Solo

Ladies and Gentlemen, here ends our voyage

and I hope you've enjoyed it. Tomorrow we'll be at Le Havre.

We wish you a good last night on the Niagara.

WHOLESALE MEAT

What a butchery!

She still has her jewels.

This one too.

Stuffed with cash. Nothing stolen.

The victims' papers, boss.

Hell... and hell!

They're not just anybody! The creme de la creme.

Respectable dirty old men.

Shelve this for the moment. Black out!

She's not even 18. Picked up for the night...

By the morgue.

The St. Valentine's Day Massacre had nothing on this.

The cartridges, Chief. From tommy-guns.

Find those everywhere.

- There are 77. - They weren't being economical.

We've got some fun ahead.

- For your private collection? - For my files.

What's that?

My living. A Stradivarius.

A violin.

I see. Made in U.S.A.?

In Italy. Cremona, 1723.

Alright.

- No trouble? - As usual.

- Got them? - Yes.

- How? - In Buenos Aires, tell you later.

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

- Broke? - Women.

- Your playing doesn't pay? - Not enough.

Will you let me drive?

Go ahead, the keys are there.

Tell the truth to the press.

We're in France, after all.

Yes, Minister.

But be tactful, Superintendent!

Of course. My respects, Minister.

The truth!

- The mail, Chief. - To hell with it!

To hell with this, too?

- When was it mailed? - Saturday evening.

Why the delay?

Postal workers were on strike yesterday.

Which killed 18 people.

"Tuesday night a 'special party' will be held

"at 'Les Peupliers' in Vésinet.

"Please come to prevent a massacre."

If we'd got it earlier...

It's signed "Virgile".

Must be a nut, or a mythomaniac.

Might be his real name.

No one uses their real name for things like this.

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

- More like a book. - Yes, a school book.

Virgile is the name of a Latin poet.

Not everybody has that on their bookshelf.

Not everybody, but a student would.

Have it examined. Typeface, paper, everything.

- And after Lebanon? - Capetown, Durban, Port Elizabeth.

South Africa? They've got diamonds, and gold!

And the highest security.

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

We'll see.

Still as suspicious?

I carry valuables.

The Vésinet massacre...

a summary: Last night, during a society party

18 people were savagely murdered with machine guns.

Superintendent Verdier

thinks the leads point to the student community.

Those students!

18 of the bourgeoisie taken out.

That makes 18 less.

"A society gathering!" An orgy.

Think it's funny? If it weren't for the bourgeoisie

who would we steal from?

See me ripping off the Kremlin?

Almighty Lord, uphold peaceful coexistence.

Remarkable! Absolutely remarkable.

Exceptional.

We won't even need to recut them.

Come on, count that up.

I've got to go.

My home is yours.

- Lend me your car? - Sure. I've another at the garage.

Leave the keys on the table.

You're not going to count them? You don't care.

- I must see my brother. - Still paying for his education?

Of course. He has no one besides me.

I'm can't desert him.

No prints, extra-strong paper.

Typeface?

- From Le Monde. - An intellectual.

- Humanité... - A communist.

And Le Fossoyeur.

There we go, Le Fossoyeur.

That dirty anarchist rag!

"The putrid deviationism of the marxist-bourgeois leaders...

"The so-called leftist phrase-mongers and idiots...

"The paralytic trotskyists...

3,000 copies, only by subscription.

Subscriptions? That's very good.

Very good. Let's go.

The managing director, please.

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

I see, you're a pluralist.

Is one of your nice contributors named

- Virgile? - No, why do you ask?

It's about Vésinet.

That bourgeois settling of scores doesn't concern us.

And this, kid... this doesn't concern you?

I forbid you to call me "kid"!

You're not his dad, and even if you were...

Show us the list of your subscribers.

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

And it's not the first.

- Be polite. - Go to hell!

We don't advocate terrorism against our capitalist oppressors,

but the union of the working classes.

Another time, I'm tired.

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

You don't know him, of course.

We can't know 3,000 subscribers. And if we did...

- You're upset, do you know him? - No.

I'll go buy cigarettes.

We'll check the Faculty of Law.

- Those kids can't stand us. - Don't worry, we'll watch them.

Virgile?

A letter signed Virgile?

Cut from Le Fossoyeur.

Who wrote it? I'll clear this up.

The cops are after you. Run!

I'll warn the others and keep you posted.

It's me, Micheline.

He's not in.

Not in?

He's rarely in. Are you a friend?

I'm his brother.

Vincent? The musician?

- He's talked about me? - Yes, often.

Please come in.

Thanks for the invitation.

So, my brother's got some girl?

That's not it.

Sorry, but I've got to go out.

What does Virgile do? Study?

I can't guarantee it.

He used to work hard.

We often worked together.

I was a student, too.

Sometimes I'd make dinner. It was nice.

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

A carousel.

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

It's not that, where did you get that idea?

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

I don't know. He never tells me.

He'll tell me.

It's 2 now. When does he get home?

It depends. But late.

I'll wait for him in the hallway.

Night's falling, already.

I see musicians aren't shy.

In my family, we're not all as serious as Virgile.

Virgile Cabral, third year.

- Any family? - Orphan.

His brother is his guardian.

His name is Vincent Cabral, a musician.

He's often on tour.

It stinks!

It stinks, it stinks...

These kids can't stand us.

When they get rich, they'll settle down.

But this Virgile is of different species.

Let's go.

Virgile and I are friends, that's all.

I might have liked more, he's attractive.

Maybe he thought I was too easy.

How churlish.

Don't joke. He's uncompromising, pure.

The world needs some.

He wanted to study magistrature.

He never wrote me about it.

He was set on it.

He said that in our rotten world a man is only saved by his honour.

Obviously he and I don't have quite the same mentality.

Don't answer.

Open the door. It might be Virgile.

Superintendent Verdier.

Do you know Virgile Cabral?

Has something happened to him?

I see you know him well.

He's a friend.

I don't know much about him.

You're under obligation to help the police.

He's a murder suspect.

You've heard about Vésinet.