Capitaine Marleau

MUTTERS Ah. What is it?

Fucking boat.

Oh no, not this.

God almighty...

HO-OH!

ANYONE THERE?

That crazy guy is over there!

Who is? - The deceiver. I'm sure it's him.

Stop! SUNLIGHT BABBLING

You're delirious! You're fine, honey, (you're fine).

APPLAUSE

Good evening! Good evening, welcome to Follie's!

Here, you're pretty, you're all tens.

And you are? "Par-"?

"- eille y"! - Yes!

APPLAUSE

Ah. And now... a valkyrie.

The "sweet, sweet: Sunlight"!

APPLAUSE

LAUGHTER

WHISTLING

HOOTS

MARVELING

APPLAUSE

Good evening Follie's!

So are we hot tonight?

I can't hear you: are we hot tonight?

APPLAUSE, SHOUTS - Great!

SCREAMS

What do we do, kill her? - No, don't.

RADIO CHATTER

Ah, it's not possible! What the hell is she doing?

LA MARSEILLAISE RINGTONE

Oh, who's pissing me off?

Duchesne. Yeah, Duchesne?

Where in the name of god are you? We're ready to take him down!

Yeah, well, I can't... leaky carburetor.

Yeah, I've gotta go...

I'm not 4 months old!

My mom's not an imbecile and my name's not Chicken.

Yeah, Duchesne.

MUTTERS This means war.

Let's go, big guy! We're off for a ride. Oh well...

)

Hello! It's Marleau!

How've you been, being on the run from me?

Are you peeing or pooping?

Auntie Marleau has some paper for you!

A nice 50-plus-bonus for evasion.

Hello!

Yeah, going out the window, it's a classic.

You know this by heart, give me your gun.

You vex me, Marleau!

Well, you were a big hothead earlier.

Are you really stupid, going on the run, huh?

Next time change tactic.

Melissa! Some bracelets for the escape king!

Oh congratulations, Captain!

You've got the touch for nabbing fugitives!

Hey, calm down.

We don't wish jail on anyone, understand?

I'd like to speak with Capt. Marleau.

Ma'am, I'm sorry.

I won't leave until I see Capt. Marleau.

Thank you!

Goodbye Capt. Marleau! - So long.

Capt. Marleau? Please.

Marleau is going to Montpelier, for the orchards.

Goodbye, "friend." - I really must talk to you.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Something very serious has happened,

to my daughter, I know it, but no one cares.

A Cmdr. Duchesne told me that. - Screw Cmdr. Duchesne!

Start over from the beginning, I'm listening.

My daughter's name is Sylvie Maupre,

she's 27 and works as a stripper at

the downtown cabaret, Follie's.

Yeah? - Her stage name is Sunlight.

'Sunlight'? A little cheesy. I don't understand,

CHUCKLES why 'Sunlight'?

I don't know... sunlight is truth?

I haven't heard from her for three weeks.

I live in Valencia, normally she calls every day.

Then all of a sudden, nothing. It's not normal.

Maybe she's gone on vacation with a Jules ...or with a Juliette, something nice.

No, like I told them at Follie's:

she left just like that, with no warning.

Her roommate Vincent says the same.

You know, sometimes we go off like that, and then...

just go a little crazy.

GERMAN WHISTLES Out.

Yes, sometimes we need a getaway...

'I'll be back, I'm going to get some cigarettes.'

Until finally we quit smoking.

No, not in my life.

Cmdr. Duchesne said she's entitled to go

wherever she wants, she's of age.

But I know something's happened.

I saw in the newspaper what you did with Samy Bernard.

You have to help me, Ms. Marleau.

So, I'm not a hunting dog...

a watchdog maybe... that'd suck.

But the boss isn't wrong.

If your daughter's of legal age,

she's left voluntarily and nothing can be done.

Unless...

there is cause for concern. So...

Exactly. The last time I spoke to her she seemed very very scared.

Like she was in danger. Ms. Marleau, I'm going crazy.

'Like she was in danger.'

That changes everything. I'll take your statement.

So: last name, first name, age, profession.

Hey.

If a "madre" says her daughter wouldn't go off without telling her, it must be true.

She is her daughter after all.

Ha ha, you must know the song: family is sure there's been a murder,

the dearly departed is actually taking it easy among the coconut trees.

Mm-hmm.

And if Sunlight isn't taking it easy so much as with the maggots?

HE LAUGHS

You got a daughter?

Yeah, listen, you're from the Investigations Section,

while I'm just a provincial Gendarme.

We're still talking about a girl who shows her arse at Follie's.

I'd be happy to tell you about that bunch of weirdos.

She just left, that's all.

So: sexist, homophobe, and putophobe.* * FEAR OF SEXWORKERS

Add sexual assault and you're * FEAR OF SEXWORKERS

a government minister, my dear.

Don't exaggerate, Marleau. - You neither.

We're not at the Quai des Orfèvres.* * PARIS JUDICIAL POLICE HQ

And in addition, if we find she's been bumped off,

cut up in little pieces,

will Cmdr. Duchesne be happy?

Loudmouth top officials on TV:

'There was a guy there who already knew about it.'

SNIFFS What's another word for 'stale air'?

You need some clean-up, I'll stay for a bit.

Open wide! AMUSED CHUCKLE

I'm so happy you're staying, Captain!

Oh, you were listening at the door.

No, you were speaking so loudly with Duchesne, so I... heard.

That wasn't my voice coming out, it was my smelly breath!

Please Captain, I definitely want to be on the Sunlight case.

There's enough femicide to make me want to throw up.

So many guys making it a shitty year for women!

They should be taken out like dandelions, at the root.

Dandelions are neither here nor there,

you don't understand who fed them.

You have to calm down a bit, rather than acting out.

You want to help? - Yes.

so this evening the sisters are going to make little collages

of femicidal types: here you go.

Go on, shoo.

LA ROCKEUSE DE DIAMANTS BY CATHERINE LARA

Here to audition? - Huh? No...

Well, yes or no? - Huh?

Have a seat, we'll find you.

Well-uh, hello. - Hello.

MUSIC CUTS OFF Thanks a lot.

Not bad, really. At the same time, not good.

Something's missing.

'Rod Stewart'! You'll try it?

If I'm expected to. Thank you.

Yes! Sure, it could work!

(This is you. Smile!)

WHISPERING

FEEDBACK

We're listening. What're you doing?

Song? Dance?

Impressions? - No,

I will recite for you.

"FOLK TALE: THE CROW & THE FOX" - Master Crow,

on a tree perched, held in his beak some Maroilles* * A CHEESE FROM N. FRANCE

Master Fox, smelled the stinky cheese,

said this (more or less):

'Hey Mr. Crow! You are so good-looking!'

That's all, I forgot my text at school, ma'am.