Paris by Night (Une nuit)

Shit, the bastard's onto us.

Okay...

Jojo, get to bed.

It's time to sleep. Big kiss.

- Captain Weiss? - Yes.

Sgt. Laurence Deray.

- Your driver tonight. - You know Paris?

I'm from Paris.

Perfect.

Base, this is Cabaret.

Hey, Cabaret.

- Tuned in. - Copy that. 'Night, Weiss.

First stop, Pigalle.

We're going round the clubs?

A few of them. Next right.

Are you armed?

Yes, I'm on duty.

Come on then.

Wait here for me.

Mister Weiss!

What a nice surprise! Long time, no see.

Can I get you a drink?

How's business?

Quiet.

- Only 3 girls? - Until 2 a.m.

No late-night license.

I open again at 5, with 5 girls, and all the scum coming in.

I'm sinking fast. It's not easy.

But I can still stand you a drink. What'll it be?

5,000.

5,000?

5,000 euros.

The 5,000 a week you say I get to cover this joint. Now!

Don't "Mr. Weiss" me!

You put the word out I'm on the take and I blow you?

I never said that.

Last warning. I'll close you down.

Move it.

Put skirts on your skanks. It works wonders.

Ladies...

Let's go.

That's all they understand.

And if he files a complaint?

That I'd like to see.

Rue de Richelieu.

It's me. Meet me at Queenie's.

On my way.

Café Carmen, Rue de Douai.

A quick coffee?

I wouldn't say no.

I hear you were at it again.

Not me. Fatso with his Beemer.

Had trouble with some clients. Anyway, his check bounced.

Just press Play.

- Captain, cuff me! - What's she done?

- I've aged a year. - Queen of the night!

I hate you. You have company?

My driver.

Evening, ma'am.

Is he in?

- Hey, guys! - Simon!

You okay?

- Paul... - Alright, Simon?

My colleague tonight.

Evening.

Buy her a drink?

With pleasure.

This way.

- Can we talk? - Sure.

- Here. 20 grand. - Why 20,000 this time?

I prefer my son outside than in. You spared him a 5-year stretch.

100g of coke. If you weren't there...

I was there.

Take it. I can't carry it around all night.

Not tonight.

Have it your way.

He's a real player, your lawyer.

Hate him, don't you?

- You're inseparable now. - He's good.

When you closed down the Russians, he got me the club, unseen.

Except he saw everything. Your tax fraud, your scams...

He's got your balls.

No, I've got him by the balls.

He fucks a gangster's wife. I can rat him out.

Nice.

- You didn't say... - What?

- Méribel? - Thanks. My boy had great fun.

Keep hold of the keys.

You never go?

With 10 clubs? When do I have time?

Keep it up.

Excuse me.

Let's go.

- Thanks for the coffee. - He's in a hurry.

- See you, Queenie. - Night.

Have a good evening.

- Hey, Commissioner. - Captain.

- Look! - Armani?

No, I'm not packing anything.

Not afraid, Lindner?

Not of dying.

Why do you smoke lights then?

You smoke lights too, don't you?

Tune into Base.

Hello, Captain.

How are you, Nina?

You look great.

I'm upright.

- When did you start back? - A week ago.

And the kids?

At mom's. I'll pick them up next month.

Thanks.

Can I taste it?

I saw the doctor. The tests all came back fine.

You should take some time off.

Hire a manager.

Leave the empty bottles. I already told you.

The guy'll say he had nothing.

Cathy!

Hit him for an extra bottle.

Take it easy, Nina.

See, I can't...

Josy,

stop working with cabbies.

It's food on the table.

Is that why you came?

You thought it was for your pretty face?

You're such a cop.

I hear you smashed some glass tonight.

They say I'm corrupt.

Let them talk, they're full of shit.

I know.

Meantime, Internal Affairs camp at my door.

Someone's setting me up.

Who?

I'll find out.

Be careful.

Queenie, a year older, but not blind?

Stop that!

- Lindner came in. Who's he with? - Garcia.

- Really? - Yeah.

They planned to meet?

I don't know. Looked that way.

They still there?

- Just left. - Going where?

Lindner's new club.

- Not a word. - Sure. You never told me.

Montparnasse. Rue de l'Arrivée.

Did you volunteer for tonight?

No, it was on the duty roster.

You get a new driver every night?

Yeah.

That's good. New faces.

Sometimes, it is.

They're phasing out drivers for Vice.

Maybe they'll phase out Vice.

We annoy people.

Who? Club owners?

No, their customers. The VIPs.

They hate being seen.

And that's my job.

You keep listening in.

You're the boss.

Don't call him. I'll go straight in.

Opening Soon

- Am I interrupting? - You're kidding.

I ran into Jo.

He invited me to see his club. Not bad, huh?

Finishing the renovation?

After all I laid out, I've got to.

This place'll hurt me.

Listen to him...

- How many clubs do you own? - I'm kidding.

More clubs means more all round.

Captain, that's not me talking.

When do you plan to open?

Shit! I've gone straight.

I'm in business now. Give me a chance.

I swear, there'll be no thugs, no scum.

Just clean, good-looking rich kids.

Even I wouldn't get into my club.

You mean I have to say yes.

I don't mean anything.

But that would be great.

What do you think?

Something fishy here...

Hi again.

Gentlemen.

Stop here.

Queenie, it's me.

- A good night? - Yeah.

You're sure they'd arranged to meet?

He said he was waiting for him.

Okay, right.

I didn't speak to you.

Course not. Take care.

You too.

Ever been to the Lido?

- No. - Pity.

The show's amazing. It's now or never.