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Come on !

Get in there.

Is there any one else in the house ?

Yes. Only a woman washing

clothes in the kitchen.

Bye Gibelin.

Write this in the losses column.

It'd be better never to see me again.

He'd rather not see them.

When is he leaving ?

In 3 days'time, I think.

But I'm staying.

They've got friends ?

- Kids make friends in 5 minutes.

All is fine, then.

Money in the name of Chapuis.

The passport... Everything...

Except that I must leave.

It will be your first

time across the Atlantic ?

Yeah.

Gibelin is making a hell of a ruckus.

He says he trusted him.

And he is ruined.

He's ruined !

Let's not exaggerate, o.k. ?

It's more serious than you think.

Abel now can attack any one !

Where will he stop ?

I don't know !

- It'd be better if you knew !

Listen, Riton !

I talked with Gibelin a lot.

I explained everything.

And he understood our position.

I frightened you ?

I thought it was the guy

at the end.

The guy at the end ?

He's always bothering me.

Wait, I'll take this away.

- No, no. Go on ! I'm in no hurry.

Thanks a lot. I won't be a minute.

He must have thought

things because,

at first,when meeting him in the

staircase, I would smile to him.

What's going on ?

- It's always the same at this hour...

They're all washing.

So up here...

What can we do ?

- We wait.

You've not been living here long.

- No.

I work at the doctor's,

on the 3rd floor.

Ah, there it is !

What do you do ?

- I take water, as you can see.

Who's sending you ?

I'm warning you. I shoot.

Private detective.

You know where I live ?

Second floor.

Bravo ! We'll go there together.

Nice place !

You get many visitors ?

So you're looking for

someone living at my place.

Why ? You won't say...

Who for ? You won't say either.

I served in the Military Police, pal.

I know all the tricks.

Out there, you could

have shot me, couldn't you?

But at your place,

it seems more difficult.

The neighbours, the noise...

The body...Don't you think ?

Maybe, yes.

You see ? Not too noisy...

Feel better ?

- I'm all right...

So, your name's Jacques Imbert. You're

working for Pereire Detective Agency...

The boss does not tell us everything.

He pays, we obey.

I was to follow you until I knew

your friend's address.

Something to do with a woman,

I was told.

Your friend took another man's wife

and he wants her back. I don't know.

You saw my friend?

No. I swear.

You will see him.

And your boss will see him too.

That way, everybody will be happy.

Yes...Yes...

I'll talk to the boss about it

and I'll call you back.

All right.

Goodbye, Madam.

I'd like to talk to Mr Bacheres please.

You've got an appointment ?

- No.

And you won't see one of his assistants ?

- No. Him or no one.

And what's your name ?

- Mr Jacques Imbert.

It's an emergency.

Come in, please.

- Thanks.

The guy who was looking for you

is still alive. And so are you.

Might not be for long.

Sir, threats are useless here.

So is coarseness.

There are laws protecting

our activity.

Laws that are made for all.

Depends when.

First you'll give me

Eric Stark's card.

Not so bad.

And for whom that joke ?

For a man looking for his wife.

Come on, go on !

He first told me of a man

called Stark.

And he gave the name of a place

he would go to. A bar.

Nevada's?

Yes that's it.

He said this Stark knew

his wife's lover.

And I am the lover ?

You fit the description.

What's your customer like ?

I never saw him.

- You work without knowing ?

As long as I'm paid,

I don't ask anything else.

What's his name ?

Mr Jean.

How do you contact him ?

I have a number. I phone.

He's told about it.

He phones back about 30 minutes later.

You're going to call him. Now.

And you'll tell him

you can take him.

You'll tell him to come for you here

and ring 3 times.

What happens next ?

You'll send your staff away.

And we'll wait for him together.

Come on !

Come on in !

So... I stole your wife ?

Listen... I'll explain...

I'm quite sure of that.

You had nothing to be afraid of.

- You only wanted to know my address.

That's right. I wanted to speak to you.

- Well ... Talk !

It's because of the money.

I miss it. I swear.

You're going down, Gigi.

Really down.

You were smarter before.

You thought I'd give it back ?

I'd just stolen it from you.

And I'd give it back ?

Poor Gigi !

You think I'll believe this ?

You'll tell me the rest

on the way.

You've got a car ?

Yes...

- Well... Come on !

You didn't know Stark.

Who told you about him ?

Fargier !

- Fargier !

And Riton ?

- I only saw Fargier.

You cried on his shoulder

to get your money back...

He agreed. But under one condition.

That you ratted on me to the cops...

For Fargier, it was easier.

You can't think that.

- No.

Fargier gave you Stark's address

to make me a favour.

As if he didn't know your kind

betrayed one day...

For 4 pesetas,

you'd sell your mother.

You're crazy.

What do you imagine ?

You have too much imagination.

I've already forgotten your address.

You don't forget

what was so hard to get.

You're sweating fear, Gibelin. You went

down so low you can't breathe.

You can stop here.

You won't do it.

What are you doing here ?

I saw Gibelin...He's dead.

Raoul, I think

it's the end of the road.

For whom ?

- For one of the two.

For both of us.

I'd like to talk to

Mr Vintran, please.

You'll find him down there.

He owned a hotel. He had retired.

That might be the reason.

You're retired too.

The man who killed Fargier shoots fast.

Somewhat like Abel.

You see what I mean...

Abel ? No one has ever seen him again.

I swear, no one.

The past is the past.

And Abel, to me,

is as good as dead.

Yes but he's alive.

There's a command from headquarters.

You can't leave here.

You're allowed to come here

and go to your flat. Nowhere else.

Not allowed. Bloody hell !

What's happening to me ?

A piece of paper can be torn down.

It depends on you.

There's no hurry.

We'll pick Abel up when he leaves

after having finished with you.

If you give me a hint...

we can get him when he gets out his bed

I'll be allowed to leave the bar ?

- You will be...

Mr Stark ?

Yeah.

- Crime Unit.

You're joking ?

It can be anything...

Come on !

Eric ?

What are you doing ?

We found the janitress.

He is in the room on the 6th floor.

You fool !

You wanted to warn him !

There's a door !

Do not stay there, Madam.

Get into your rooms.

You don't want me to stay ?

You want me to come back tonight ?

Stay at the caf.

We must avoid moving around.

I was wondering if you'd come.

You can see.

My leg will be all right

two months from now.

As for the rest...

helping a criminal...

I won't be inside for long.

I don't think it's too bad for Stark.

Wounded in the leg.

He's in the Hospital.

I found Riton's hiding place.

Concordia Hotel in Neuilly.

Shall we go now ?

Look !

Fargier ?

No, at the bottom.

RAOUL FARGIER SHO IN FRONT OF HIS HOME

After her husband's death Sophie

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