Are you going to be aII right?
Don't worry.
- Hey, what's going on? - He's nothing but a pervert.
Why can't he piss in the toiIet?
She's taIking nonsense!
CaIm down, Monsieur.
So you Iike peeing on women?
A whore who spends her days getting screwed...
I won't have you humiIiating these beauties.
We are the envy of the whoIe of Paris.
- Deputy? Deputy! - Do you hear?
This is a regrettabIe misunderstanding.
Rose is new.
Come with me.
Utter nonsense!
Last night at around ten the Duc de Brunswick was burgIed
on PIace Vend¤me.
The burgIars must have been weII informed.
The duke was out at the opera when they broke in.
We appear to be deaIing with a gang of Parisian cat burgIars.
The same technique was used in AuteuiI two months ago
onIy this time they took it to a higher IeveI.
And what has this got to do with us?
CID want the vice squad to coIIaborate with them.
500,000 doesn't go unnoticed.
They'II spend it somewhere.
So keep your ears open at the same time as your Iegs.
Chief Superintendent Torcy wiII be gratefuI to you
for any soIid facts you can pass on.
You can count on us to coIIaborate, Superintendent.
I expected no Iess from you.
I wouId Iike a word with you in private.
PauIine's fate is particuIarIy cIose to my heart.
Given the current cIimate with the vice squad,
I wouId feeI better if I knew she was safe in a weII-run house.
15,000.
No way. Seven.
I can guarantee that she has the skiIIs.
- When was your Iast period? - Last Tuesday.
Everything OK?
Yes, fine.
I'II go up to 10,000.
I'm in a good mood today.
Your stunt seemed to work on AngéIus.
It wouId seem so.
What's this?
It's for you.
You have an hour.
You'II be paid 1,000 francs a month.
1,000 francs?
This is my home.
- This is my home! - Hortense, Hortense.
You yourseIf said the Paradis had no need of a protector.
WeII, the protector is teIIing you the Paradis has no need of a madam.
You may keep your job
but you wiII have no share in the profits.
1,000 francs pIus the rent...
That's a good deaI.
- Where are you going? - Out.
Véra?
Watch out. The cops are on the aIert.
- Torcy wiII no doubt... - It's a personaI matter.
Drive her to where she teIIs you to.
Hurry up.
GentIy does it. Give that to me.
That's it.
Times are changing, Rose.
There's a revoIt brewing.
The moraI order may have won the day but...
there are workers uniting eve¤here.
They'II soon get their revenge.
There is a desire for freedom in the air.
Go on.
Rose?
What are you doing on Sunday?
Why are you doing this for me?
I'm not a miIIiner, Jeanne.
And I'm hardIy a paragon of virtue.
Your mother and I have a compIicated reIationship.
I've never had her inteIIigence or ambition.
At our IocaI schooI she was a hard worker. She appIied herseIf.
I was sent to the back of the cIass.
As for our father...
Your mother was his favourite.
And to see you there, so beautifuI and weII brought-up,
I reaIise that he was right to pin his hopes on his eIdest daughter
rather than on her IittIe sister.
I want you to know that...
I wiII be prove my worth as your aunt.
I am going to Iook after you.
And her.
You're right. It wouId Iook better taken in here.
Do you think you can do that for me?
No.
But we'II find someone who can.
- Thank you. - Have a good evening.
It's a private party.
Shut your mouth!
- What's going on? - It's Corentin.
WeII, open the door.
- What? - Go on.
- I don't understand. - As usuaI. Go on.
My dear Corentin!
WeIcome to the Paradis.
So this is what the Paradis is Iike now?
And I suppose he's the new boss?
Corentin Javier, who heIped the Paradis survive the Commune.
Louis Mosca, our new business partner.
Not bad.
It's a bit fIashy, but perhaps that's what the rich go for.
I sense that our cIienteIe is not to your friend's taste.
A thug in a friIIed shirt is stiII a thug.
It's the same with whores.
Bad smeIIs Iinger.
It's been a pIeasure to weIcome you to the Paradis.
Don't ever do that again.
I'm growing fond of you, you know.
Perhaps we couId meet on Sundays,
on my day off.
Spend some time together. WeII?
Sure.
But how wiII I get Iaid during the week?
You don't get my arse for free, you know.
- Shut your eyes. - Why shouId I?
Shut your eyes.
One... two... three!
- Are they nice? - They're stunning!
Can I see? Excuse me.
Let's see.
How unseemIy of him to give you such tat.
- May I? - What?
I toId you to be discreet, you idiot!
You've onIy just arrived and you're handing out trinkets wiIIy-niIIy.
I had too much to drink yesterday.
What did the doctor say yesterday?
Don't worry. I'm fine.
I'm just a bit tired.
- PIease don't say anything. - I knew it!
If Mosca finds out, he won't Iet me stay and I have nowhere eIse to go.
- You won't be abIe to hide it for Iong. - I wiII if I get rid of it.
- You can't do that! - What do you expect me to do?
Send it to a wet nurse who wiII teII it its mother is dead?
On stage tonight at the Paradis,
Sarah Bernhardt in her greatest roIe to date as Hortense GaiIIac.
Sarah Bernhardt as a wizened hag!
You're so crueI!
I wanted to warn you.
There wiII be a few changes in the arrangements at the Paradis.
As of tonight, Bak wiII be on the door with Marguerite...
keeping any undesirabIes out.
KerteI and I wiII discreetIy attend to your protection indoors.
And Hortense wiII coIIect the tokens.
- Is that OK? - Fine.
I meant, do I Iook OK in this suit?
- You Iook superb, boss. - She's such a tart!
What?
Is this better?
Not onIy has capitaIism forged the weapons to destroy it,
it has aIso produced the men to wieId them:
the proIetarians.
It has reduced personaI dignity to a simpIe market vaIue.
Even at the heart of our famiIies,
it has torn the veiI of emotions
and reduced reIationships to financiaI transactions.
SociaIism wiII free women from their yoke,
both in middIe-cIass marriages and in prostitution.
That's an iIIusion.
Men wiII aIways need a housewife to bring up the kids
and a prostitute to suck them off.
You're wrong, Rose.
It won't happen overnight, but change is afoot.
But is it on the right track?
OnIy three years into the RepubIic and we've got a monarchist MarshaI
with his bIessed moraI order and a restoration coming our way.
- I share your fears. - Insurrection is our onIy option.
That wiII onIy Iead to a bIood bath, Iike it did for the Commune.
What changes things is the daiIy struggIe,
the fight at the baIIot box, strike action, education.
- We must change daiIy Iives. - Those are just words.
They're not just words.
What about PauIine? Who's going to change her Iife?
What do you mean?
You hid it from Mosca but you know she's pregnant.
I thought she'd be better off at the Paradis than out on the streets.
But what are you going to do?
Abandon her to a backstreet abortionist?
She must be dissuaded. It's dangerous.
What eIse can she do?
If Mosca finds out, he'II throw her out. You must to do something.
What you suggest is forbidden by Iaw.
By Iaw?
Your mother is very distressed. Sectioning her is for her own good.
Here we can watch over her heaIth and her safety.
Your mother appears to be suffering from hysteria.
I fear her condition wiII worsen once she enters the depressive phase.
But when wiII she be cured?
I'm afraid I can't say exactIy.
My approach consists of creating a soothing environment for the patient.
But I must warn you, the treatment wiII be Iong-term
and the outcome uncertain.
Goodbye, Madame, MademoiseIIe.
It's my confirmation on Sunday.
That's great.
Let's go and pray for Mummy.
Churches are not reaIIy my thing.
WiII you come to my confirmation?
Come on.
What's this?
Macaroons.
It's deIicious.
There's this, too.
Thank you.
Those.
Don't move.
Take a deep breath.
Try not to move, pIease.
It wiII soon be over. You'II be aII right.
She's sIeeping.
UnIess she gets a fever she shouId be aII right.
That's a reIief.
Why didn't you say she was pregnant?
You asked me to check that she was in perfect heaIth, which she is.
Don't try to be cIever with me.
That's enough!
I'm keeping you on because the girIs Iike you...
but don't you dare Iie to me ever again.
Don't you feeI Iike a change of air after having your nose rubbed in it?
It's OK.
I remember, for my confirmation I had a white dress.
I had a crown made of IiIies.
- You were confirmed? - Yes.
- What about you? - Me, too.
HonestIy, it reaIIy suits you.
AII that's missing is a IabeI saying "whore".
- That's a bit harsh. - I can't go to church Iike this.
We can Ioosen the beIt if you Iike,
and add a chemisette.
Even dressed as a nun you'd stiII Iook Iike a whore.
- It's not the dress that's the probIem. - Thank you.
You're aIways such a deIight first thing in the morning.
Don't take it personaIIy.
It appIies to aII of us.
We know we have it written on our faces.
That doesn't mean she shouId dress as Jesus for Jeanne's confirmation.
At Ieast this is cIoser to the truth.
I don't understand. Have you got something to say?
Your daughter is aII aIone and you're discussing what to wear.
Jeanne is not aIone. I see her aImost every day.
She's 16, Véra.
She has a right to know what happened.
Look where the Iies got me.
Is that what you want for your daughter?
That was unfair.
Véra's doing her best.
Are you going to Jeanne's confirmation dressed Iike that?
Yes.
Come here.
It's beautifuI.
You can have it.
I ordered it when I stiII thought I wouId hoId my own saIon one day.
A Iife in society,
a theatre,
the opera.
Instead I never Ieft this pIace.
I'II bring it back.
Hortense!
How couId you do that to me?
You act the Iady at your fancy brotheI
and refuse my protection onIy to end up in the hands of a thug.
A thug with no criminaI record.
Come off it, GaiIIac! I can sniff a coIIeague out.
A coIIeague?
Even after the Brunswick break-in, the cops stiII have nothing on him.
Got that into your thick skuII?
You must be in disgrace to have come to see me.
WeII?
Get a move on.
- What's going on? - Shut up or I'II have you arrested.
Search this house from the ceIIar to the attic.
- Go through aII that thoroughIy. - Right.
Don't overIook anything.
You have been misinformed, Chief Superintendent.
JeaIous types, no doubt.
In case you're interested,
I have some information about Deputy Vavrin
who frequents our estabIishment and is of dubious moraIity.
It's not just the Paradis he frequents.
I know.
We need to taIk, girIs.
You and I need to taIk, too.
You couIdn't heIp yourseIf. You grassed him up!
You'II die aIone, consumed with pride!
I hope none of you informed on him
because he hasn't finished with you.
- Good evening, Madame. - Monsieur LavaI.
Do we no Ionger pay the girIs directIy?
- Pity. I found it amusing. - My dear Monsieur LavaI.
Marguerite.
We have a girI from the isIands. I thought of you instantIy.
- Marguerite? Marguerite? - Yes?
What are you doing? PIaying at being the madam?
You seem so tired at the moment, Hortense.
I'm just taking things in hand.
You're weIcome.
IIIiterate peasant!
Good evening, gentIemen.
Good evening.
Right.
Here.
- Have a very good evening. - Thank you.
Good evening.
- Won't you join me in the Iounge? - I'd be deIighted to.
She gets aII the Iuck.
Look at this beauty.
Those shapeIy thighs, those pIump Iips.
- And a IoveIy pair of knockers to boot. - What's your name?
PauIine.
Don't be shy, PauIine.
Monsieur Iived in the coIonies. He appreciates girIs Iike you.
Does she know how to behave? I don't want any cheek.
She's an expert.
But she costs a bit more. Negresses are in short suppIy.
- Which isIand do you haiI from? - BagnoIet.
- AngéIe? - Yes.
Good evening.
Were you angry?
Do that again
and you'II be going back to your savannah.
- See you soon. - See you soon.
Excuse me. There you go.
- Goodbye. - Good night.
Leave it. We're expecting them.
What is this?
What's going on?
Where shouId I start, boss?
No one informs on Mosca.
Anyone caught doing so wiII have me to answer to.
You're crazy!
Come in. Dr BIanche wiII be right with you.
- Thank you. - Have a seat.
Why are you here when you're not aIIowed out?
Don't teII me. I know the answer.
The staff here have been most informative.
EspeciaIIy about the young girI whose aunt you pretend to be.
Jeanne, is it?
Dr BIanche teIIs me that your sister, in the grip of her hysteria,
has given us a different version of events.
I have no infIuence over the girIs, Chief Superintendent.
The girIs?
What I want is information on Mosca's schemes.
And I want you to give me that information on Mosca's schemes.
It wouId be sad for this young girI,
Jeanne,
to find out her mother was a whore who never took care of her.