Les Brigades du Tigre

Mr. Clemenceau.

Your cops have now become brains.

Incognitos.

They have left their bicycles and horses.

Meanwhile, in novels…

Some tell us how

to calmly pull off a heist… to kill time.

I would like to see them.

In our place.

So as not to get twenty years for it.

Contact.

A problem?

I don’t understand anything.

Last night he was still revving up instantly.

What does that mean?

No compression at all anymore.

A brand new engine.

Lecoq, pass me the key.

Is it not working?

My God, look! - Sand.

What bastard could have done this?

What is happening?

Nothing less than sabotage.

The crankshaft bearings eaten by acid.

Sand in the crankcase.

The valves worn down.

This is professional work, that man.

If he knew a mechanic, everything is ruined.

It is not even worth trying to repair.

And do you have any idea who might want to harm you, Mr. Latam?

No.

There is no shortage of bastards.

But that guy, if I had him… a rival maybe?

There is only one: Mr. Blériot, and that is not his style.

Oh, style… you know!

Sergeant, have you seen what I found?

Do you know this?

It is a lighter. - Is it yours?

No, why?

I found it in the hangar near a workbench.

G.L., does that mean anything to you? - No, no idea.

G.L., G.L… and Latam?

His name is Hubert.

G.L… Gaétan, Gustave… take your pick.

Do you know him?

No.

Does no one know this lighter?

Please, sergeant.

Does this object have anything to do with the sabotage?

That is none of your business, mate. - May I look?

Never seen it.

Show it to me.

Sorry, may I take a look?

Ah yes, that is indeed it, no doubt about it.

Is it yours?

No, but I think I know the owner.

Who is it? - I met him here yesterday afternoon.

He was here for the departure.

He started talking.

He was talking about Latam, Blériot, aviation.

He was so excited he smoked cigarette after cigarette.

That is how I noticed his lighter.

His name? - I did not ask him.

Do you know where we can find him?

He said he had stayed here. - Say, Delerche…

A client with G.L. initials, does that mean anything to you?

Wait, I need to think.

You have a register, right?

With all these arrivals I fell behind.

That could get you into trouble.

What does your man look like? - Around forty, grey suit.

Ah yes, I see, a Parisian. - Where is he?

He left less than half an hour ago with a travel bag.

You just missed him. And do you not know which direction he went?

No. - I do.

Then say it.

He took the road to Calais.

By car? - No, on foot.

How?

On foot.

Are you Mr. Justin Guest?

Yes.

What is your name?

Lemaire. Gustave Lemaire.

And this lighter, do you know it?

Yes, I have been looking for it all morning.

And you came all the way for that?

You are quite helpful. Where did you find it?

About that, we need to ask you for explanations.

And why? - Come to the gendarmerie,

you will explain. Move.

Alright, I will handle it.

We continue.

Occupation? - Aviation mechanic.

Oh? Where do you work?

Ah yes. - And where exactly?

At Mr. Blériot’s, in Paris.

At Blériot’s?

And what are you doing here?

Well, he sent me. - And for what?

To watch the lady’s departure. The boss is somewhat interested.

They are arguing about crossing the Channel.

So in fact, this incident should rather suit you.

What do you mean?

Where were you last night?

I was in my hotel room.

No, Mr Mayor, we asked the hotel staff.

Your bed wasn’t even unmade this morning.

So where were you? Moreover, it is in the hangar.

of the lady’s plane that we found your box.

But that’s impossible, I was never there.

So where were you?

Alright, if that’s how it is, I’d rather tell the truth.

I was with a lady.

A lady.

A lady.

Which lady?

I don’t know, I only know her first name: Yvette.

You know how it goes, far from home, in a hotel, from time to time...

She looked lonely, so I offered her a drink.

Anyway, we spent the night together.

Come on, you’re not going to make a fuss. If my wife hears about this...

Let the person come in.

Good afternoon madam. Please sit down.

Do you know him?

Of course.

But how could you...

Excuse me, madam, this is a bit awkward, I know.

But the case is serious and you must tell us the whole truth.

This man claims to have spent the night with you.

Is that true? - What?

He dares tell such a lie! Aren’t you ashamed? Just because I

accepted a drink with him. You’ve got nerve!

Come on Yvette, that’s impossible. - I forbid you to call me Yvette.

But what does this mean?

Are you coming in?

Of course, that doesn’t make sense.

That’s not true! She doesn’t even believe it herself.

We spent the night together.

Alright, let’s let her go. This scene is ridiculous.

Besides, I can prove what I’m saying.

Let the man who was with me come in.

Who is it? - My husband, simply.

Come in, gentlemen.

Will you tell these gentlemen where I spent the night?

You? Well, in our hotel room with me. Anyway...

But that’s not true! I spent the whole night

with her, the whole night! She is lying, and so is he!

And in the end, what do you actually want from me?

You’re crazy.

No, he’s not crazy. He knows exactly what he’s doing, on the contrary.

At least, that’s what he thought. But now

it’s over for him, trust me.

Alphonse, lock him up.

Whoever it is, the culprit went to a lot of trouble for nothing.

Indeed, the TAM had a second engine built.

I received a visit from Mr Blériot about this.

Yes, I know him personally.

His involvement in such filth is out of the question.

And as for him, he vouches for his mechanic’s honesty.

He does seem rather compromised.

Yes, maybe even too much.

Then go take a look there.

I’m taking Pujol and Terrasson.

Oh no! Why not the whole brigade while you’re at it?

Do you think I’m rich?

Have many people handled those parts?

Apart from the fitter, basically the two TAM mechanics and myself.

Alright, then we’ll take your fingerprints, those of the two mechanics...

Then we’ll see which ones remain.

And then?

Still planning to deny it?

Of course, I have nothing to do with it.

And your lighter?

I don’t know. I saw it in someone’s hands.

That woman you claimed to have spent the night with.

But I swear it’s true.

Why would she lie?

I don’t know. Maybe she’s afraid of her husband.

Yet her husband confirmed her statement.

Or they’re both crazy.

Or they’re telling the truth.

No! I’m telling you it’s not true!

There may be another hypothesis.

Which one?

We’ll come back to that. You can take him away.

And then?

None of these fingerprints on the engine.

Really? - Yes, yes.

Come on, goodbye. Go ahead.

Goodbye, commissioner.

Mr Latam, when do you plan to leave?

Tomorrow. - Mr Latam, would you...

Yes, you know, commissioner, I

I see it very clearly. It’s a young woman, with her husband.

Imagine that, they left yesterday, yes.

They had come to see Latam’s takeoff.

They didn’t even wait for the second attempt.

Yet it is for tomorrow morning.

Show me their files.