The Night Affair (Le désordre et la nuit)

This film was restored by PATHE in 2014

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THE NIGHT AFFAIR

Your new drummer is wild.

The uppers. I give him one an hour.

You'll kill him young.

No, at 30 like Mozart!

That's how you get famous.

The joint is jumping. Having fun?

Table 3. Mauricette got a cheap john.

I'll see to it.

Problem, sir?

- Meaning? - Too pricey.

- Scotch? - Guess again: Dutch.

Right, honey? Holland?

Dutch! I'll lop some off... a la Van Gogh!

10%, but get him out fast.

Understand what this means?

Negotiate before or you'll really get screwed.

- What did he say? - Long night ahead.

- What is it? - 10% off for table 3.

Marquis said so.

Miss Lucky Fridel, hats off.

Still with this monkey?

Get lost.

How wonderful... he's polite tonight.

What is it?

Evening, Mr. Simoni.

Be right back, okay?

Blasco, what about our deal?

- Later, later... - No, not later.

I'm sick of Blasco, sick of him!

Don't, Marquis. It's no.

Don't what?

Don't talk about us again.

Your chalet in St. Moritz, pure air, a new life.

In short... finish the night with me.

I'm saying it's no.

Go on.

Console yourself.

We'd be no fun.

And if it's no fun, why bother?

Who got 10% off?

Foreigner who complained.

- Who brought him in? - Mauricette.

Mauricette...

She can take them to a dive. No hicks here!

- Hello, Mr. Simoni. - Evening.

- How's Lucky? - As well as can be.

Can't say as much for myself.

Of course.

- Trouble? - Too strong a word.

But if you like tea...

...and the grocer's out, what do you do?

Wait till he gets delivered.

No.

- I change grocers.. - As you wish.

Really?

No, I'm kidding.

You're hotheaded, Blasco.

I'm expecting a call. Delivery tonight.

No more orders! I want to sing!

Cut it out!

- Let her sing! - Shut up, Bambou!

- What she want? - To sing.

- Really? - Yes!

She's wasted.

Want to sing? Sing.

But she's no good!

Go make yourself useful.

Ordering me, now?

From now on, I'll start giving orders.

All right.

Want to sing?

No, not any more.

How about dancing then?

Yes.

You don't look too great.

Not great at all.

Are you tired?

Call it what you will.

Top that.

Your turn now.

Let us men play.

Just get lost.

It's a public place.

It's a club. I let in and kick out who I want.

Pierre...

Get the boss.

Sir, you have a phone call.

Hold on, I'll close the door.

We'll play corks. Listen, Lucky... let's play.

I turn over one of the dice.

I check.

If it's odd, you shoot the cork.

Get it? Don't sleep!

If it's even, you don't.

Take your cork... Here we go!

With her you'll win each time.

Staying a while?

If I have reason to.

I'll be back shortly.

What then?

Your tea will be served.

Take me along.

Okay, but like this. There's not much time.

I'm going to see a show.

All right, Mr. Marquis.

Keep it.

Thank you, Mr. Blasco.

- I love her voice. - Just discovering this?

Albert Simoni, born in Nice, 14 Rue Lamartine,

...on June 10, 1916.

Acquired intel for the Abwehr, 1940 to 1944.

Linked to organized crime, mostly us a middleman.

No drug convictions.

Three pimping convictions in 1939.

Owns the cabaret L'Oeuf.

Until tonight.

Chaville?

Someone's settling scores.

How thrilling.

There's dignity in trivial tasks...

Call Vice and take care of it.

L'Oeuf...

...isn't it the lounge,

...that nightclub near Rue de Ponthieu?

Once the Canary, then the Flush after Joe Maria got whacked.

Simoni bought it. I thought gangsters were superstitious.

- Who's your man in the 8th? - Vallois.

Still big on grape juice?

That antique dealer iced by his sailor...

...didn't get arrested by the Vice Squad.

It was Vallois.

That "grape juice"...

...might do you good.

No one's questioning Vallois' skill.

Have him write up a report on L'Oeuf. No more.

See to the rest.

That will be all.

- What's it for? - Lulu's turning 20.

Lucky Lulu.

Will you join us for a drink?

- My best wishes. - Thank you, Mr. Janin.

Tomorrow at 5.

I'll try.

Rocard...

What is it?

Have Vallois give me a call.

You've known him 20 years. Call.

He's always rude to me on the phone.

Got a problem with phones?

No, not with phones...

Waste of time, Vallois. Same goes for Chaville.

We'll never know who iced Simoni. Chaville grilled me.

I showed him the weapon.

It's me who killed Simoni.

He didn't buy it.

This cruel loss doesn't seem to pain you.

No curiosity like Chaville.

- You don't even ask me why? - Money.

Now this joint belongs to you.

Bingo. I'm the big winner.

You may even win 20 to life.

Put it in writing. I'll haul you in.

Are you kidding?

You know it's not me!

I believe what I hear. I'm a cop, not a shrink.

So let's get serious.

I think I can help you.

- I'm doing it us a friend. - For sure...

Simoni had a mistress.

Not just a fling, a serious affair.

A half-mad German... both halves!

Maybe as a friend you can give me her name.

I'll even introduce you. There with Blasco.

Here 3 nights a week.

Simoni saw her us much but at his place.

I hear she's something. I never tried.

Not even as a friend?

Because of Simoni.

I didn't kill him for that!

Honestly, crimes of passion...

You're wrong. 80% of juries buy into that.

Lucky Fridel, Georges Vallois.

A friend who finds you interesting overall.

I'll leave you.

Work is pleasure. Excuse me.

Is what he said true?

Depends when. He talks nonstop.

You find me interesting overall?

And in particular?

I think I got it.

Alone. No plans for tonight.

But in fact...

I may look like a hooker but I'm not.

I may not look like a cop but I am.

A cop?

I never met a cop before.

What kind of stuff does a cop do?