Les Brigades du Tigre

Autumn of 1911.

The Bonneau gang makes its first strikes.

Bandit to some, derailed anarchist to others,

their actions nevertheless introduce a new brutal form of crime.

Within a few months, Bonneau, the tragic outlaw,

takes his place among fashionable figures.

But his reign is quite short.

He is killed on April 28, 1912, and by May nothing remains of his gang.

Yet his meteoric passage deeply marks the era.

With the names Bonneau, Calmain, Garnier, Soudy, Caroui,

a certain sense of romance remains attached.

And their example cannot help but inspire tragic vocations.

Mr. Clemenceau, your policemen are now

turned into anonymous minds.

They have left their bicycles and horses behind.

Meanwhile, in novels, some people tell how.

To pull off a heist calmly, just to pass the time.

I’d like to see them try.

In our place, so as not to get twenty years.

Well, luckily I’ve got some time ahead of me.

Shall we go down?

Oh, what a dangerous forest, ants everywhere.

We’ll have fun.

What do you want?

Your wallet is empty.

I have no money on me, I swear, I’ve got nothing at all.

Liar, his wallet is stuffed with bills.

I saw it when he paid at the restaurant.

Did you really think it was for your pretty eyes, no?

How ugly he is.

Look at him trembling with fear, that fat pig.

And you know what, a pig bleeds.

No, I beg you, don’t hurt me.

You have my money, take my car, but leave me alone.

Shut him up, he disgusts me.

You’re scared, right? You’re right.

A thin blade piercing the flesh of a petty bourgeois… what horror.

That’s what you are, isn’t it?

Well, answer.

Are you married? Do you have children?

So the gentleman wanted a little side adventure too.

You’re disgusting, say it.

Yes, sir.

And not even argumentative, huh?

All because of a tiny little knife.

Now get lost, we’ve seen enough of you.

Don’t let him go, Eloi.

Kill him. - What’s gotten into you?

He put his filthy hands on me, isn’t that enough?

Catherine, you can’t be serious?

Dead serious, kill him, I’m telling you.

Listen… - If you don’t kill him, I’ll leave you.

Do you realize there won’t be a car just for us?

All the things we could do with it.

You’ll first have to learn how to use it.

That can be very complicated.

Look, that’s the brake.

And that’s the gear lever.

Look.

Better than Bono, Catherine.

I swear we’ll do better than him.

A gunshot!

Yes, of course.

Yes, Mr. Minister, but...

Yes, I met the prefect of Seine-et-Oise.

I heard it.

Yes.

The gendarmerie had Colonel Bodin in my office.

Yes.

Count on me, Mr. Minister, my respects.

She had decided, well, it’s the least bad fight.

And with a very poor result.

After 15 days of searching, all we have

learned is the girl’s first name, Catherine.

That’s not much.

You see, he has a major advantage over us.

First, urgency.

And then being able to move quickly, appear and disappear.

Where and when they want.

In any case, we are not equipped for this kind of affair.

Our system is bulky and not very mobile. We don’t even have motor vehicles.

I know, come in!

You asked for me, sir?

Yes, Valentin, it’s a special assignment.

What do we do?

A small path to the right, we take it. - Stop, and if we try to go through?

You’re crazy!

I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.

Go on! - Give me the weapon.

Here, take it.

Catherine Barré, 1.60m, red hair.

Born on April 29, 1894 in Conflans-Sainte-Honorine.

Yes, her first name caught our attention. That’s the only

Catherine among all missing girls in the region.

Go see her parents, they gave us this photo.

No mistake, it’s her, several witnesses identified her.

A nasty woman for sure, that’s what she always was.

A girl raised in the strictness of the Lord.

Make an effort for the children.

Might as well spit in the river at me.

Has she tried to contact you since her departure?

Let them come. I'm waiting for them: they won't get past the corner of the office. A gunshot, yes.

not the corner of the office. A gunshot, yes.

For me, it's that boy who turned her head.

Since she was seeing him, she was not the same anymore, I tell you.

Won't you have a small drink, sir?

And that boy, do you know him?

A guy from the backstreets of the city, yes.

You never actually saw him. - Yes, I did.

She even had the nerve to want to bring him here.

That night she got my belt, guaranteed

Did she tell you his name?

Of course, his mother had a property in the surroundings.

That's how they met.

David, that's his name.

Eloi David.

He has always been a delicate child, you know, commissioner.

Ravachol.

Caserio.

Bono.

At the very least questionable examples.

Were you aware of his activities?

I thought it was childish behavior.

It is difficult for a widow, commissioner, to raise a boy.

You should have reported his disappearance.

I thought it was a temporary runaway case.

He is a good boy, you know, commissioner.

He likes me very much.

If it weren't for that girl, a monster of perversion.

What are you doing?

I'm flattening it, you never know.

Why don't we move?

And how will we find money,

now that we have no more ammunition?

Do you want me to pick up a guy?

No Catherine, not that.

I don't want it anymore.

Never again.

Are you jealous?

You're stupid, you know it doesn't count.

Leave me alone, will you?

You know, I have an idea.

I know the place where my father hides his loot.

We are going there.

But stop looking so grumpy.

There is nobody.

There in the cellar, behind a barrel.

There is a tin box. - Are you sure your father is not there?

No, I tell you, at this hour he is in the field.

And your mother?

She is still with him.

Come.

Damn bitch. You'll see.

You little scoundrel. I'll teach you a lesson.

Jeanne, my rifle in the middle.

My rifle.

Alright, thank you.

Leave some men in the area. In case they try to come back.

The gendarmerie confirms you.

The girl's father has just warned: they allegedly tried to enter the farm.

They must be out of means.

In the oven. - It's done, I have the photos.

I think the enlargements are good.

You will send that to the press.

With the detailed description.

Alright.

To the girl's parents.

I would not be surprised if they try the mother of David.

You will set a trap there. To stop them before they escape.

Alright, I'm going.

Ah, do I take the monk with me?

Yes, yes.

Eloi!

Eloi!

Eloi! - Did you bring the money?

Yes.

He is in there with some belongings.

I don't know if... - Hands to the milk, we're going fast!

And you too, Miss Barré.

And now, get out of the car. - The old notebook has betrayed us.

Come! Come! Come!

Come! Come! Come!

Let's go!

There is a young man!

The monk! The monk!

The monk!

The monk!

What is happening, for God's sake?

She burned that crap. - Hold this.

Ah, those two there, they have a solid house.

A totally unpredictable path.

And without logic.

You would need an army.

Or incredible lucky breaks to catch them.

Come in!

A message has just come in by telephone.

Here.

They have just looted the arsenal of a gendarmerie.

Three rifles and one revolver.

Yet their description has been circulated in the press.