and she sells herself.

Don’t listen to him,
he’s talking nonsense.

You didn’t cry rape this time?

-Want any details?
-Kick him out.

You did it again?

You slept with him again?

No, nothing happened, kick him out.

Don’t lie or I’ll kill him.

Last time I fucked her,
I got six years in jail.

So, go ahead,

what are you waiting for?

No, Max!

I love him.

Wait for me outside.

You coming?

No.

You’ll need that.

Thank you, I’ll manage.

I don’t know if she left with Max.

I stayed in that room until night fell.

Outside,

it had started raining.

I traveled back to Paris,

and I started waiting for her.

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