Companions of the Night (Les Compagnes de la nuit)

If the characters and events of this film are fictional,

the issue it raises is quite real and even dangerous.

Therefore we decided to present it to the viewer without any embellishment.

It is a problem of all times and peoples.

It seems to us that in the fight

against one of the most terrible scourges of our century

the best means is to show the true face of this evil.

We will be forgiven for borrowing from reality

its harsh, even cruel manifestations.

Our goal is to serve the truth, and not to sacrifice it

in the name of illusory conventions of cheap sentimentality.

We thank the official services who helped us in this task.

We also pay tribute to the National Maternal Center "NEST",

which at present is

one of the most effective means of fighting prostitution.

A few months ago on Wednesday the 16th, we were informed by phone,

that in the L'Ourcq canal had been discovered the body of a woman.

Naked, and burned with hydrochloric acid.

Two days later at the exit of the Renault factory

a female worker from workshop No. 47 was hit by a mysterious taxi.

She died on the way to the hospital.

The same day the body of a truck driver was found,

also hit by a vehicle that fled the scene.

At first sight these were three ordinary incidents,

and we, the Criminal Investigation Department of Quai des Orfèvres, 36,

immediately got to work.

Left hand...

two,

three,

three,

one,

five!

Right hand...

one,

three,

three,

four,

two! Hold.

Left hand: 23315, right hand: 13342.

Hello, Leandro? I found your girl.

Yvonne Lériche. File 133412-F.

Write down: Ginette Bachelet, file 319313-B.

File 319... 313... B.

Ginette Bachelet.

Born in Lyon on May 12, 1928.

So, Leandro? What do we know about the woman from L'Ourcq?

Prostitute, named Yvonne Lériche. Death by skull fracture,

the body was thrown into the Seine with a cobblestone around her neck.

What's in the file? - Six arrests in a week.

For harassment of men.

For two days we haven't made any progress.

Yes, I'm listening. Is the truck driver hit today still in a coma?

I'll try to stop by the hospital this evening.

The girl from Billancourt, chief.

Bachelet Ginette. Last known residence, the Bethany monastery.

Request for removal from health registers on February 10.

Good. Leandro, take the files of these women to the vice squad.

And find me the last address of Ginette Lériche.

Bayard, continue the search, we're leaving.

And question the Abbess of the Dominican monastery.

Thus, the Billancourt worker and the canal woman were both prostitutes.

COMPANIONS OF THE NIGHT Subtitles by BuStEl, 2026

SCOTTISH BAR-RESTAURANT

Grogu! -Just a sec, darling.

Cold in the mouth, warms you when it's drunk.

That's how you recognize good bourbon!

I'll continue with tomato juice, I need vitamins.

Whatever happens, they'll always drink it!

Hello, Mrs. Anita. -Won't you drink your coffee?

No, there's no time. They're waiting for me.

Now those are vitamins!

New tenant? - Yes. A very nice girl.

And very cold. - Haven't you seen Mireille?

She hasn't come down yet. -How forgetful she is!

At least with me.

I had a thousand and a thousand in two bags.

Then he comes in on a rope through the curve.

He beat him. -So what?

Hearts. -Hearts.

Trump! We're not in Marseille, you promised you'd play!

It wasn't in Marseille, it was in Longchamp.

I say to him: "Why not?" -And he says to me: "Why 'why not'?"

So what could I answer him?

Well, kids, what will you have?

A bottle of "Misha". - Same for me.

Jo, tell me the truth! Just yesterday...

Yesterday is yesterday... - And what has changed?

Do you not love me anymore?

Silly girl! -Then what?

Listen, Catherine, I'll be honest.

Things at the shop are not going very well...

Is that all? And all because of that?

I have no money, I practically have no work...

But we'll fight together, shoulder to shoulder!

Fight! -We have a future, darling.

It's not just the future, Catherine. There's also the past.

For me, the past no longer exists.

I broke up with Daniel. Everything became clear and simple.

No, my girl, everything is murky and terribly complicated!

Are you hiding something from me?

Because of that woman you told me about?

Well, well, well! Is Mr. Jo upsetting you like this?

If he hurts you, tell me. I'll punish him!

No, I don't love that woman anymore, but...

Between us, there’s a money issue-the bar, the pavilion in Saint-Cloud.

the wedding... It was just a dream. A very beautiful dream.

I would have done anything to make it come true!

Anything? - So, lovebirds, everything okay?

Then listen carefully. There's a way to fix everything.

Jo, careful!

Jo!

Hello? Is this 17? Police?

Is there shooting distance? -Yes, five.

A little more and it could have hit another customer.

I wouldn't be surprised. On Fridays it's packed here.

Your profession? - Taxi driver.

Even at night. Maybe that's why I saw nothing.

I was almost asleep when it happened.

My name and photo in the papers just because I stopped in to make a call?

You must admit that’s a stretch. - What did you see?

Absolutely nothing. I had my back to the door.

I heard three shots, and when I looked…

Are you the owner? -Such a scandal in my establishment!

Thirty years of honest work to end up like this!

Did you know the victim? - I think so.

A nice guy, honest, a hard worker...

And so kind! So kind! Did you see who shot?

I saw nothing, I was facing away.

I was closing the register.

So, if I understand correctly, everyone was facing away from the door.

I had just dropped a card under the table and bent down to pick it up.

And you were playing with a lighter at that time?

That's right, Commissioner!

And what did you see?

I didn't want to say it: I was in the restroom fixing my makeup.

I think I saw a man with a hat pulled down over his eyes.

Or maybe it was a cap or a Basque beret.

And what did you see?

I was just finishing my "Ricard" when I heard three shots at the door.

Yes, I know that. Thank you. And then?

Then? I ordered another one to steady myself.

Chief, a man with a hat pulled down over his eyes. That's all I could get.

But I'm not sure. It's him, it's Daniel, I knew it!

He told me he'd take revenge. Daniel?

My fiancé.

I left him to go to Jo.

We were supposed to get married. Oh my God!

Daniel's surname?

Daniel Lecour, 36 rue de Crimée.

Headquarters, chief? -No, first I'll go to Saint-Mondeu.

To the truck driver? -Yes. If they ask, I'm at the hospital.

Do you think he'll survive?

Double pelvic fracture,

possible internal organ tears...

We'll operate anyway.

And when can I question him? - Tomorrow.

If he's alive.

Commissioner Marchal from the Criminal Investigation Department.

I wouldn't dare disturb you at a time like this, but...

I would be very grateful if you could come to my office

on Quai des Orfèvres as soon as you can.

What's new, Leandro? The girl's fiancé has been arrested.

He hasn't confessed, but he has no alibi.

Do you think he killed Jo Verdier? -Without a doubt.

A rejected fiancé, passionate... a classic story.

I’m counting on you.

That's unlikely. - Excuse me?

I know you have reliable methods for this, but this time it was someone.

Did we ask for anything? - Do you know Jo Verdier's killer?

Yes, a little.

Leave us, Leandro. See you at the office.

So, tell me everything you know.

It's a long story. - Tell it!

I'm listening.

I'm in no hurry.

It starts like a fairy tale in a beautiful castle.

A luxurious castle from the sixteenth century,

with moats, bridges and turrets, everything young girls dream of.

My friends and I lived there a happy carefree life.

We went on cheerful walks in a splendid park.

In winter we spent the days talking and doing handicrafts by the fire.

On other days we gathered firewood under the supervision of our kind fairies.

And when we got tired of our games and wanted to rest,

we had a lovely separate sitting room,

where we could give ourselves over to our dreams.

However, even in fairy tales everything ends sooner or later.

And on the day of my coming of age...

Viterbo, are you ready? - Yes, madam.

Tell me, mummy, will we take the train? -Yes, my darling.

Where will you live?

In Paris with Ginette. She is waiting for me.

And the money for the ticket? -I'll figure something out.

Are you ready?

Not at the Bordeaux station, that's where they caught me.

Good luck! - I still have a year.

It will pass quickly!

Let's go.

Goodbye. Goodbye!

Goodbye, Olga! - Goodbye, Olga.

Olga, give my regards to mine! -Go to 14 rue de Lantier!