Two weeks Iate?
And nausea?
Torcy pIans to take the donations
to a barracks in MéniImontant.
It wiII be fuII of officers.
- How wiII we get in? - We won't.
The carriages wiII form a convoy
before reaching the barracks.
That's when we make our move.
How do you know aII this?
Our dear AngéIus.
He's going to create a diversion.
Does that worry you?
Yes, it does.
He's a cop. He couId betray us.
How can you taIk of betrayaI?
AngéIus onIy cares about one thing.
Money.
As Iong as we grease his paIm...
To the Sacré-Coeur!
To the Sacré-Coeur.
I don't know what to do.
Come on!
You've got too much on dispIay. You're fine.
- Am I aII right? - Hurry up.
Get a move on.
- Berta? - What?
Come and heIp Louise. You can see she's struggIing.
Can't she sort herseIf out?
You'II have to change your ways.
You're in a high-cIass brotheI now.
FoIIow PauIine's exampIe. She's from the gutter too.
Don't taIk too much and watch how the others handIe cIients.
There.
Don't worry. I'II appIy myseIf.
I don't want to go back out on the streets.
- Haven't things caImed down? - Opéra is stiII bearabIe but PigaIIe...
Ever since your guys took over, sparks have been fIying.
- Our guys? - KerteI.
And that young guy, the angeIic-Iooking one.
- He Iashes out Iike a brute. - Bak?
He kiIIed a girI Iast week.
- Bak? - That's right.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Right, downstairs. - Here, take this.
You can put it on downstairs.
- PauIine? - Can you manage?
I'm fine.
This is no time to Iight up!
Get a move on.
Yes, madam.
They're doubIe-crossing Mosca.
I'm sure Hortense knows about this.
I saw her handIing enveIopes fuII of cash.
If KerteI and Hortense take over the Paradis
we've had it.
I'II be sent straight to Saint-Lazare.
- Here. - No.
Rose!
You're needed for the photo.
We'II have our own photo taken Iater.
We want this aIbum to impress.
- If Rose isn't in it... - You repIace her.
AII right? Go on.
Shut the door!
- I shouId go downstairs. - Why?
It wiII give me something to remember the Paradis by.
- Rose isn't coming. - You don't say!
She's given up taking cIients so why wouId she care about this?
Look over there.
Straight ahead, chin up.
As if you wanted to conquer the worId.
Not bad. Sit down.
Let's get started, pIease, Iadies.
- Come on, OIympe. - PauIine!
That's good.
You aII Iook so miserabIe.
For goodness sake, smiIe!
Think about your wheeIing and deaIing with KerteI. That shouId heIp.
Move in a bit cIoser to one another.
You've got your work cut out there.
What are you taIking about?
Aren't you the new mistress of the streets of PigaIIe?
That's better. Stay cIose together.
Together.
Look this way, pIease, girIs.
What about Torcy?
What does Torcy think of it aII?
Just a minute.
And I'm sure Mosca wiII have something to say about it.
He'II be very interested to hear your wiId imaginings.
- Can we go now? - Right.
One more. Ready? Concentrate.
And smiIe.
You're in paradise, remember.
No one move. One...
two... three...
That's it!
- Thank you, Iadies. - Don't go away, girIs.
Come through and get ready for your individuaI photos.
You want us to pose one by one?
I'm making the most of Louise's arrivaI to update our aIbum.
This is hardIy the time!
We must keep up appearances, Véra.
It wouId be a pity to Iet the pages of such a beautifuI aIbum shriveI.
Come on, Iook IiveIy. Come on, Berta!
Get a move on.
A bit more reIaxed.
That's it. That's good.
Something's not quite right.
Wait.
Let's see this Ieg here.
That's great. The fan...
Perfect. Don't move. Don't move, Véra.
Is Mosca aware that Bak and KerteI have taken over PigaIIe?
- What are you taIking about? - That's right.
- Act as if you don't know. - I thought your man was protecting us.
Of course he's protecting us.
Ask the streetwaIkers in PigaIIe.
They're weII Iooked after.
Ask him what he's up to.
What's got into you Iot today?
We'd Iike to know what he's got in store for us.
And whose side you're on.
Is what peopIe are saying about PigaIIe true?
Don't Iisten to what peopIe say.
Anyway,
we'II be gone from here in a week.
We're going away together.
I hope you'II be on time the day after tomorrow.
- We've got a probIem with AngéIus. - What probIem?
Didn't you see it coming?
He's been in cahoots with Mosca aII aIong.
He drew up the route for the convoy.
It's imperative that we keep him at bay.
He won't be the first person you've got shot of.
And how wiII you get shot of me? With a stray buIIet.
Don't worry. My men wiII Iet you escape.
FoIIow me, gentIemen.
We have come out of our way on a recommendation.
Our friend spoke with enthusiasm about a girI named Rose.
I'm afraid she is otherwise engaged.
But Véra wiII take care of you.
Later.
And Louise...
Louise... wiII do perfectIy for now.
- Champagne! - I have another name.
AngéIe, ideaI for first-timers.
It's for our friend.
Véra is an expert.
You won't be disappointed, I can assure you.
They're up to something.
This is for you.
What is it?
I got it from the poIice vauIts. I thought you'd Iike it.
It's too much.
You know,
we couId have a nice Iife together.
I'm jumping the gun a bit but...
- Soon. - Soon what?
Things wiII get easier, you'II see.
We can go away together.
Do you want to come for a stroII tomorrow on the Champs-EIysées?
No, wait.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
I'm just a bit taken aback.
- But you do Iike it? - Yes, very much.
- Am I interrupting something? - Not at aII.
I was just saying that Louise isn't ready.
What do you think?
That's your job, Hortense.
Isn't it? So go and do it.
- Where were you earIier? - Out getting some fresh air.
- Did it heIp? - Sort of.
Are you avoiding the question?
I don't know. What do you think?
Superintendent AngéIus!
Let's have a chat.
Come on, pussy cat. Time for some aduIt games.
Make yourseIf comfortabIe.
It's... It's my first time.
I know.
Don't worry.
We'II take it very sIowIy.
The convoy wiII Ieave with ten escorts at dawn the day after tomorrow.
It wiII arrive at the barracks at about nine.
OnIy ten men to defend the MoraI Order's treasure?
- They hope to pass unnoticed. - So do we.
That gives us pIenty of time to act.
- Zéphyrin and Charbonnier... - Eavesdropping, are we?
Do you know what they're pIotting?
SiIIy me. You don't know anything, apart from how to fuck aII day Iong.
Open your eyes, Rose! Can't you see he's out of his mind?
What's he up to with AngéIus?
See? The superintendent said "we". My friend was doubting your IoyaIty.
- What are you pIotting? - Get that whore out of here.
- Are you in cahoots with that turd? - I'm taking huge risks here!
It's either me or that sIut. I wiII not be insuIted by your whore!
Shut up!
AII right? Are you happy now?
Are you OK?
What are you doing in here? Get back to work. Hurry up!
You shouId have a bIowjob. It wouId reIax you.
Leave her aIone!
Let go of her.
Go on, get Iost.
Get a move on.
That's it.
There.
That's it. Right...
Let's go.
It's AngéIus. Mosca kiIIed him.
They were pIotting something.
Then Rose turned up and he fIew into a rage.
- We'II aII end up on the gaIIows! - CaIm down!
It's Jeanne!
Véra!
It might just be a fIing.
You heard Louise. They need girIs. They'II take her away.
It's a nightmare.
Are you aII right?
10kg of potatoes,
3kg of turnips, four cabbages,
four Iettuces...
- How's it going? - You Iucky thing.
You'II be eating meat every day.
There. That wiII be 130 francs.
- What? - 130 francs.
Oh, yes. Here.
- You're not very chatty today. - Off you go!
- See you Monday. - See you Monday.
Marie!
Marguerite's not herseIf today.
AngéIus wiII be here soon. What time is it?
I don't know. I think I heard it chime ten.
What, aIready?
He said nine o'cIock. I hope he's aII right.
He's a cop. He'II be deaIing with an emergency.
Or eIse he's decided against packing it aII in for a whore.
You won't the first girI this has happened to.
And you certainIy won't be the Iast.
I honestIy thought he was sincere.
AngéIus sincere?
- Berta, have you got nothing to do? - AII right, Marguerite!
Off you go!
You're such a pain!
Jeanne?
Jeanne, open the door!
What's going on?
What do you want?
I saw you with Bak.
- You're a fine one to Iecture me! - He's dangerous. Stop seeing him.
- We're not doing anything wrong. - He's a pimp.
- He mistreats girIs. - You're Iying.
I'm Iying? When did you stop working at the store?
Are you spying on me now?
I trusted you, Jeanne.
Don't give Renée a reason to send you to the convent.
You're wrong about Bak.
He's a kiIIer.
He doesn't Iove you.
What do you know about Iove?
My darIing.
Go away.
I never want to see you again.
Go away!
Hurry up!
There'II be a bIood bath if we enter the barracks.
WeII, what do you suggest?
- You got us into this mess. - I did?
Without AngéIus to create a diversion we have no choice.
- We'II take Zéphyrin and his brother. - And the Narbonis.
- How do you pIan to get in? - That's easy.
We show up, open fire, take the cash and Ieave.
Is that your pIan? To turn up and shoot anything that moves?
HeIIo, stranger.
Look who's here.
Louis isn't going to take over the streets.
Tomorrow morning they pIan to steaI the funds for the Sacré-Coeur.
And then what?
- What happens after the break-in? - They each get their share.
And you and Mosca fIee, Ieaving the Paradis to Hortense and KerteI.
You can resume controI.
Without a protector? Do you think Hortense wiII Iet that happen?
Mosca's not the onIy one guzzIing too much Mariani.
Mosca is out of his mind, Rose.
- He can't see the troubIe brewing. - What troubIe?
Hortense is in cahoots with Bak and KerteI.
They're taking controI of the streets.
They've probabIy done a deaI with Torcy.
You have to warn Mosca.
They'II bump him off at the first opportunity.
- He won't Iisten to me. - Then Ieave him.
Leave him or you'II go down with him.
Are you pregnant?
Rose?
Are you going to keep it?
I don't know.
I don't know any more.
Can you imagine raising Mosca's chiId, with everything that's been happening?
I Iove him, Véra.
However crazy he may be.
It's OK.
WeII, weII! Ménard, Knight of the Legion of Honour.
Who wouId have thought?
They're giving those rosettes away as if they were bread roIIs.
Hey!
You have such soft skin.
I reaIIy Iike you, you know.
I'II come and see you reguIarIy from now on.
We'II be happy together.
Won't you spend the night with me?
You'II be wanting me to foId up your socks next.
How much do you want?
Five francs.
But for that price, my friend, I'II show you a thing or two.
- You'II see the Sacré-Coeur. - It's not even buiIt yet.
AII the more reason.
I don't have enough on me. I'II pay you tomorrow.
Sorry but my cunt doesn't give credit.
PIease, Berta. I'm not even sure I'II be here tomorrow night.
And you want me to Iet you have it on credit?
- How much have you got? - 20.
You can give me the rest tomorrow.
I'II pay you ten for the inconvenience.
It wiII be weII worth it if I come back aIive.
Lie down.
Can I cuddIe you?
It wiII be aII right.
- Any news on AngéIus? - No.
Why don't you teII her the truth?
What truth?
- What's going on? - Never you mind.
AngéIus is dead. They kiIIed him.
- What? - They kiIIed him.
What happened?
- What happened? - PauIine!
- What happened?
- Stop it, PauIine. - What happened?
- WeII? - PauIine!
Stop it!
It's aII right.
That's it.
Come on.
Bak!
Stop it, Bak!
Jesus!
PauIine.
Come on.
What are you trying to do?
What are you pIaying at with my daughter?
We're not doing anything wrong.
- It's serious between Jeanne and me. - Serious?
Like when you beat up girIs in PigaIIe or take PauIine to task?
Stay away from my daughter!
Your daughter?
Your daughter is going to take some convincing,
given that she doesn't even consider you to be her mother.
Anyway, I'm onIy protecting her,
just as Hortense asked me to.
What?
Hortense?
Hortense!
- You didn't! - Didn't what?
PaIm Jeanne off on Bak!
Oh, that?
I asked him to keep an eye on her.
She Ioves him. The bastard wiII destroy her.
Don't taIk nonsense.
Her Iove for him won't Iast. But if you're worried, taIk to her.
She won't Iisten to me. She threw me out.
What do you want?
To stop her Iiving her Iife? To wrap her up in cotton wooI?
You can hardIy protect her from men when you're Iocked up in a brotheI.
You're the one who stopped me Ieaving. I couId have protected her.
Now I'm just an oId sIag, festering in your brotheI.
- You've turned me into a monster. - Don't rewrite history, Véra.
At Ieast be honest about things.
You've never been a victim, especiaIIy not with me.
You've aIways been a seIfish monster,
intoxicated with the pIeasure of arousing men.
You've never Ioved.
You've never feIt in your fIesh,
in your souI, what it means to suffer for Iove.
You know nothing of my suffering.
You know nothing of my suffering!
My daughter doesn't Iove me.
She doesn't Iove me because of what you've turned me into.
If I had Iet you Ieave with the baron,
you wouId onIy have betrayed him.
He wouId have thrown you out.
And sooner or Iater you wouId have come running back.
Because I have aIways been the onIy person you can reIy on,
the onIy person to Iove you.
Marguerite and Rose betrayed me to gain a bit of power.
That's fair enough.
But as for you,
when I was Iooking for your support,
for your attention, Véra...
Your attention.
Is that why?
You sacrificed my daughter as revenge?
You're suffering because your daughter rejected you
and I am to bIame?
I have found your heart, Véra. You shouId thank me.
- I'm going to inform on them. - You're going nowhere.
If you taIk, that's the end of the Paradis.
We'II end up in jaiI and AngéIe in Saint-Lazare.
- Is that what you want? - What do we do, then?
- Let Mosca kiII everyone? - And Hortense and KerteI take over?
We'II find a soIution.
WiII we?
What soIution?
I'II find a soIution.
I'm scared, Louis.
You can't trust KerteI. He's going to betray you.
He won't do anything untiI he's got his share.
Anyway, I need him.
What if he uses this heist as an opportunity to kiII you?
I'II kiII him first.
What if he's done a deaI with Torcy?
What if this is a trap?
Don't worry, my Iove.
Don't worry.
I'm pregnant, Louis.
I won't have you taking these risks.
I don't care about being rich.
I want to grow oId with you.
And our chiId.
Don't taIk nonsense.
What's nonsense is you drowning in cocaine,
kiIIing KerteI and doing this break-in.
The break-in was your idea.
Things have changed.
How?
Do you honestIy expect me...
to settIe in the country and bring up kids?
- You said you wanted to Ieave. - Not Iike this.
We wiII Ieave together.
Wait for me. I'II come back and get you. OK?
We'II find a doctor. He'II take care of things.
Trust me.
Trust me, my Iove.
Come on. I want to show you something.
Come and see.
Look.
In case things go wrong. Look.
It's aII here.
See? The jeweIs from the Brunswick break-in.
Ask Zéphyrin. He knows a good fence.
Look at this.
Trust me. Nothing's going to happen to me.
Nothing's going to happen to me, my Iove.
I Iove you. I Iove you.
- I wanted to see you. - You can't stay.
- Your mother knows about us. - I don't care!
I want to spend the night with you.
I want to do it tonight.
Look. This wiII interest you.
Stay out of it, or I'II send her out on the game.
He doesn't want a chiId.
Do you want some water?
No, I'II have some of that.
AII he couId do was show me the jeweIs from the Brunswick break-in,
in case things went badIy wrong.
Hasn't he fIogged them yet?
They were great, your dreams of independence.
A Paradis without any men in it.
What if we were to denounce them to the poIice?
I mean...
I couId go the poIice.
No one died in that break-in.
Mosca wouId get, what, two or three years.
But he'II Iive.
As for you, the cops wiII arrest KerteI and Bak
and Jeanne wiII be safe.
Mosca wiII never Iet them arrest him.
It's up to you to keep him in bed, then.
It's either that or send him to his death.
But AngéIe, you're in no fit state.
Yes, I am.
Anyway, you're aII being watched. No one wiII notice if I'm not here.
WeII...
When they see you, they'II know you've got the pox.
Not if you put taIc on my face. It's a risk worth taking.
- Have you got a better idea? - You'II end up in Saint-Lazare.
Véra, when we took over the Paradis,
we were aII in on it together.
Now's our chance.
How wiII you get out?
KerteI has doubIe-Iocked the door.
Here, AngéIe!
Let's go.
Louis, l know that by writing this letter
l'm doing myself more harm than good.
Perhaps that is the story of my life.
l am worried sick,
consumed by a terrible melancholy.
Here l am once again suffering in silence,
feeling mortally wounded,
with no real understanding of how or why.
l cannot change the course of events
but l am certain about one thing.
l want you to live.
l have denounced you to the police.
l have given them the Brunswick jewels,
your necklace.
You left me no other choice.
Leave, Louis.
Leave while you still can.
Let me love you. Let us love one another.
l don't want to have to bury you.
l'd rather we were burnt at the stake.
Louis?
Are you here, Louis?
Where the heII is she?
- He's not in his office. - Where is he, then?
What do we do? ShaII we go? The others are waiting.
You're Iate. Where were you?
And where were you?
With Torcy? PIotting my death? Let go of me!
Isn't that what you wanted?
- It's the cops. - Shit!
Wake up, Jeanne!
- Leave me be! - The poIice are here. You must go.
- What? - If they see you they'II take you away.
- I'm not Ieaving without Bak! - Jeanne!
Jeanne!
No!
Good Iuck, my friend.
Go and hide!
What about Bak?
Quiet! There's nothing more you can do for him.
Is that cIear?
Do you understand?
Shit!
What the heII are you doing?
Louis?
No. No!
Louis!
Go on!
Louis!
Why didn't you run?
This is my home.
Hand yourseIf in.
It's Brunswick. You risk nothing.
It's too Iate.
What then?
You visiting me in jaiI with the chiId?
This is the perfect ending.
Take me with you.
- Mosca! - You're going to have to be strong.
It's Torcy. Give yourseIf up. You don't stand a chance.
You Iook after her, OK?
Don't touch her.
Louis.
No!
No. No!
No!
Don't shoot!
Bak!