Manhunt for Murder (La Saignée)

THE CONTRACT

Have you found another girl? A bigger apartment?

I have to leave, you need to understand this.

Understand what?

That I saw Gino Long a killing a man and a woman tonight, at the restaurant!

Long a! The guy who testified before the commission of inquiry!

For Christ's sake! Remember!

We saw him on TV!

Certainly, she's a petty bourgeois, and she'll prepare the meal on time.

Long a saw me!

My deposition could take him to the electric chair!

Wake up, for Christ's sake! I have to pull up stakes!

I'm the only witness! He'll have me killed, if I stay here!

Is he the gangster on TV?

I have to go.

I'll write you as soon as I can.

- I'm just a harmless retailer. - A harmless retailer...

...in whose shop customers get killed!

A respectable restaurant where mafia feeds itself off.

An honest man, who loses his smell when he gets paid with stinky money.

So, are you getting off or not?

How's old Langevin doing?

He's fine, Rantis, he's fine.

You actually saw him yesterday, haven't you?

Oh, if Pallard doesn't pay, chase him down.

Oh, Mr Didier, it could be just a passing matter.

He's an honest man, he's only asking for one additional month.

Listen, Rantis, I did not ask for your counsel. Chase him down.

- Alright, sir. - Oh, and if you want to come for dinner...

I'll gladly do so.

Catherine...

I'm done.

Catherine!

UNIFIED LIST

Thomas...

Thomas, what are you doing here?

I came here to kiss my dear mother.

If that's why you came all the way from America for...

...kiss me!

Wow, Juliette, you pick them young!

Shut up! He's her son!

You haven't changed much, from what I see.

Just call me "mum".

Three years ago, this young man went to the New World.

Not even a goodbye, or a call.

He suddenly comes back and I should kill the fatted calf!

I don't expect that much from you.

I just want a room.

Listen, Thomas, we don't have to argue immediately.

For that, things should be different.

I warn you, you can have a room just for a few days.

You don't have to come with me, I know the way.

Thomas...

You know... nobody's expecting you in town.

Mr Pallard is just having some troubles. But he's a good man.

My dear Rantis,

honesty is a virtue only when it's a hit.

When it doesn't work, it's a failure.

- Thank you. - I told him this morning.

It doesn't count what you said!

And Rantis knows it well.

- Don't you, Rantis? - Of course, sir.

Ah, how good are these critters creaking between the teeth!

Didier is a moron,

but he's marrying you.

- Shall I serve you, Mr Didier? - No, thank you.

Listen, Rantis, you have to seek

and find someone who'd buy the lands off the books.

But do it discreetly.

If word gets out I'm behind this, the prices will rise.

Perhaps Jacques could do it. Instead of Mr Rantis.

Rantis,

you will handle this.

I'm counting on you.

It will be my pleasure, Mr Langevin.

There's nothing better at rue de Passy. Exactly the same style.

Just because you slept with the daughter of Duguay's Building Firm,

doesn't mean you'll enter building trade.

People are worried...

All these Portuguese, Spanish, Arab people coming for your shipyards...

Let me tell you something.

In less than ten years,

all these foreigners will have knocked up half of the girls in this country.

And nobody will call them “immigrants”, they'll be voters.

- I love you. - Thomas.

Speaking about foreigners.

It appears that Chanard's son is back in town.

So?

Somebody might be interested.

There are a lot of great doctors in Switzerland for polished pregnant girls.

Nobody cares about the past.

Perhaps he's only here for a few days.

Excuse me?

Uh... nothing, sir.

At least, we got to talk about something.

We could talk about you, then.

It's not exactly something to be proud of, isn't it?

I'd like to know what you're suggesting, Didier, and personally I don't think that...

Enough!

I expect a modicum of dignity from all of you.

Rumours always start from servants lies.

What do you mean?

I mean that I'm watching you.

And I hear you.

Mister "I command".

Aren't you tired of lying flat on your stomach?

- Catherine. - Well, there you are!

The substitute father.

It's a riot.

No, sir. It's a revolution.

Is the whole world crying out for me?

I think you'll come to apologise.

That's not an option.

What are you looking for? A divorce?

Why not?

Remember, prenups are clear.

Luc bears my name, and you've yielded the majority of shares to me.

You won't have a thing.

Didier,

tell me you love me.

Ah, you're wallowing in the bourgeois drama.

If you don't come with me...

Tell him I caught malaria, a souvenir from my African travels...

...that I'm a junkie and I'm mad as a hatter. They'll be pleased.

Tulia. Tulia, my dear.

Do you recall how much we liked each other?

We were so into each other.

I do what I want, as I want and whenever I want it.

Perhaps, after all...

You're afraid of others, too.

Your cloak is always wonderful, you know?

You haven't put on weight, your hips are sunken in,

your ankles are thin...

You haven't changed.

Is America nice?

Is marriage nice?

Always like cats and dogs, eh?

I'd like a room.

With a bath, of course.

Fill out this request form, please.

For police.

Well, this is funny.

I haven't seen an American since the Liberation days.

I was 18.

I can say that they made me dance...

- In many ways... - So?

Well, my son came back from the US just yesterday.

And this morning, a man asked me for a room. He is American.

Like you.

A man?

Yes, well, a man of your kind.

The good kind.

He's an engineer.

Trust me, if it were possible...

I would hire you.

I thought men in their 40s

were those overage to get hired.

No, but if you knew my problems...

They want me to find a pearl in the dirt.

Soon I'll have to hire them fresh out of college.

You're not that green.

You see, you've always been a big mouth.

I don't think anything is different on that front.

A big mouth.

Hello? Didier?

I'm sorry, my dear Thomas.

There's no place for amateurs in the motors world.

We need experts.

Besides, you're an artist, aren't you?

Here today, and somewhere else tomorrow.

This city will soon beat you down.

Would you like me to go to hell, eh?

Let's not overreact. Nobody wants the sinner to die.

No, it's just that... there's no guarantee that...

...your personality would suit our customers. They're too...

Too bourgeois, maybe.

It's impossible...

You were waiting for me...

You've gone over your part, haven't you?

Please!

We already have a full staff.

I don't have the right face for what you can offer me, eh?

But what is wrong with you people?

You want to know? You're irritating.

- Who? - The old man.

He left strict orders.

He keeps this city and his sons in his pocket, with the dough!

You can either behave or die.

So nobody is going to hire you, end of story.

You see, Thomas, I'm not a bad guy.

But trust me, you'd better leave. Nobody is going to hire you.

There you go.

It shouldn't get worse with this.