""Requiem for a fool"" " Gainsbourg" "Hero of '39 -'40." "Officer of the Resistance." "Liberation fighter." "We will always remember Albert Gouvion... at the vanguard." "We will always remember Albert Gouvion... for his service to France." "But, more than a patriot... more than a crack officer it is a friend that we mourn today." "Basically, there is no need to cry." "He's just back in St. Denis... after a long futile journey." "He can rest after all his antics... at home by the Seine." "Before concrete ate all the grass... we used to watch the boats go by." "We pretended to believe they were headed... to the Golden Gate Bridge." "Albert kept pretending to believe... in stuff and nonsense." "That's why he died." "That... and his crazy obsession." "Forget tissue disease, cirrhosis... or cancer." "The worst disease of man... is to give his love to one woman." "But to tell the story... in the right order... this is how it began." "Inspector, this is a priceless collection." "The insurance company have set a figure... but to put together stones of this quality... is beyond price." "Are you taking them to Amsterdam?" "No, just as far as Belgium." "As far as I'm concerned... these jewels can bugger off." "Five nights on guard!" "Well, here we go." " Goodbye, sir." " Goodbye." "Don't bother to hurry, plenty of time." "I'll take the wheel." "Fine." "Take care, chaps!" " Thank you." " Bon voyage." "Belt up, you never know." "They're gone." "Good luck, guys." "That's it, go!" "Ready." "There they are." "Good, here we go." "OK." "Scarper!" "OK, I'm going in." "See you soon, chaps." "Don't worry, everything's sorted." "Two motorcyclists were killed." "Lucky for you!" "You can talk about that emotively... so people forget the cowardice of the others." "Your men were to blame for all this." "Such inefficiency borders on incompetence." "I must give a press statement... with the insurance agent." "To get an bollocking from such a berk!" "I bit my lip so it didn't get really ugly." "Not many villains could pull off something like this." "Emile le Génois..." "Kodréamis, Marcel Lurat... le Stéphanois, Vincent Angelotti." "I want to know their whereabouts." "OK." "Why did Albert drop you all in it at the scene?" "You work it out." "That's just what I intend to do." "I reckon he was leaned on." "Leaned on!" "I don't think so." "He's always acted like a berk." "But intimidated... that would surprise me." "Getting shot by a bazooka is surprising too." "Only three fences... could handle such a blag." "Sammy Karakatjian." "In the U.S. hospital the last four days." "Marcel Gourgue, cruising in the Caribbean." "And..." "Léon Brunet." "He left for Rome by air at 13.15 hours." "Call Interpol." "Why should we be the only ones pissed off?" "Well?" "We're pulling some suspects." "Don't hang about." "I just got the jitters." "You saw a hedgehog in the road?" "I saw me and Marc decapitated by our vehicles." "I know all about this crap." "I had a taste in '39." "Me too, in the Ardennes." "Your wagon, your Ardennes, your withdrawal, I know." "I don't criticise your tank driving in '39..." " but your driving today." " I got the jitters." "Fear." "I got scared, OK?" "I said it, happy now?" " I'm not gloating." " Yes you are!" "Stroll on!" "You've all been waiting... ages for me to chicken out." "For 20 years I've hurried along, eating lead." " I'm used to it." " Go on." " Recite "Bébert The Bold"." " You did a great recitation when we nicked Jo Bigfoot." "We both owe him... for your promotion and my 6 months in hospital." "Today, I could have got a posthumous medal." "Sorry if i let you down." "It's funny, I only remember... one other time you bottled it." "In court when that little redhead asked you out." "I took out her sister." "For a good reason." "And this morning?" "Louis, why are you pushing this?" "Where is this leading?" "That's what I'm asking you." "If this is an interrogation, bring some sandwiches and some beer." "What are you thinking?" "That when idiots get into space... they keep spinning forever." "PLEASE DETAIN LEON BRUNET" "Leave it open, I won't be long." "Payday!" "Payday!" "Payday!" "The each-way of the century just 4 winners!" "Wow!" "It's unreal!" "Nestor IV on the outside... not to be confused with Nestor II..." "Why are you here?" "Has there been a snag?" "The Boucheron job went without a hitch." "Are you not alone?" "My wife's next door." "You know she won't say anything." "I'm sure of it." "Mum, let's have a small coffee." "Are you mad!" "No!" "Nestor is beaten..." "He started too quickly, and loses second place... 1st Mélusine, 2nd Mors-La-Loi, 3rd Mimi-Pinson." "For the each-way, 8, 2 and 11." "You'll agree... if Nestor hadn't gone so early he wouldn't have drawn a blank." "Too early can be too late." "You took your time." "I was starting to worry." "I've taken care of the others." "Here, look." "Cor, blimey..." "I want a meet with you every day." "Speak to me." "Yes, it's me." "What?" "Hello Superintendent." "Police officer Marquet." " I called you." " You did right." ""Requiem for a fool"" " Orchestral" "It happened about an hour ago." "He was cleaning his gun." "It must have gone off." "Neighbours heard the shot." "By the time the caretaker had opened up... he was dead from his wound." " Send the gun to the lab." " Of course." "Not much to learn." "An unfortunate accident." "Him and Louis XVI both!" "What's the problem?" "We all have to clean our guns." "But at 6 a.m.?" "A bloke with 20 years experience does not... leave a bullet in the chamber." "I don't think so." "Fine..." "A suicide due to a row, rather than stupidity." "Who mentioned suicide?" "Dear..." "So we pull everyone on this?" "Pull who, for what?" "We'll interview 20 savages... who'll all have alibis confirmed by tarts." "That was a shot too far, my son." "Albert was a funny chap." "As a childhood friend... he always pissed me off." "It started at Primary school." "I lent him my plimsolls." "I fixed his bike." "As for algebra..." ""I don't get it at all."" "I had to sort out his problems." "And that wally always had problems." "Worse and worse." "What can I say?" "He was my mate." "INFORMATION PLEASE ON THE FOLLOWING:" "Number 2, tell me more." "Have you seen Quinquin?" "Don't know him." "Haven't seen him." "It's urgent." "Give us the last address... of Jacques Vittoret, aka le Stéphanois." "Hi, Marcel." "It's about Gouvion's death." "What's the word on that brat Angelotti." "We're looking at all possibilities." "Quickly please:" "address, occupation, relatives." "The full Monty." "But quick, eh." "Cheers." "VITTORET HOSPITALISED IN ST." "TROPEZ." "Kodréanis is in London." "He played a 36 hours poker game." "It was even in the papers." "Angelotti is in Corsica." "House in his name, lawful wife." "Retired." "Le Génois has a well-tuned life." "He strums his guitar." "During the day, he makes records." "At night he plays at the Blue Note." "Let's hope he gets cramp." " Verify it." " OK." "This might be interesting." "Last evening, Marcel Lurat was playing poker..." " ...with le Coréen." " We'll see about that." "When a cop gets killed, there's always a lot of games of poker." "Le Coréen's gaff is on the right." "After the mutts' cemetery." "Fine." "One bunch of dumb animals for another." " Thanks a lot." " What d'you mean?" "I was born here." "Albert too, as it happens." "It's true to say... it's changed." " You sure this is it?" " Yes, I'm certain." "In my day, this shop... sold liquorice and surprises." "They were cornets in coloured wrappers." "OK, let's go." "Hey!" "It's the beautiful people!" "Even my gov'nor's here." "Nice of you to take the trouble." "Usually, I get summoned." "It's the new way, we have to be friendly." "Looking for someone?" "Marcel Lurat." " Who?" " Quinquin." "He was playing poker here... the night my mucker got killed." "When did he leave?" "He never left." "Would you tell the judge that?" "Under oath." "Fine." "We'll talk about it where it's less noisy." " What noise?" " This noise." "Excuse us... this room is reserved tonight." " What for?" " For the Policeman's Ball." "Move along there." "Private party." " What about my couscous?" " Tomorrow." "Go." "Clear off." "Leave it out." "I haven't finished!" "Never seen that before." "You may never see it again either." "It depends." "Do I have to carry you?" "Well?" "Who was at this game?" "Me, little Jo de Nanterre..." "Dédé le Bol and le Mexicain." "I get it, stop your tirade." "I'll tell you something." "One of us kills the other." "You get clipped and I get thanked." "Unfair, but that's how it is." "You're up against 40 years of good and loyal service." "Chose!" "So, who was playing poker?" "Mr. Director, I present my respects." "That's not why you're here." "The jewellery?" "We're checking alibis." "You're breaking some." "One guy from Marmottan... can't even remember his own name." "I do." "Abdel Chmil, aka le Coréen." "Didn't he squeal?" "Yes." "There are others that won't any more." "Léon from Lyon, Arsene the locksmith Hortz from Hamburg." "We're losing all our customers." "Dark days indeed!" "Another report more confidential." "You fixed it so the press don't mention" "Léon's death." "His killer didn't announce it either." "He dangled him under 2 m of water." "I think all these killings are connected." "You be the judge." "Let's discuss more sombre matters." "It's really why I called you in." "The investigation into Albert's..." " ...death." " It's progressing slowly." "I want it to move quickly." "Look, Louis." "Between ourselves." "I don't want Albert's murderer to slip through the net." "Believe me, that's not going to happen." "Telex no. 34523." "From the Paris judiciary... to local forces." "Copy to Interpol." "Boucheron Case: urgently request... find Marcel Lurat." "Suspicion of murder." "If successful, start... discrete surveillance." "Joss, Chief Superintendent." "Not another whip-round?" "For Albert's wreath." "Sorry." "Poor bloke." "Not a lot to show..." "He won't be seeing his bird any more." "What bird?" "His bird, Natalie." "Yes, that's right." "Good, let's resume." " We have witnesses." " I don't know him." "Let's go again." "It's stable." "Dim the light." "The image is good." "Did you know Albert had a Natalie in his life?" "At least..." "I didn't know, but I knew it." " Kind of." " How do you mean?" "I think she's called..." "Villar or Vimar, something like that." "She works at a night club:" "The Hippies." "Albert mentioned it once or twice." " Not to you?" " No, not me." "Miss Nathalie Villar." "Over there." "Brunet!" "Sir?" "Superintendent Joss." "I know you." "I wanted to meet up." "But you were in Rome." "Indeed." "Business trip?" "I've already been asked." "Rather less politely." "They even searched my luggage." "Really!" "Since I'm giving you my time may I ask the reason?" "They were probably just curious." "How you get through ten grand a month." "Where the money goes." "Petty reasoning, but the police are petty-minded." "Do let me know if there's anything important." "Absolutely, you can count on me." "Good evening, Superintendent." "Miss Villar?" "That's me." "Superintendent Joss, can you spare me 5 minutes?" "What's it about?" "Albert Gouvion." "Poor Albert." "Poor Albert, indeed." "Shall we discuss it over a meal?" "I finish in 15 minutes." "Fine, I'll wait for you." "I'm sorry." "I forgot." "I have dinner arranged." "We won't be alone." "I won't be in the way?" "Please join us." "Violette, Odile et Mr Antoine." "A friend of Albert's." "Poor Albert." " It was quite a shock." " Yes." "I don't know what the papers say." "How did the accident happen?" "It was no accident." "What do you do?" "I'm a copper." "And you?" "Barmaid?" "That depends on the time." "I see." "Like her?" " Who?" " Violette." "She seems very nice." "We'll start with champagne, unless... uncle Antoine prefers a dry white." "No, champagne's fine." " Service." " I'd like a scotch." " Waiter, a scotch." " Certainly." "Champagne makes me do anything." " Marvellous" " I'm famished." "I ordered Iranian caviar, OK?" "I'd have ordered the same." " Excuse me..." " If we have the same tastes." "Later, lobster..." " ...then a swim." " Fabulous." " A toast." " By all means." "Did someone butter Albert's bread here?" "Not "someone", me." "Did you know him well?" "I reckon so." "Darling, he's got some awful stories." "Hear the one about the rabbi who went to the Vatican?" " Yes." " Too bad." " Shall I tell it?" " Yes, go on." "It was simple at first." "He showed up, or didn't." "And no one died." "Then he got jealous." "He turned up at 8 a.m. to check if I was alone." "Then he started to bring his work." ""I don't want you to work any more."" ""I want to live with you."" "I said: "On what?"" ""We'll manage", he said." "Did he commit suicide because..." " ...he couldn't cope." " I don't believe so." "...and St. Peter said, "Amen."" " So, what are you up to?" " Pardon?" "I swear, a Bordeaux..." "Sorry, I got fed up with their stories." "Me too." "Can I drop you off?" "I'll drop you off." "So Albert was just another punter to you?" "He was kind." " But still a punter." " Yes and no." "The type who wants to break anything breakable." "And asks questions in bed." "The questions of the night." "Why we love or don't." "Why we drink, why we sleep together." "Are we over-taxed?" "Why no légion d'honneur?" "You know Brunet well?" "He's there every night." "He called for an hour this morning." "He needs a clinic for obsessives." "They shut it down." "You didn't eat." " I've got ham and eggs." " Thanks but I need to sleep." " You startled me." " There was no reply so I went up." "What do you want?" "You know Ernest Litcher?" "Ernest The Hat?" "He's been nicked." "Guess why." "Riddles at this time of night!" "Stealing postal uniforms." "He grassed Olivier Brunet." " Interested?" " Got a car?" " Yes." " Let's go." "Answer the question." "This is a bullshit crime!" "If you charge me I'm bound to go down." "Good prognosis." "Why pinch postmen's uniforms?" "You'd better talk." " We're listening." " Cool it, pops." " Come on, speak up." " Evening, Ernest." "Good evening, Superintendent." "This seems to be going nowhere." "Me neither, as it happens." "I saw your file." "It's depressing." "5 years for La rue de Douai." "5 for insurance fraud." "And 5 for the Rungis shooting." "Now you clobber a night watchman to nick some uniforms." "Doesn't make sense." "I'm missing a trick here." "Where does Brunet come into this?" " Brunet?" " Spoken to him recently?" "Maybe we've chatted." "Maybe we have, maybe we haven't." "Take your time, think about it." "With your track-record, you're sure to go down." "By the time you get out you'll be ready for an old folks' home." "However things go your later years won't be much fun." "Give it a fucking rest." "The thing is to behave like a man." "Head high in court." "Then you can let it drop." "OK, I'll talk." "Is what I'm here for." "Yes, but man to man." "Leave us." "Ernest is feeling modest." "OK, I'm listening." "I was invited on a luxury outing." "25 grand to escort a postal van." "It was for the gear." "Brunet sponsored it?" "Yes, in cahoots with Emile." "Which Emile?" "Le Génois." "Go on." "They could cough up." "The job's worth about 2 billion." "You'd be in clover." "Alfred, come here for a bit." "Now the details." "Where?" "When?" "And what?" "Where, I don't know." "When, I don't want to know." "It's a transfer from the Bank of Switzerland to the Bank of France." "Dollars and Deutschmarks." "Superintendent." "Right." "Ernest is leaving." "Give him his tie and laces." "And the gear he nicked." "He's a delivery for his mates and 48 hours grace." "That's not much." "It'll have to do." "If you can't find somewhere to go I've always got a ticket for you." " Serge!" " Yes?" "Pack up the uniforms for him." "Morning Superintendent." " Morning." " An eventful night?" "News of Le Génois?" "Still making music." "We'll go and beat time." "Come on." "I see you've broken Quinquin's alibi?" " Yes." " Still not happy?" " No." " Emile's a laid-back guy." "We live in a laid-back world." "Villains are shooting each other." "Albert's been knocked off." "Emile's going to rob a mail train." "Laid-back guys?" "I've shit 'em!" "Fine Serge." "Excellent." "Emile still strumming away?" "Yes." "I spend half my life that way." "That half doesn't interest us." "What are you here for?" " Not for the music." " The robbery at Boucheron." "Very funny." "I'm flattered you'd think of me." "You're an ace in your field." "Where were you that night?" "The blag was in the daytime." "Inspector Gouvion was killed at night-time." "Right..." "You going to try to pin that on me?" "If the cap fits." "Or in your case even if it doesn't." "Sorry to dampen your enthusiasm but if we're talking of 'hoods', don't forget your friend Gouvion." "What do you mean?" "I like things orderly." "Villains on one side... cops on the other." "I wasn't sure anymore which side your mate was on." "He was playing... both ends against the middle." "Even his own family, sort of." "You know Léon de Lyon?" "Vaguely yes." "You didn't know..." "Gouvion was pimping his sister?" "No, but I'm here to learn." "Come in, I'm here." "You know the other night, we didn't talk about Léon." "Léon?" "Which Léon?" "Léon de Lyon." "You forgot your little brother." "I know him." "He did le Crédit Lyonnais when he was 18." "Start of a glittering career." "From the age of 7... we brought something home or we didn't eat." "That's character-forming." "At 18 years, the Villar family... went to borstal." "While other families entered the seminary." "I'll let you into a little secret too." "Albert always fell head over heels." "I dragged him away from some awful women." "I thought that he'd got it out of his system." "Then he had to meet a slut like you." "That's enough." " I'm not to blame." " Fancy that." "Albert had a slate everywhere." "On his wages?" "I never asked for anything." "He just always wanted to..." "Make an impression?" "Yes, I think that's it." "He wanted to appear filthy rich." "He played poker to look like he'd made it." "Once he even slapped me." "Just to look like a real man." "He even spoke like you do." "He ended up looking like what he was... on his uppers." "At first, he just turned a blind eye." "Then he ran errands." "For Léon." "I'm reminiscing not grassing." "My brother has nothing to hide." "He called me to meet up." "And I don't know where he is." "In the morgue." "He was pulled from the water, shot in his car." "Who by?" "Quinquin, same guy who shot Albert." "Bollocks to Albert." "I say, bollocks to Léon." "But we've both got a good reason to nail master Quinquin, eh?" "It was Quinquin, not Léon, who called you, wasn't it?" "Why do you think?" "To kill you." "Now, listen carefully." "You'll get him to meet you where I say." "And you'll go." "So he can kill me?" "No, to offer him a job worth 2 billion." "And he'll listen?" "For that money, anyone would." "Why, Marcel.." "are you alone?" "Is Léon late?" "Your brother is insufferable." "That's why I wanted to see you." "I'm really pissed off." "Me too." "Since the job in the suburbs it's like he's been dead." "He didn't even come for his loot." "I thought I'd be meeting him." "Why did you come?" "So that you would." "I feel like travelling." "Oceania, Bora Bora, Tahitian women, you know?" "You want me to come?" "You don't take coals to Newcastle." ""Roses to the Loire" would have been nicer." "Whatever, I'm off." "But I can't leave with his dough." "What shall I do with his 80 grand?" "Got it with you?" "Don't be silly." "I've rented a house in Saint-Germain." "We go there, I cough up, and leave with a clear conscience." "So, it's good-news week!" "You offer me 80 grand." "I offer you 20 times that." "I've always loved fairy tales." "I'm serious, Marcel." "Before the baubles..." "Léon was on to something really big." "A real goldmine." "It's all set, but Léon's not here." "But to attack a mail coach you need reliabiltity." "I thought of Emile..." "All the Emiles I know are shits." " Le Génois." " Le Génois, he's fuck-all." "That's what I thought." "Thanks for thinking of me." "But I'm fussy what I do." "I'm not looking for that sort of work." "Before we get back to serious things." "Just out of curiosity what's this nonsense come to?" "Two billion." "You were right." "The dough blew his common sense." "They think of other things." "Why didn't you arrest him." "If I arrest him, he'll be tried." "Despite 10 indictments, his lawyer will pass him off as a nutter." "He'll go to an asylum, get out and start over." "I don't want that." "You could have said which level..." "Hope it's not the Eiffel Tower next time." "I didn't expect a thank you." "So about this blag?" "A mail train." "English-style." "You get your balaclavas from England?" "When is it?" "Monday 19th." "The dough is loaded in Basel." "The train stops 3 minutes at Chaumont station." "Emile and his crew climb into the van." "The train restarts." "They chuck out the real postmen and me." "Second stop... 2 minutes at Troyes station." "The loot is shifted." "The train leaves." "Emile continues alone by car." "He takes the dough to Brunet at the Boullay refinery." "I wouldn't do this for anyone else." "Listen to me, Ernest." "We need each other, we're trading." "You're just a blagger, turned informant..." "Excuse me if i don't give you a kiss." "Let's go." "Got a pen and paper?" "OK, write this down." "The mail wagon will leave Troyes station... at about 4.30 pm." "It will head towards Saint-Florentin... via the N77." "Brunet will be waiting at the Boullay refinery for the divvy-up." "With me?" "When Quinquin calls, you tip him off." "Now, have you got any family in Provence?" "Yes, a cousin in Romorantin." "Go and see her." "And don't return before Monday evening." "Remember your brother in the morgue." "Got that Quinquin?" "I'd rather speak face to face." "Where should we meet?" "Wouldn't that be a problem?" "No, I have a car." "Go to St-Germain..." "Hang on, I'm writing." "Exit St-Germain." "Take the third left." "3rd left." "At about 200 metres, there's a fork." "About 200 metres..." "A fork." "To the left, a forest lane." "Forest lane." "You'll find a house with a greenhouse." "Don't worry, I'll find it." "See you." "There's only one road between Troyes and St. Florentin." "The N77." "The loot must go that way." " You can't screw up." " I never do." "Yes." "I know." "Fancy a drink?" "If you like." "She was a good girl." "She and Albert were in love." "Does that make your hair curl?" "Nathalie Villar." "Léon Villar, aka le Lyonnais." "The same family?" "So what?" "That's what makes my hair curl." "You're thinking like a copper." "I do beg your pardon." "Nothing going on with her brother." "Albert was straight as a die." "That's your story." "I hope it's OUR story." "In the absence of an agony aunt..." "I'll break the news." "11 dead." "According to you... all by the same hand." " Quinquin?" " Yep." " Got any proof?" " Nope." "Put him in the hole and he's out next day." "If we put the same hole in him as Albert he won't get out." "Listen, Louis." "Paul, I'm middle-aged and fed up." "Crooks have tormented me for 40 years." "I've swallowed them in all their guises." "In a tailored suit, or black blouson..." "He's a killer, a rapist, but women idolise him." "I don't see the romantic side." "I've made a decision." "No more juries for armed villains." "No more dismissals, or suspended sentences." "I'd massacre the lot of them." " Do you follow?" " Bravo." "You're relying on me to cover you?" "On no one." "You see in 6 months I retire." "You've prepared the buffet and the speech." "What can I lose?" "A slice of gateau?" " Big deal!" " You're simplifying." "OK, let's keep it simple." "I need 10 men." " When?" " Monday." "Laundry day, appropriately enough." "Anyway, how's Blanche?" "Very well, thanks." "You must come for supper." "This is special, we can have some sport." "Listen very carefully." "On Monday at 11:36 a.m." "two billion in foreign currency will leave Basle." "You will be the escort." "There are your postal workers' uniforms." "Put some foam in your helmets." "At the first stop, le Génois and his men will lay into you." "Understood?" "The train will stop at 3:23 pm... at Chaumont station." "We get on there." "Chaumont, see?" "Here is Troyes." "I'll be waiting by the station with the wagons." "OK, got it." "And this is the N77, which leads to the refinery." "There, Brunet will give you the dough for the currency." "Is that quite clear?" "If you get lost, don't ask anyone the way." "Fine." "On the way to the meet with Brunet... le Génois expects to see Quinquin." "And he will." "One'll be gunned down there and then." "The other gets shot by our archers at the rendezvous." "If all goes well... it'll be like Agincourt." "It's no good giving me those looks." "I can't help it if you're here." "You can thank your guv'nor, the Superintendent." "You've got to pass for postmen... and get knocked senseless." "You might as well have a drop." "What d'you reckon?" "If we're gonna get whacked with a cosh..." "Well said, here." "There." "I love to watch you, Ernest." "You're a real shit." "Here's the courier!" "Area control!" "Area control!" " Area control" " That's easily said." "Go on." "You help with transport." "I'd rather have a good alibi." "Orders from Paris." "They fear an attack." "It's a new secure route." "Half rail, half road." "So that's why... your wagons are in fr-front of my station." " That's what I th-thought." " There you go." " What's occurring?" " Come on lads!" "Wait!" "I need to let you out." "Thanks, go. 'Bye." "Hey, the courier can't be late." "Drop it or I'll shoot." "You are surrounded." "See Marcel, a bullet is easier to give than to receive." "Ever thought about that?" "Why did you shoot me?" "On behalf of Albert Gouvion." "Albert in his clogs, the terror of the Ardennes the ladies' man." "My mate." "King of Fools."