Solo

Ladies and gentlemen, our journey ends here

and I hope you enjoyed it. Tomorrow we arrive in Le Havre.

We wish you a pleasant last night on the Niagara.

WHOLESALE MEAT

What a massacre!

She still has her jewels.

These too.

Filled with cash. Nothing stolen.

The victims' papers, boss.

Damn! Damn...

These are not just anyone! The cream of the crop.

Respectable dirty old men.

Put this aside for now. Conceal it!

She wasn't even 18. Picked up for the night...

At the morgue.

The Valentine's Day massacre had nothing to do with this.

The shell casings, chief. From tommy guns.

You find them everywhere.

- There are 77. - They weren't stingy.

We have something nice ahead.

- For your private collection? - For my files.

What is that?

My life. A Stradivarius.

A violin.

I see that. Made in America?

In Italy. Cremona, 1723.

Agreed.

- No problems? - As usual.

- Do you have them? - Yes.

- How? - In Buenos Aires, I'll tell you later.

Let's go to Paris, I want to visit my safe.

- Broke? - Women.

- Doesn't your game pay off? - Not enough.

Will you let me drive?

Go ahead, the keys are in it.

Tell the truth to the press.

After all, we're in France.

Yes, minister.

But be tactful, inspector!

Of course. My respects, minister.

The truth!

- The mail, chief. - Get lost!

Can this get lost too?

- When was it sent? - Saturday evening.

What's the reason for the delay?

Mail carriers were on strike yesterday.

In which 18 people lost their lives.

Tuesday evening a special party will be

held at Les Peupliers in Vésinet.

Please come to prevent a massacre.

If we had received it earlier...

It is signed Virgile.

He must be a nut, or a mythomaniac.

It could be his real name.

No one uses their real name for this kind of thing.

Besides, the signature wasn't cut from a newspaper.

- More from a book. - Yes, a schoolbook.

Virgile is the name of a Latin poet.

Not everyone has that on their bookshelf.

Not everyone, but a student does.

Have it examined. Typeface, paper, everything.

- And after Lebanon? - Cape Town, Durban, Port Elizabeth.

South Africa? They have diamonds and gold there!

And the highest security.

So it's hopeless there for you... for us?

We shall see.

Still so suspicious?

I carry valuables.

The massacre in Vésinet...

A summary: Last night, during a society party

18 people were brutally murdered with machine guns.

Chief Inspector Verdier thinks that the

clues point to a student association.

Those students!

18 of the bourgeoisie eliminated.

That's 18 fewer.

A society party! An orgy.

Do you find it funny? If the bourgeoisie weren't there,

who would we steal from then?

Do you see me overthrowing the Kremlin?

Almighty Lord, maintaining peaceful coexistence.

Remarkable! Absolutely remarkable.

Exceptional.

We don't even need to cut them again.

Come on, count that.

I have to go.

My house is yours.

- May I borrow your car? - Certainly. I have another one at the garage.

Leave the keys on the table.

You're not counting it? You don't care.

- I have to see my brother. - Are you still paying for his education?

Of course. Besides me, he has no one.

I can't abandon him.

No prints, extra-strong paper.

Typeface?

- From Le Monde. - An intellectual.

- Humanitarian... - A communist.

And Le Fossoyeur.

Here we go, Le Fossoyeur.

That filthy anarchist rag!

The rotten deviationism of the Marxist-bourgeois leaders...

The so-called leftist phrase-makers and idiots...

The paralyzed Trotskyists

3,000 copies, by subscription only.

Subscriptions? Very good.

Very good. Okay, let's go.

The director, please.

That's me. I am also the editor. At your service, comrade.

I see that you are a pluralist.

Is one of your nice contributors named Virgile?

No, why do you ask that?

It's about Vésinet.

That bourgeois settling of accounts is none of our concern.

And this, boy... is this none of your concern?

I forbid you to call me boy!

You are not his father, and even if you were...

Show us the list of your subscribers.

It's all a plot to slander us. It's provocation.

And it is not the first time.

- Be polite. - Get lost!

We do not advocate terrorism against our capitalist oppressors,

but for the union of the working class.

Another time, I am tired.

On this list there is a Virgile Cabral, 49 St-Julian Street.

You don't know him, of course?

We cannot know 3,000 subscribers. And if we did..

- You're in trouble, do you know him? - No, why? I'm going to get cigarettes.

We are checking the law faculty.

- Those kids can't stand us. - Don't worry, we're keeping an eye on them.

Hello, Virgile?

A letter signed by Virgile?

Clipped from Le Fossoyeur.

Who wrote it? I will clear this up.

The police are after you. Go into hiding!

I will warn the others and keep you informed.

It's me, Micheline.

He is not in.

Not in?

He is rarely in. Are you a friend?

I am his brother.

Vincent? The musician?

- Has he talked about me? - Yes, often.

Please come in.

Thank you for the invitation.

So my brother has a girl?

That's not it.

Sorry, but I have to go.

What does Virgile do? Is he studying?

I don't know.

He used to work hard.

We often worked together.

I was also a student.

Sometimes I made food. It was nice.

But now he comes home late, goes out again...

A merry-go-round.

- Strange men visit him. - He isn't one of them, is he?

That's not it, where do you get that idea from?

Good. But what does he do with these friends? Politics?

I don't know. He never tells me.

He will tell me.

There are 2 of them now. When does he come home?

It depends. But late.

I'll wait for him in the hallway.

Night is already falling.

I see that musicians are not shy.

In my family we are not all as serious as Virgile.

Virgile Cabral, third-year.

- Is there family? - Orphan.

His brother is his guardian.

His name is Vincent Cabral, a musician.

He is often on tour.

It stinks!

It stinks, it stinks...

These kids can't stand us.

If they become rich, they will settle down.

But this Virgile is of a different kind.

Let's go.

Virgile and I are friends, that's all.

I might have wanted more, he is attractive.

Maybe he thought I was too easy.

How rude.

Don't joke. He is uncompromising, pure.

The world needs a few of them.

He wanted to study for the magistracy.

He never wrote to me about it.

He was set on it.

He said that in our rotten world a person is saved only by his honor.

It is clear that he and I do not have exactly the same mentality.

Pay no attention.

Open up. It could be Virgile.

Chief Inspector Verdier.

Do you know Virgile Cabral?

Has something happened to him?

I see that you know him well.

He is a friend.

I don't know much about him.

You are required to help the police.

He is a murder suspect.

Have you heard about Vésinet?

He can't be involved in that!