The French Detective (Adieu Poulet)

- Commissioner. - Evening, Doctor.

How did it happen?

Christine!

She was with him when...

Commissioner wants to know how it happened.

Well, the usual way...

All your customers die during the act? What's the usual way?

He didn't ask for anything special.

We both lay down,

then he stopped moving. He was dead.

An accidental death, that's all it is.

- Was he a regular? - Yes, and he was nice.

I'd like a word with you in private.

I wanted to tell you, commissioner,

that I was good friends with Mr. Taillerfer and Mr. Lafont.

I'm also close to Mr. Roux,

and Mr. Dupuis.

I also see President Langlane often. Charming man!

We're the only ones she's not bribing!

No smoking please.

Sorry.

Why boss?

Why isn't she bribing us?

We'll have to change that.

You take half since you are the boss.

We split the rest! Alright?

No more worries about the future!

Some old pervert dies in a whorehouse,

and fortune smile on us! Thank you, Jesus!

Doesn't he pisses you off?

That's just his corrupt American cop act.

- I know it too well. - Poor you!

- It's tough! - Ha!

- See you tomorrow, Moitrie. - Good night, boss.

Write up the report and don't hold back her connections. I don't care about it.

- Count on me. - Good night, Lefevre.

- Fancy a drink? - Not tonight, I'm done. Bye!

That lady's not bad. Wouldn't mind doing her...

Get in the electric bed with her and blow all the fuses!

- Not in the car! - Don't start again!

- Can't you wait? - Open the window!

Roll down your window and shut up!

Come on, put it out!

No! I threw out 20 of them today because of you

and you quit 3 days ago.

It's costing me a fortune. I'm smoking this, so fuck off!

Know what you're breathing in your lungs? You'll have a coating this thick of tar.

Addict! Stop.

- What? - Let me out!

- Wait a minute... - Let me out!

- Stay, I'll drive you. - I'm smoking! Bye!

You'll die and I'll laugh my head off!

All cars, fight at the corner of De la Gare and Des Charpentiers.

This is Moitrie, I'm there, I'll handle it.

- Is Lefevre with you? - No, he's smoking.

Stop it, for fuck's sake!

It can't be!

Stop, police!

Stop!

Out of the car!

I recognized him, it was Portor.

It was Portor.

I need a cigarette.

Where's my coffee?

I want a barricade at the Montcouleche tollbooth.

Here's the shooter.

Antoine Portor, one of the Lardatte's goons.

The boss wants a barricade at the Montcouleche tollbooth.

- Here's your coffee. - Thanks.

Does Antoine Portor have a brother?

Yeah, but he's not in on it. Spent the night at the committee room.

Yes?

Thanks.

Yes.

Moitrie is dead.

Martin!

Your brother killed one of my men.

If you know anything, I advise you to tell me.

...a clear vision of reality!

A dynamic understanding of the situation!

An approach to problem-solving that is straightforward

and modern! That's what you can expect from me!

That's what you can expect from me!

and that's what I solemnly promise!

- Hello, Commissioner. - Hello, sorry about the bad news.

Can I have a word, Mr. Lardatte?

It's not the best time, but go right ahead.

Portor was a dangerous ex-con when you hired him.

- I didn't know I'd hired him! - What?

Come and see, Commissioner.

See those two dumb-looking slabs of beef?

And those other two morons?

They all work for me. Think they're friends of mine?

You think I'm close with them?

I'd better things to do than hire my bodyguards.

I'd never heard of this Guy Portor.

I don't back guys who carry guns.

Mr. Lardatte! Coming!

I'll say the same thing to the judge and the media.

No one will doubt my sincerity.

I really want you to catch the man and give him the punishment he deserves.

If you ever need me, I'm at your disposal.

Commissioner...

Lardette! Lardette!

Marie Portor, 30, no record, married

to Antoine Portor for 2 years.

My husband didn't come home. I can't help you.

You can help him.

He killed a cop. He'll be shot on sight. Tell me, and maybe he'll go to trial.

What can I say? I don't know where he is?

I wouldn't trust Lardette.

Portor's alone now...

and we'll kill him. Think about it.

I know nothing.

Mr. Ledoux's looking for you.

Know what conspiracy murder gets you?

5 to 10 years.

Sit down, Verjeat.

Well? I spoke to Moitrie's widow.

Such a shame!

But it's also a delicate matter. We'll have to share the work.

You handle Portor, I'll handle Lardatte.

Gangsters are one thing, politicians another.

Care to explain the difference, sir?

I'm serious, Lardatte needs to be handled gently, which isn't your style.

Lardatte's style is putting up posters at gunpoint.

Lardette spoke to the judge this morning

and convinced him he didn't know Portor.

Oh yeah?

Come on, Verjeat. Just trying to save you trouble.

You have enough with Portor.

I'll leave you to it.

- That kid that was beaten to death? - Yes?

His father wants to see me. I'll tell him to call you.

- Why? - He says Lardette killed his son.

Mr. Lardette please.

Councilors don't arrive before 10.

Here comes the star.

What a mess!

- At City Hall on a wedding day! - Hello Pignol.

Lardette wants to see you.

- Am I allowed to talk to him? - Come on!

Mr. Ladrette.

I don't want these innocent people hurt.

Your superior assured me you can disarm them

without violence. I'd appreciate it.

That's all I have to say. Ball's in your court.

I understand. Disarm them without violence.

Bloodshed would ruin your campaign.

- Got a plan, Verjeat? - He called me several times.

- What? - Poor guy's asking about the case.

Yes, I know. I understand his grief but it's not my fault.

As I told the judge.

I'm not the suspect here!

I just want these 3 out of my office with no fuss.

Is that too much?

You're needed outside, Verjeat.

Seems to be where it's happening.

Don't rock the boat, Verjeat.

He got mad because Pignol sent some men onto the roof.

Get me the direct line to Lardette's office.

Lardatte's direct line!

- You're gonna talk to him? - It's ringing!

I'll try to calm him down, but pull your forces back.

I'll handle it.

No answer?

This is Commissioner Verjeat, Homicide.

- Well? - He's trying to calm him down.

I know why you there, Mericer. To turn in your son's killers.

There's a loudspeaker on top of my car. Can you hear me?

Yeah.

I'll plug you in for 5 minutes if you give up.

I don't get it?

Make your statement into the phone and I'll get you heard.

I don't believe you!

Get one of your sons to do a test. Give him a phone a go to the window.

Talk!

- Talk! - Eh?

- Talk! - What should I say?

Christ!

Lardette's a murdering bastard!

What's this?

A murderer!

His goons killed my son!

Look up Lardette!

He's responsible for my son's death!

He is trying to cover it up, but I want

vengeance for my son! Look up Lardette!

- Does it go louder? - Not any more.

What's going on?

My son put up posters, but he didn't have a gun, unlike Lardette's murderers!

- Are you insane? - It's to calm him down, sir.

Lardatte is a murderer!

A murderer!

That's enough.

- You said no violence. - I order you to stop it at once.

- ...because of police corruption! - That's fine, Mercier.

I cut off the loudspeaker, so don't bother.

Listen, I'm coming up alone and unarmed, OK?

I have nothing to say!