The Tiger Brigades (2006) Movie Script
In 1907, France is hit by
a wave of bloody crimes.
The Minister of the Interior,
Georges Clemenceau, The Tiger,
creates the mobile brigades
to fight these new criminals.
1912. Across France they
are known by another name.
I am Chief Inspector
Faivre, your superior.
I am your father, mother,
judge and, if needed, executioner.
You belong to the 1st mobile
brigade. This is your big opportunity.
You are men of the brigade, with one
home, one task and one goal: state security.
We have the best equipment
and weapons. Not bad. The spirit,
the men and officers are
among the best in France.
You rely on intuition
and tips from informants.
Intuition is for animals.
Tips are for gamblers.
Your weapons are logic,
anthropometry, and fingerprints,
auto mechanics, automatic
weapons, good shoes and above all...
Next!
- ...a perfect ethical code.
Next!
- There are no closed cases here,
only solved cases! The men
of the brigade love success.
Failure does not belong here.
Next!
I pity thieves, pimps and anarchists
and other scum, because you hunt them down, catch
them and put them where they belong: in prison!
When you come home in
the evening, you may be proud.
If your son asks what you have done,
believe me, you wont have
to say: cleaning the cell.
For the brigade, the republic and France!
So? How was I? Wonderful.
THE TIGER BRIGADES
In an hour. On Rue Ordener.
Two guards in the front
of the van and one inside.
It is in the safe. A leather
register marked SGED.
Where is Piotr?
It will be fine.
Be careful, alright?
That is my job.
I help Russia, France and myself!
Sir has a pension plan?
How are you going to do that?
Youll have to take care of
yourself while I get 8% per year,
- from the state.
- From the boss.
Thats why youre sucking up to him.
I do good work. Thats
why the director likes me.
- Get out!
- No!
I want them to know what we took.
Stop!
Take what you want!
THE FIRST MOTORIZED ROBBERY
His hairline?
Hello. I am Achille Bianchi.
I am one of the new recruits.
I am in this team.
- Bianchi... where are you from?
- Milan.
- Ah, Spain...
I cant stand Italians.
- Your desk.
Thank you.
Do you clean at home?
- No...
Here you do it twice a week.
Three phones. Answer and take messages.
Unless its for me of
course. How were his eyes?
Creepy. Okay, but small, slanted or big?
I dont know. Small.
- Maybe also slanted.
- Small and slanted.
Were getting somewhere.
I think he wore glasses.
Glasses? What kind?
Listen, Bianchi, youve
got skilled fingers.
So we thought you could type reports.
That way you stay informed.
Imagine him without glasses.
Start with mine to warm up.
His mouth... lips...
mustache? Small? Thin?
Yes
- Thin?
- Yes.
Yes, thats him. What an artist!
- Unrivaled.
- Right.
Raymond Caillemin, aka Brains.
Born in Brussels, wanted
for armed robbery.
- Hi, darling.
- How do you know that?
Everyone knows it. The
police are ahead of us.
Brains arrested!
Everything in the Excelsior!
An accomplice
arrested! Bonnot still free!
Its pointless without Raymond.
We ask the owner for the code.
Casimir Cagne? You cant get near him.
What do you suggest?
Europe versus Russian expansion
We ask for help. Jaurs?
I dont trust politicians.
He is a journalist and my friend.
Its the scandal of the
century. We need the press.
What if he cant decode it?
- We let Cagne talk.
- Why wait?
The agents are closing
in. I have no time left.
You must continue alone.
Dont say that. Do you hear me?
We will always be together.
I have a tip about Bonnot.
Bianchi?
- Yes? Do you mind?
I need to go to the toilet. Exactly.
Excuse me.
Its on the left. Dont get lost.
Say it. A locksmith in
Ivry. He rents a room
And he lets anarchists
stay there for free.
Not much to go on.
Wait. He kicked out
his tenants for one man.
Left behind by a De Dion-Bouton.
Didn't they use one in the
robbery on Rue Ordener? So...
When will you hire me?
That would be nice. We'll see.
Fill out a form and leave a moustache.
Alright, enough. Get to work. Out.
You're going, right?
- What's his name?
- Gauzy.
His lair is the Volkshal.
Will you come by later?
Maybe, maybe not. Go on.
- Shall we go?
- No. You take the lady home.
Then go cheer up the man who got shot.
- I'm going with the rookie.
- The dago? I'm from Milan.
Great. Grab your weapon.
Where are we going?
Didn't hear that?
A tip? Is it Bonnot?
Sure. Come on.
That young lady... Is she
a friend of yours? La?
She's an acquaintance of Pujol.
Are they engaged? Yes.
He must be devastated.
I don't think so.
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
La had a tip about Bonnot.
Probably nothing, but you never
know. Let the Paris police handle it.
There are other matters.
No, I have questions the
prefecture can't answer.
What questions?
Four individuals rob a van like
professionals, but leave the money.
Nothing was stolen, but
there's a huge reward on it.
And the prefect sends
8,000 men to beat us to it.
Doesn't that seem a bit excessive?
Take the back door!
- Paris police! A room?
I have no rooms. You are misinformed.
And upstairs? Upstairs?
Up there only the attic.
There's someone up there.
It must be rats.
Let me go!
Anarchists are not thieves.
They are calm, sober,
- they don't hit women.
- Wouldn't you guillotine Bonnot?
I'm not a big fan of the guillotine.
Worse men than him have been beheaded.
Have you seen his file? A former worker,
a mechanic, a marksman, a driver...
Two years in the army,
a medal for bravery...
He's got guts...
Bonnot.
Get down!
Go to Gauzy! I'll get him!
Forgive me.
Out of the way!
Out of the way!
Shit!
I couldn't do anything, it
happened too fast. Sure.
We'll get them out.
No, you're getting out.
The area is cordoned off,
sir. Shall I organize a search?
No, leave it. They don't
need us. Get the gear.
We'll start by taking fingerprints.
Look, Marcel, a photo of
Mr. Casimir Cagne. Photogenic.
You could say that.
A cup of chicory, gentlemen?
- Not for me.
- I'll have one.
I love chicory.
You were lucky.
- You're in shape.
- Listen, Ernest,
I don't get it. Why you and why that day?
Why is your van so special?
No idea. They're anarchists,
against society, Mr. Cagne said...
Ernest, calm down. Relax.
This is off the record.
We're just talking and drinking
chicory. This makes it a bit livelier.
- Here.
- Thanks. It happened
on a Thursday morning, right?
Is the Thursday run special?
No. That morning I
left from headquarters.
Mr. Cagne sometimes has me run errands.
What kind of assignments?
He has a safe at the
branch on Rue Ordener.
He has me bring documents
there. What documents?
A ledger, leather-bound
and all-inclusive.
Thank you.
I don't know what's in it.
- It's not important anyway.
- Thank you, get some rest.
- Bravo.
- Is that all?
- You were perfect.
- Really perfect.
Wait, there's something else.
It may sound stupid, but that guy, that
bastard who shot me, said something...
Bistro! Bistro?
Maybe he was thirsty.
That must be it. So
you let Bonnot escape?
You'll have to work extra
hard to make up for it.
- Had a fight?
- You shouldn't be so cheeky.
Maybe your La spoke to someone else.
The Paris police were already there.
Anything to say? Yes,
the Paris police were there.
- Is that all you have to say?
- Yes. Then say it.
- The Paris police were there.
- Is that all?
Is that all you have to say?
- I asked if that was all.
- Yes. Then say it.
Go on. I told you to
say it. Say it again, I said!
Please, Pujol. You know La
would never do that to me. Alright.
- How did the house visit go?
- Weve got something.
The new man in the
gang shot Caby. Okay, so?
Caby heard him say
something like 'bistro'.
Maybe it means something.
Well ask him as soon as we
catch him. But thats not all.
Bonnot stole a ledger
from Cagne, the SGED boss.
The man who offered a
hundred thousand for his arrest.
Maybe we should ask
Mr. Cagne a few questions.
Hes noble. I need the bosss approval.
- Is it serious?
- No. I removed the bullet.
He needs care but I... I
cant keep him here. Sorry.
Garnier is coming to pick you
up. Hes found a new hideout.
Cagne... The code... I can...
We will succeed, I promise.
We will succeed. We will succeed.
Im going to Jean Jaurs.
Terrasson vs Jacquemin,
the fight of the century.
- 30, stopped by the referee.
- 30, referee.
- Noted.
- 65 for Terrasson, on points.
65, on points. And you?
The rules forbid gambling.
Rules? Are there rules?
Bet on Jacquemin, from the
prefecture. Hes a decent guy.
Perfectly timed. Come here.
You call, I come right away.
- Have you seen my new dress?
- Enchanting.
A gift from the prefect?
In exchange for your tip?
- I didnt say anything.
- Did they find Bonnot by chance?
It wasnt me, I swear. A whores promise?
So? I thought thats
what you liked about me.
- My talents...
- Very classy. I trust you.
Dont ruin it, beauty.
Place your bets, gentlemen.
Terrasson vs Jacquemin.
Hey boy, focus.
Ready? Are you sure?
Youre an athlete, not a beast!
- Not afraid of getting hit?
- No.
- Ill show you a transition.
- No problem.
Chief inspector Valentin.
I should have bet more.
Or saved your money.
A new dress if he wins.
Back to your corners.
I spoke with the boss. And?
He has an important mission
for you. On top of Bonnot?
The Paris police can deal
with Bonnot. I dont believe it!
Finish him, dad.
Prince Bolkonski, the tsars
nephew, arrives tomorrow.
- He will sign...
- I know.
An alliance between
Paris, Moscow and London.
I read the newspapers. It
will be signed at an event
that a smart boy like
you will have heard of.
- The opera Ivan the Terrible?
- Exactly.
Sorry, but does this really concern us?
The chief commissioner
has decided it does.
You work for state security
and you would do well to remember that.
You oversee security at the opera.
You receive the prince
tomorrow. I hope you have a suit.
You dine at the embassy. And you dont?
The boss is doing you
a favor. Casimir Cagne
is one of the main patrons
of the opera. He will be there.
Thank you.
I promised you would behave.
Dont disappoint me. Be diplomatic.
Sure.
Marcel! Dad!
Three... Four... Five...
Six... Seven...
Eight... Nine...
Ten. Out! Jacquemin
of the Paris police wins!
And my dress?
Be careful with the
fingers. Try a lighter touch.
Good morning.
What is this sheet?
- The latest report.
- It goes in the report.
- Okay.
- It belongs to it.
- Its not numbered? - No.
- On purpose? - Yes.
Do it on purpose. Okay.
Russian bonds? Are you
preparing for retirement?
I invest, help Russia, France and myself.
Good idea. No more fights.
Youre destroying us all.
Shut up, idiot! I dont
know what happened.
Its a blank page. Maybe age.
You want to invest, sir. Look at this.
Are you selling them?
An agent friend made them.
Handcuffs. He says well
all be using them soon.
They fit wrists. Automatic.
The lock has a key.
Very handy.
Yes, fast and simple.
Do you attach this
end to something solid?
Like here, for example.
Then you close it.
Ill release you when youre
done. Not badly designed.
Pujol, what a sly fox you
are. Terrasson, what a hit!
Terrasson, Bianchi, go to headquarters.
I want the files from
the Russian embassy,
plus all information about the
opera, the prince and the ambassador.
Hurry up. Yes, but...
Hes busy with his new invention.
- What is this?
- Handcuffs.
- Handcuffs.
- Handcuffs.
My wife gave it to me!
- Your wife gave it to you?
- A useful gift.
There. Child's play. Well see
each other tonight at the embassy.
Your buddy's invention
is complete nonsense.
The lock still needs improvement,
but I think it's a good idea.
- It's easy to use.
- Handcuffs...
Traitors! Murderers!
Keep your eyes open!
Watch the signs.
You may pass.
- Go on.
- Hold the line! Fall back!
Back! I said back!
Achille, don't exaggerate.
- They're still pushing.
- Easy.
No one can have been left
behind in Moscow. Good evening.
Do you understand? Break
through with the package.
Go ahead, I'll be right there.
Death to the tsar!
Long live Lenin!
Keep them under control.
Keep them under control.
Your Highness, welcome to Paris.
Chief Inspector
Valentin, head of security.
Marcel! If you please...
If you please... This way.
It's a bomb!
What the hell?
Don't touch anything.
Get Bertillon.
Clear the area!
Find out who did this.
My apologies for this small
incident. Welcome to Russia.
Bianchi! Stop him!
Seal it off and re-establish the line.
What does the dog's head
mean? How should I know?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome
my friends President
Poincar, Sir Lewis Hollingworth
and Casimir Cagne,
sponsors of Ivan the Terrible.
Inspector Valentin.
This opera marks the
beginning of a new era,
a future we will build together.
On May 12 this year we
will gather to make reality
of the deep friendship that connects
Russia, Great Britain and France
by signing a historic
agreement, the Triple Entente.
A treaty that will make the French rich
through our new state loan.
Well done, mate.
You're too hospitable.
London and Paris
harbor the scum of Europe
and of my country.
The tsar has his own way
of dealing with opponents.
The scum terrorize honest
citizens in the name of freedom.
That's all.
- They are brave,
they risk their lives for a symbol.
Madam... Your Highness!
These terrorists. How can you...
What symbol?
Dogs play a role in the
myths around Ivan. He...
Thank you, my dear.
Russian folklore interests
the inspector.
Why not? The masses
are apparently fascinated.
Those people are hungry.
They are far from home. They
cling to what they still have:
their beliefs. They dream
of a liberator, a new Ivan.
But I am here, my dear!
My wife is so fond of protest.
She introduced me
to an agitator... Jaurs?
Ridiculous, like his rag.
He should be silenced for good, I say.
He is a remarkable man.
We are honored to have him at the opera.
Music will not temper his
articles. The press is free.
That is democracy, isn't it?
Inspector,
it was a pleasure.
Mr. President, gentlemen,
please follow me. Madam...
Mr. Cagne, what did Bonnot
and his men steal from you?
Pardon?
100 thousand is a lot for a
notebook. What was in it?
You're crazy. I will report this
to your superiors. Of course...
Making new friends, Inspector?
You seem to like him as well.
My husband's secretary
must go over the opera details.
The protocol for His Highness on May 12.
What did you say?
- I asked him to leave us.
- No, the last word.
Bistra. Hurry. Why?
No reason. I am
interested in Russian history,
dog heads, opera...
- Personal interest?
- Partly.
May I ask you something?
I will not stop you.
How long have you been married?
Five years. Barely three if
you count the time together.
We travel. I direct the opera.
Really?
- Does that surprise you?
- A little.
I'm sorry. And your husband?
He is working on his project. We are
trying to help the Russians in Europe.
Someone forgot to tell them.
Inspector, it is not your job to
like my husband, but to protect him.
I do my job. You may
keep your grand ideals.
Don't you feel concerned?
I am a civil servant, not a politician.
Sir, your men need you.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Sorry I messed it up.
It's total chaos here.
Bonnot is in Choisy-le-Roi.
Marcel, take over with
Achille. Stay with the prince.
Especially after tonight's events.
That old grumbler is in the way...
- Are we staying here?
- What else? He's the boss.
Great atmosphere! Are
you preparing to invade
Alsace and Lorraine?
- We're on Bonnot's trail.
- Good idea.
You know that already, since
you honor us with your presence.
- Why are you here?
- Mr. Prefect,
Paris doesn't reach
Choisy. This is my territory.
That will be decided higher up.
The press will be here in an hour.
Do you want a turf war
right in front of them?
A joint operation would look better.
Under your supervision, of course.
Give him three men and
a sector to keep him quiet.
A joint operation. I
choose my sector. Pardon.
What is this new whim?
Tell me, a driver,
what is he for? Cars.
- And mechanics?
- Garages. Pardon, sir.
Gilbert!
Let's go!
Pujol! Are you hit? I'm
fine. Drag him along!
Behind the wall!
Stop here, this is good. Don't
do anything stupid. Just follow me.
What is this?
What do you think? The
royals wanted to see the show.
I couldn't arrest them!
- The show?
- What show?
Magnificent!
Go! Shoot that little bastard!
- Jules!
- Hold fire!
- Hold fire, damn it!
- Stop firing! Jules!
Are you a martyr?
You'll die like a rat, Bonnot!
Come out then! Now!
This is your last chance!
Marcel! Get dynamite!
Take two men and get that
cart. Are you covering us?
Help me! Help me push that
cart! Do you have dynamite?
Then go get it! Push and see where we go!
I am a famous man. My name
is known all over the world.
And my fame must fill
everyone with jealousy
all those who try so hard to stand out.
I didn't want much, only to walk with
her along the Rhne in the moonlight.
I have always dreamed of such happiness,
which is taken from me again and again.
Fire at anything that moves!
I have the right to survive.
Because your foolish and criminal
society prevents that, too bad for them.
Too bad for you.
Achille!
Don't move. Stay there!
Hey, kid!
Wake up! Are you okay?
Come to your senses. Stay here.
Valentin? It's me.
I'm coming in.
I only wanted to walk with her.
Pull yourself together.
If you break down now,
Bonnot will have died for nothing.
I can take care of Cagne. Do
that and Jaurs will find out.
He will know how I got the
code and refuse to publish.
So? We must act now.
I've had enough of your conspiracies.
My husband has been on
guard since the embassy.
I want him to be afraid.
Check identities. Search the place.
May I have a minute, Your Highness?
Another time. I'm busy.
Start again at 18:00.
Hey kid, look. It's about
us. What a terrible affair.
Mr. Terrasson, I wanted to thank you.
Kid, you're now part of the family,
with a mustache like the other boys.
Good grief! Hey, Bianchi.
I'm Marcel.
- All right, Mr. Marcel.
- We found a dead Russian
at the embassy yesterday morning.
He was strangled.
I thought the safety of your
husband was important...
Continue without me.
A dog's head in paper, does that have
anything to do with the legend of Ivan?
Ivan used dog's heads to
intimidate the boyars, the nobles.
Just before his coronation
he sent everyone a dog's head.
What was the message?
That they were just dogs and
that their heads would be next.
And that man is your national hero?
Ivan was cruel because
he lived in cruel times.
And Louis XIV or Napoleon?
They had too much power.
- So you're a democrat.
- Exactly.
Imagine what Russia
looked like back then.
The people had nothing
and the boyars had everything.
Ivan changed all that.
He began by breaking up the boyars' land.
He assembled an army and
united Russia for the first time.
Twenty years of peace.
Previously unheard of.
And the boyars? He had them burned alive.
He was crowned in the flames
and became Ivan the Terrible,
The Terrible or the Great. In
Russian it is the same word.
The men in black are his
accomplices: the oprichnina.
The reserve in Russian.
What do they do?
The same as you: guarding state security.
Ivan becomes a living god.
And the people a vague memory.
He sees betrayal everywhere.
The slightest suspicion
means prison or death.
History repeats itself.
The Russians I saw on
the street are just as poor.
And men like Cagne or your husband,
the new boyars use the
opera to sell alliances.
My husband is not a salesman, inspector.
He works for future peace.
Like Ivan?
You were a good pack leader
when they slaughtered Bonnot.
How did that feel?
I was just doing my job.
Nothing more? I did not
invite you to the performance.
Bonnot is dead, the case
is closed, everyone is happy.
It is just business as usual again.
Only the owner can decipher it.
I will not publish anything.
You know what is in it.
Because you told me. I have no proof.
People died to give you
this. And you are not using it?
That is the problem.
With someone else I would
have gone to the police.
An anarchist with a weapon is a criminal.
But a man can steal
billions behind his desk!
Your methods disturb me, Constance.
You are descending to their
level. You are lecturing me?
Go to Russia, Mr. Jaurs.
Go see those who are
tortured for speaking too much.
Tell them that violence
is not the answer.
That they must endure it
but never use it themselves.
I have devoted my life to
fighting men like Cagne!
And I will continue, with or without you.
You can hide behind your principles.
But in reality you are afraid.
For your precious newspaper
and your seat in parliament.
I am sorry that you react this way.
What if Cagne is arrested?
And confesses to the police?
Our newspaper would do its job.
The hideout of the anarchist Bonnot
You are doing good work,
inspector. What do you want?
Who do you think buried
the Bonnot case? The prefect.
For his own interest? No.
For one of your friends.
Casimir Cagne?
If you could bring him
down, how far would you go?
As far as the law allows.
What a pity. Suppose I
might go a bit further...
Do you know what this is?
A ledger. Bonnot stole it from Cagne.
And he gave it to you?
Jules Bonnot was my lover.
We found fingerprints next to Bonnots.
On a bed frame. Do you realize
the risk you are taking? Theft,
criminal conspiracy,
threat to national security...
Should I cover you?
Just arrest the owner of this book
and let him confess what is in it.
Like what?
Embezzlement of Russian bonds
by politicians and businessmen.
Including your husband?
He is their leader.
I do not understand this.
I thought you wanted to help the prince.
The Triple Entente, Ivans
opera, peace... is that all an act?
You are destroying a system from within.
It is an agreement between swindlers
to buy Russian blood with French money.
That is what the loans
are for, nothing else.
Arrest me if you want.
Then you can return the book
to Cagne. He will thank you.
I cannot prove it is his.
Are you not a police officer?
Without evidence, what do you do?
The princes wife? If we
tell anyone, she is dead.
What do we do with this
book? Give it back to the owner.
I have a very bad feeling about
this. Then arrange the opera.
- Why me?
- Because I adore you.
Happy, naughty boy?
Casimir Cagne, come
with us. Is this a joke?
Article 416 of the penal code,
section C... embezzlement.
This is a valid order from
the prosecutor of Versailles
that allows me to
seize all your property.
You would not dare.
Please leave the premises.
It gives me the right to
take you in for questioning.
Miss Amlie, this office is yours.
Let us proceed systematically
and methodically. Clear the office.
You will regret this, believe
me. Miss, are you sure that this
is the same notebook? I
want a very precise answer.
Yes, that is where he keeps his accounts.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
Has he admitted to embezzling money?
As I said, he was showing off with it.
Counting his money
there was better than...
- She is in shock.
- And that pig did not want to pay.
That is not proper. Will
you testify under oath?
Of course! I want to
serve justice. Gentlemen...
Let us go.
Oh my god... How long
are you holding him?
The judge has had half
the government called!
Write down their names.
You are joking. Not at
all. Hide tonight at Marthe.
Yes. - Do what I say.
Pujol...
- Sir?
- Your witness can't be like that...
That...?
Oh my God!
It's a classic code system.
You choose a book, take a sentence
from it, and use it as a code key.
With the book and the
sentence you have the code.
Without that it takes years
to decipher all the names.
What is clear is the amount
that has been embezzled.
Billions!
The bonds of 15 million savers.
That's a lot of savings accounts.
- Are you going to tell Marcel?
- What? That he's ruined.
So this is where you're hiding.
- I'm not hiding.
- I'm just joking!
Ivan the Terrible!
By the way, I saw that your wife
is pregnant. Good. Remember,
you have responsibilities. I
have put money aside for my girls.
The eldest will get a hefty dowry.
Good, solid government bonds.
- Mr. Terrasson...
- Marcel. Yes, Marcel...
- Is something wrong?
- No, it's just...
Because my wife is
about to give birth and...
It's fine, take the afternoon off.
Go to your wife.
- Do you mind? We're working!
- Forgive me.
Ivan the Terrible, sure enough!
Have you seen this
thing? It's a podograph.
An American is trying to sell it to me.
- Cheers.
- Thanks.
He says that if you put this
on the big toe of a suspect,
you can see if he's lying.
Can you believe that?
The mind revealed through
the feet! Is it taking long?
Chromatic analysis takes
time. Inspector Terrasson!
- An urgent call for Bianchi.
- I'll take it. Thank you.
Inspector Terrasson, 1st
mobile brigade. Can I help you?
Miss, I am Inspector
Terrasson, 1st mobile brigade.
Where did that last phone call come from?
The prefecture? Are you sure?
The bastard! Pervipine?
Tine. Pervitin.
A painkiller. For injection.
Category F, like morphine.
Rare, expensive and
highly addictive. Nasty stuff!
- Only on prescription?
- Yes.
I'll check the central pharmacy.
They register all category F products.
This stays between us, okay?
- Not a word to anyone.
- Who do you take me for?
Hi, Achille! How is your
charming wife? Good, I hope.
Very good, sir.
The baby is expected
this week. Congratulations.
- You've been neglecting me lately.
- Not at all.
I'm at the opera all day. How
chic. While your colleagues
arrested Mr. Cagne for his staff.
Don't you know why? No idea
what they have against him?
No, I... They don't tell me
everything. But I'll find out.
If you'll excuse me,
my wife will be worried...
Let that bitch wait. Do you
think you'll get off that easily?
One word from me and
she'll give birth in isolation!
Just wait until my
boys are done with her!
I am the most powerful
civil servant in France.
And I will remain so.
Mess with me and I'll deport
your family. Do you understand?
- I follow you, sir.
- Good. What does Valentin have?
Think about your family.
See what can happen.
He has Cagne's ledger.
From where? I don't know.
- Who gave it to him?
- I don't know! - Who? - La!
La something.
Pujol's fling? What are
you going to do with her?
Young man, one day you'll
understand what public service means.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I've told you a hundred
times, the book isn't mine.
It's a trap.
I would like some water, please.
I want to speak to my lawyer.
Please. Please...
Answer me!
Let me speak with Piotr. The
prefect will get him released.
Tell him to hurry up. Cagne is a
dog, without the loyalty of that animal.
After the signing we must replace him.
They are going to release
Cagne. You must make him talk.
I don't believe it. My
friends can't leave me here.
Let's talk about your friends.
Can't you just write down
their names? Why use a code?
You are going to decipher this
and name everyone you've bribed.
It's your only way
out. I don't understand.
What don't you understand?
I'm talking about
embezzlement of Russian loans!
The Russians never see a kopeck.
A gold mine for your friends!
Imagine ten years in
prison, Casimir, without sun.
They go crazy for a
handsome boy like you.
We can't protect you
if you don't talk. Then
you'll pay for everyone.
You alone. You'll take
the fall. Think about it.
And hurry up.
Alright then. Too bad.
We know the whole scam wasn't your idea.
You only followed orders.
- You followed orders?
- Right?
Exactly. I only followed orders.
Together with every other bank in France.
Check Crdit Lyonnais. And in Russia...
Is Prince Bolkonski taking the money?
Give us the code.
- Give us the code.
- Enough!
You are free. Do you need a doctor?
Here is the release order.
My men will make sure
your things are brought back.
You are not allowed to touch these
papers. They are police evidence.
My men! Pujol...
Nice girlfriend.
La, right?
Sir...
Cagne has embezzled money
from the Russian loans. State bonds.
- Do you mean that?
- This is the proof.
The prefect is demanding it
any moment. Call our boss.
Nice office. Please... So you
found this book at Mr. Cagne's?
Yes, I have a witness. She
has withdrawn her statement.
What would happen if people
knew that the Tiger Brigade
used prostitutes to lure innocent men?
Miss Amlie?
Call the national police headquarters.
Chief Commissioner Hennion's office.
As you wish. As you wish.
Take it personally to
Hennion. Find Terrasson for me.
Very good, sir.
Thank you.
Someone's head must
roll. It must be Pujol's.
We can no longer accept his behavior.
Pujol acted on my orders.
Terrasson...
You replace Valentin. You
handle security at the opera.
One more mistake and
we'll all be out of a job.
The door!
I see no one.
Excuse me.
Sir, please...
I gave her a sedative. She
will need more. A lot more.
And her face?
Vitriol leaves a
permanent scar. I'm sorry.
No... thank you, but no.
Let it be. Stay with her until I come
back for her. Do you understand?
Don't make me insist.
The scum are getting calls
from the prefect's office itself!
That damned spy! He betrayed me.
I shared food and my whole soul with him!
If I get my hands on him, I'll
show him what loyalty means!
Calm down. Deal with it later.
You are now alone and the boss.
That must be a joke.
I'm not falling for it.
I know you. You won't let it go.
What can I do? They have won.
It makes me sick. Stop talking
nonsense and sleep on it.
Thank you, my friend.
Trust me.
Good evening, inspector.
I'm not an inspector anymore.
I heard about Cagne but not
about you. I'm sorry. Sorry?
For what? I lost. I'm the
one who should be sorry.
What are you going to do now?
I'm going to Hennion
and tell him everything.
Even about me? He's
the chief commissioner.
What I don't tell him,
he'll find out himself.
I can't allow you to report me. Not now.
A princess who loves anarchists...
That would bring down the Triple Entente.
They won't believe you.
What are you afraid of then?
Give me one last chance.
24 hours. I'll get Cagne's code.
Really? How? Bonnot
is dead. I'm finished.
Who do you still have left?
Shoot.
Go on.
I'm no longer of use to
you. One more dead man...
It's for the cause.
How does it feel?
Come on, tell me. It won't
change anything anyway.
Bonnot's Russian accomplice...
What do you know about him?
I never saw him. Bonnot hated
him. He said he was a fanatic.
Ask Raymond.
How are you going to make
Cagne talk? I'll tell him the truth.
My man wants him dead
and only I can protect him.
He will believe me.
- I am the prince's wife.
- What has your prince done
to make you hate him so much?
He made me believe in him.
His beautiful promises
and speeches about peace...
Until the day I opened my eyes,
when I realized what he truly was
and all the terrible things he had done.
I have dreamed of killing
him. Him and all his dogs.
I want the world to
know what they really are.
I want them to be judged for once too.
They will be there
tomorrow to sign their treaty.
And I have a front-row seat.
I'm not going to Hennion.
I'm not going.
You will get your chance.
Constance...
Easy.
He has gone to Cagne. You must stop him.
Stay there, I'll take care of Pujol.
I have to go.
Be careful. It's my job.
Nice place, isn't it?
What have you done, Pujol? Me?
What do you think? I was too
late. Do you want to see Cagne?
He is in his bedroom.
Good work. I couldn't have done better.
They broke his fingers one by one.
I bet he told everything.
Including the damn code.
The dog's head, the inverted
cross... The Russian's signature.
He is an admirer of Ivan
who punishes the boyars.
We must catch him. That's your problem.
I need to see Pelletier.
That can wait. I need you.
And if you have a moment,
go to La. She would like that.
Think about it: how are you
going to help her in prison?
Excuse me. Dr. Tanpisev, please.
You are the only Russian doctor
who ordered Pervitin last week.
I want all the names of
your patients. I can't do that.
You know... A doctor has
a duty of confidentiality.
This place looks like an anarchist den.
If I inform headquarters,
everyone here ends up in Siberia.
Look, don't force me...
His name is Piotr. A friend
asked me to help him.
So who is that lady?
Princess Bolkonski.
Who? Princess Bolkonski.
Blue suits you well.
You get more beautiful every day.
Where were you? Are
you interested in what I do?
Since when?
Since my friends were arrested
and my secrets were revealed.
Where were you? Where?
In bed.
With Chief Inspector Valentin.
A bit simple at the beginning,
but an incredible ending.
You've sunk deep, my
love. As low as you can go.
Come in!
Casimir Cagne is dead, Your
Highness. Murdered by an oprichnik.
Find that agent for me!
Do you mind? My cell has no window.
I want the Russian. The
last man of the gang.
He killed Casimir Cagne.
Now that's good news! I'm
pleased to meet you, inspector.
We have the same enemies, Raymond.
The prefect, the prince, Cagne's friends...
This is ridiculous, you
asking me for help.
Especially to betray a comrade.
Let me finish the job for Bonnot and you.
I will reveal the loans.
I have more chance
than your Russian friend.
Why would I trust you?
Because Constance is still free.
His name is Piotr.
Piotr Hernienko.
Where is he?
Alive!
What are you doing?
Replacing lamps. Light.
His Highness. Being visible.
- Marcel, I need to speak to you.
- I'll give you Marcel!
Traitor! Wait! Come on!
I followed a lead with
Bertillon. One of Bonnot's men
is here in the opera! You
want to talk? Then speak, scum!
The anarchist, the Russian...
He is friends with the princess.
- What?
- His name is Piotr.
He is addicted to Pervitin.
He could be here now.
Fire me tomorrow if I'm wrong.
They're signing without you.
Call Bertillon and ask him.
I didn't inform the prefect,
I swear! Terrasson, hurry!
Okay, continue.
But if you mess it up, you'll
get more than just a beating.
I told you! It's too late!
They're going to sign.
Trust Jaurs.
Once people know, the
treaty is worth nothing.
Ivan didn't settle for a simple scandal.
He was a madman and a tyrant.
Tyrant!
You want to save my people, but
can't even speak their language?
Ivan was ready to die for
his cause. I am too. And you?
Inspector Bianchi, mobile brigade.
Can't you wait? It's urgent,
madam... Your Highness.
- What happened to you?
- Nothing.
- Let's find the nurse.
- No, I need to talk to you.
It's about one of your
friends. I have many friends.
The one Dr. Tanpisev
prescribed Pervitin for. Piotr?
Your colleagues questioned him.
- What is he doing here?
- Use this.
Piotr is an electrician.
He helps with sets, does extra
work... Have you known him long?
A few months. Dr. Tanpisev
introduced us. That's right.
The tsarist police tortured
Piotr before he was deported.
I need to go to the signing of
the treaty. I've seen you before.
Here or at the embassy.
No, outside Bonnot's hideout.
Pull yourself together.
Pull yourself together.
It's just you and me now, Mr. Jaurs.
Two people who can
change the fate of Europe.
In any way we can.
A promise is a promise.
Take it, I beg you.
How did you get that?
You don't want to know.
How do you know I'm mad? asked Alice.
You must be, replied the Cat.
Otherwise you wouldn't be here.
That is my banker's favorite line.
The road to justice is long and winding.
Marcel... Quickly.
- Good grief!
- It's fine.
The prince will kill
Valentin. Where is Bianchi?
What does she see in you?
Ask her. After the opera, of course.
I'm afraid my wife sees
something good in everyone.
- But not in you.
- Are you so sure?
She knows what you are.
A salesman willing to
start a war for petty cash.
For forty years France and
Prussia have dreamed of war.
Neither I nor anyone
else can change that.
War is now inevitable,
but who will be the winner?
Believe it or not, your country needs me.
If Russia doesn't repay the
loan, what will France do?
Let us go bankrupt?
- Is that loan all hot air?
- You are ruined, old friend.
My savings... Someone will pay.
She gave you Cagne's book,
right? You lost. Who has the code?
Tomorrow you will be exposed.
Jaurs? Is the code for him?
If he doesn't keep
quiet, he will be silenced.
Will you silence Constance too?
Why? She is my wife. Don't
worry, she will forget you soon.
You will never be Ivan.
Even if the Entente is
formed, you will not use it.
You cannot stop history.
I will stop yours. Goodbye,
inspector. My wife is waiting.
Let him suffer before you kill him.
What a pity. Your beloved will miss this.
Don't worry, I have
arranged your immunity.
For my girl's dowry! And just for fun!
- All good?
- Yes.
How is the royal box lit?
- With light bulbs.
- Damn!
It's a trap. One switch and
everything explodes! Good grief!
Pujol! Find the main switch. Cut
the power. I'm going to Constance.
- And me?
- Evacuate everyone.
From the gloomy North,
the prince, shrouded in
storms and thick dark clouds,
descended and brought
destruction, thundering and shocking.
But from the painful cry a being arose
like a smoke shadow.
Constance! Constance!
Let go, the princess is in danger!
The light bulbs!
Stop right there!
Stop!
There's a bomb about to
explode! Everyone outside!
It's going off!
Constance... Can you
hear me? Try to breathe.
Can you hear me? Try to breathe.
Can you hear me? Try to breathe. Hold on.
Let him go.
The police are about to confirm
Bolkonski's accidental death.
You are guilty of incitement,
unlawful arrest, assault...
Arrest me and the Russian
loan case will go public.
We will see if it was an accident.
One more thing, sir. I know the code.
What are your conditions?
A full pension for Bianchi's widow.
Repayment of Terrasson's investment.
And his head.
- Are you joking?
- No.
It would be funny to
find a prefect's name here.
Are you not negotiating
with this prisoner?
What prisoner, sir? The
chief inspector is an officer
elected by President Poincar and myself
to expose this entire deception.
I think he has done well.
All this time you have...
What will it be, sir? Pension or prison?
I am very generous here.
Once suicide was the
only option. Sit down.
I want to speak to Mr. Jean
Jaurs. I am Chief Inspector Faivre.
Mr. Jaurs is busy. He
is rewriting his editorial.
He has time. Today's
edition will not be printed.
Those criminals are bringing shame to
France. Why shouldn't I publish their names?
I thought you were a pacifist,
sir. I don't quite follow...
I think linking your
name to these anarchists
could damage your political career.
And if I take that
risk? It seems worth it.
Alive you can continue your struggle.
Do not commit suicide in this way.
With compliments from
Jean Jaurs and Mr. Faivre.
Alice in Wonderland?
Page 54. The key sentence
is underlined. Thank you.
The police can now do
their work. A clean slate...
No scandals, no trials... as usual.
We need mobilization, not
uprising. The Triple Entente
must remain intact. And that is that.
How are you? Very well.
Do you need anything?
Paper, ink and a good pen.
End the isolation. You
will be secretly tried...
Convicted and executed, I know.
But they will hear me first.
No one will listen. No
newspaper will publish your name.
They will silence you, just
like Jaurs. Thanks to you.
Why are you here? To
see you. To talk to you.
I have been to a funeral before.
Not as big an event as your husband's.
A simple police funeral. An immigrant.
He leaves behind a woman and
a child who will never know him.
Sorry, I don't know
why I'm telling you that.
I'll get you out of here. I
have a false arrest warrant
to take you to headquarters
for interrogation.
We're going to the embassy.
You'll be safe there
on Russian territory.
You want to save me a second time.
No, thank you.
I'm staying here. Do you know
what they do in the courtyard?
They're building a guillotine.
- Do you want to end up there?
- That's better than a life of lies.
Will you help me? Go to Jaurs. Help him.
I can't. You don't want it.
It makes no sense. Why not?
You want to change the world?
Haven't you realized it's impossible yet?
They will execute you. Lay you
down and behead you! Why?
That simple officer... Achille...
I did it.
I stabbed him with scissors.
Piotr simply finished him off.
You see, the innocent woman
you want to help is a murderer.
I'd do it again if I had to.
I think this is for you.
Thank you. Guard.
In conclusion we believe
that Constance Bolkonski
must be tried for conspiracy
to overthrow the government,
conspiracy to incite civil war,
forgery in private accounts,
complicity in premeditated murder...
You have heard the charges. What
do you have in your defense to say?
I do not wish to defend myself.
I do not wish to be defended.
I fully support the social revolution.
I take full responsibility for
my actions. Full responsibility,
without any limitation.
What I demand of you,
my judges, is the truth.
If I live, I will never
stop fighting you.
I am done.
The Supreme Court
hereby finds you guilty
of all charges against you.
However, given your nationality and social
position you are granted a stay of execution.
You are handed over
to the Russian authorities
to do with you as they see fit.
- What do you want?
- My girlfriend is beautiful.
She greets you.
You lovebirds!
Time for a drink! A nice cold red wine.
Hurry up, or the fish will
go back! We're coming!
He wants a quick drink!
Marcel, not in front of the girls!
They have to learn
someday. Right, young man?
- Yes, of course.
- Do you want my daughter's hand?
It would be an honor.
You sly devil... That boy isn't so
bad. I need to speak with your mother.
Thank you, dear father!
Do you agree? We can
now call you grandpa!
You talk too, old pimp! You
still have to get married yourself.
Look who's there. The
mobile brigade in all its glory.
A toast? Where are you
going? Valentin, are you okay?
To Achille Bianchi, trainee inspector,
1st mobile brigade, killed in action.
That's for soldiers.
Who cares? To Achille!
- Fancy a swim?
- Absolutely.
The prefect of police was replaced
by former police chief Hennion.
Raymond Caillemin, alias Brains,
was guillotined in April 1913.
Jean Jaurs, member of parliament,
was murdered on 13 July 1914.
A week later France and
England declared war on Germany
thus beginning the First World War.
The Russian revolution meant
the loss of 12 billion francs in loans.
An admirer of Ivan the Terrible had
a film made about his hero in 1942.
This man was Josef Stalin
and he hated the film.
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a wave of bloody crimes.
The Minister of the Interior,
Georges Clemenceau, The Tiger,
creates the mobile brigades
to fight these new criminals.
1912. Across France they
are known by another name.
I am Chief Inspector
Faivre, your superior.
I am your father, mother,
judge and, if needed, executioner.
You belong to the 1st mobile
brigade. This is your big opportunity.
You are men of the brigade, with one
home, one task and one goal: state security.
We have the best equipment
and weapons. Not bad. The spirit,
the men and officers are
among the best in France.
You rely on intuition
and tips from informants.
Intuition is for animals.
Tips are for gamblers.
Your weapons are logic,
anthropometry, and fingerprints,
auto mechanics, automatic
weapons, good shoes and above all...
Next!
- ...a perfect ethical code.
Next!
- There are no closed cases here,
only solved cases! The men
of the brigade love success.
Failure does not belong here.
Next!
I pity thieves, pimps and anarchists
and other scum, because you hunt them down, catch
them and put them where they belong: in prison!
When you come home in
the evening, you may be proud.
If your son asks what you have done,
believe me, you wont have
to say: cleaning the cell.
For the brigade, the republic and France!
So? How was I? Wonderful.
THE TIGER BRIGADES
In an hour. On Rue Ordener.
Two guards in the front
of the van and one inside.
It is in the safe. A leather
register marked SGED.
Where is Piotr?
It will be fine.
Be careful, alright?
That is my job.
I help Russia, France and myself!
Sir has a pension plan?
How are you going to do that?
Youll have to take care of
yourself while I get 8% per year,
- from the state.
- From the boss.
Thats why youre sucking up to him.
I do good work. Thats
why the director likes me.
- Get out!
- No!
I want them to know what we took.
Stop!
Take what you want!
THE FIRST MOTORIZED ROBBERY
His hairline?
Hello. I am Achille Bianchi.
I am one of the new recruits.
I am in this team.
- Bianchi... where are you from?
- Milan.
- Ah, Spain...
I cant stand Italians.
- Your desk.
Thank you.
Do you clean at home?
- No...
Here you do it twice a week.
Three phones. Answer and take messages.
Unless its for me of
course. How were his eyes?
Creepy. Okay, but small, slanted or big?
I dont know. Small.
- Maybe also slanted.
- Small and slanted.
Were getting somewhere.
I think he wore glasses.
Glasses? What kind?
Listen, Bianchi, youve
got skilled fingers.
So we thought you could type reports.
That way you stay informed.
Imagine him without glasses.
Start with mine to warm up.
His mouth... lips...
mustache? Small? Thin?
Yes
- Thin?
- Yes.
Yes, thats him. What an artist!
- Unrivaled.
- Right.
Raymond Caillemin, aka Brains.
Born in Brussels, wanted
for armed robbery.
- Hi, darling.
- How do you know that?
Everyone knows it. The
police are ahead of us.
Brains arrested!
Everything in the Excelsior!
An accomplice
arrested! Bonnot still free!
Its pointless without Raymond.
We ask the owner for the code.
Casimir Cagne? You cant get near him.
What do you suggest?
Europe versus Russian expansion
We ask for help. Jaurs?
I dont trust politicians.
He is a journalist and my friend.
Its the scandal of the
century. We need the press.
What if he cant decode it?
- We let Cagne talk.
- Why wait?
The agents are closing
in. I have no time left.
You must continue alone.
Dont say that. Do you hear me?
We will always be together.
I have a tip about Bonnot.
Bianchi?
- Yes? Do you mind?
I need to go to the toilet. Exactly.
Excuse me.
Its on the left. Dont get lost.
Say it. A locksmith in
Ivry. He rents a room
And he lets anarchists
stay there for free.
Not much to go on.
Wait. He kicked out
his tenants for one man.
Left behind by a De Dion-Bouton.
Didn't they use one in the
robbery on Rue Ordener? So...
When will you hire me?
That would be nice. We'll see.
Fill out a form and leave a moustache.
Alright, enough. Get to work. Out.
You're going, right?
- What's his name?
- Gauzy.
His lair is the Volkshal.
Will you come by later?
Maybe, maybe not. Go on.
- Shall we go?
- No. You take the lady home.
Then go cheer up the man who got shot.
- I'm going with the rookie.
- The dago? I'm from Milan.
Great. Grab your weapon.
Where are we going?
Didn't hear that?
A tip? Is it Bonnot?
Sure. Come on.
That young lady... Is she
a friend of yours? La?
She's an acquaintance of Pujol.
Are they engaged? Yes.
He must be devastated.
I don't think so.
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
La had a tip about Bonnot.
Probably nothing, but you never
know. Let the Paris police handle it.
There are other matters.
No, I have questions the
prefecture can't answer.
What questions?
Four individuals rob a van like
professionals, but leave the money.
Nothing was stolen, but
there's a huge reward on it.
And the prefect sends
8,000 men to beat us to it.
Doesn't that seem a bit excessive?
Take the back door!
- Paris police! A room?
I have no rooms. You are misinformed.
And upstairs? Upstairs?
Up there only the attic.
There's someone up there.
It must be rats.
Let me go!
Anarchists are not thieves.
They are calm, sober,
- they don't hit women.
- Wouldn't you guillotine Bonnot?
I'm not a big fan of the guillotine.
Worse men than him have been beheaded.
Have you seen his file? A former worker,
a mechanic, a marksman, a driver...
Two years in the army,
a medal for bravery...
He's got guts...
Bonnot.
Get down!
Go to Gauzy! I'll get him!
Forgive me.
Out of the way!
Out of the way!
Shit!
I couldn't do anything, it
happened too fast. Sure.
We'll get them out.
No, you're getting out.
The area is cordoned off,
sir. Shall I organize a search?
No, leave it. They don't
need us. Get the gear.
We'll start by taking fingerprints.
Look, Marcel, a photo of
Mr. Casimir Cagne. Photogenic.
You could say that.
A cup of chicory, gentlemen?
- Not for me.
- I'll have one.
I love chicory.
You were lucky.
- You're in shape.
- Listen, Ernest,
I don't get it. Why you and why that day?
Why is your van so special?
No idea. They're anarchists,
against society, Mr. Cagne said...
Ernest, calm down. Relax.
This is off the record.
We're just talking and drinking
chicory. This makes it a bit livelier.
- Here.
- Thanks. It happened
on a Thursday morning, right?
Is the Thursday run special?
No. That morning I
left from headquarters.
Mr. Cagne sometimes has me run errands.
What kind of assignments?
He has a safe at the
branch on Rue Ordener.
He has me bring documents
there. What documents?
A ledger, leather-bound
and all-inclusive.
Thank you.
I don't know what's in it.
- It's not important anyway.
- Thank you, get some rest.
- Bravo.
- Is that all?
- You were perfect.
- Really perfect.
Wait, there's something else.
It may sound stupid, but that guy, that
bastard who shot me, said something...
Bistro! Bistro?
Maybe he was thirsty.
That must be it. So
you let Bonnot escape?
You'll have to work extra
hard to make up for it.
- Had a fight?
- You shouldn't be so cheeky.
Maybe your La spoke to someone else.
The Paris police were already there.
Anything to say? Yes,
the Paris police were there.
- Is that all you have to say?
- Yes. Then say it.
- The Paris police were there.
- Is that all?
Is that all you have to say?
- I asked if that was all.
- Yes. Then say it.
Go on. I told you to
say it. Say it again, I said!
Please, Pujol. You know La
would never do that to me. Alright.
- How did the house visit go?
- Weve got something.
The new man in the
gang shot Caby. Okay, so?
Caby heard him say
something like 'bistro'.
Maybe it means something.
Well ask him as soon as we
catch him. But thats not all.
Bonnot stole a ledger
from Cagne, the SGED boss.
The man who offered a
hundred thousand for his arrest.
Maybe we should ask
Mr. Cagne a few questions.
Hes noble. I need the bosss approval.
- Is it serious?
- No. I removed the bullet.
He needs care but I... I
cant keep him here. Sorry.
Garnier is coming to pick you
up. Hes found a new hideout.
Cagne... The code... I can...
We will succeed, I promise.
We will succeed. We will succeed.
Im going to Jean Jaurs.
Terrasson vs Jacquemin,
the fight of the century.
- 30, stopped by the referee.
- 30, referee.
- Noted.
- 65 for Terrasson, on points.
65, on points. And you?
The rules forbid gambling.
Rules? Are there rules?
Bet on Jacquemin, from the
prefecture. Hes a decent guy.
Perfectly timed. Come here.
You call, I come right away.
- Have you seen my new dress?
- Enchanting.
A gift from the prefect?
In exchange for your tip?
- I didnt say anything.
- Did they find Bonnot by chance?
It wasnt me, I swear. A whores promise?
So? I thought thats
what you liked about me.
- My talents...
- Very classy. I trust you.
Dont ruin it, beauty.
Place your bets, gentlemen.
Terrasson vs Jacquemin.
Hey boy, focus.
Ready? Are you sure?
Youre an athlete, not a beast!
- Not afraid of getting hit?
- No.
- Ill show you a transition.
- No problem.
Chief inspector Valentin.
I should have bet more.
Or saved your money.
A new dress if he wins.
Back to your corners.
I spoke with the boss. And?
He has an important mission
for you. On top of Bonnot?
The Paris police can deal
with Bonnot. I dont believe it!
Finish him, dad.
Prince Bolkonski, the tsars
nephew, arrives tomorrow.
- He will sign...
- I know.
An alliance between
Paris, Moscow and London.
I read the newspapers. It
will be signed at an event
that a smart boy like
you will have heard of.
- The opera Ivan the Terrible?
- Exactly.
Sorry, but does this really concern us?
The chief commissioner
has decided it does.
You work for state security
and you would do well to remember that.
You oversee security at the opera.
You receive the prince
tomorrow. I hope you have a suit.
You dine at the embassy. And you dont?
The boss is doing you
a favor. Casimir Cagne
is one of the main patrons
of the opera. He will be there.
Thank you.
I promised you would behave.
Dont disappoint me. Be diplomatic.
Sure.
Marcel! Dad!
Three... Four... Five...
Six... Seven...
Eight... Nine...
Ten. Out! Jacquemin
of the Paris police wins!
And my dress?
Be careful with the
fingers. Try a lighter touch.
Good morning.
What is this sheet?
- The latest report.
- It goes in the report.
- Okay.
- It belongs to it.
- Its not numbered? - No.
- On purpose? - Yes.
Do it on purpose. Okay.
Russian bonds? Are you
preparing for retirement?
I invest, help Russia, France and myself.
Good idea. No more fights.
Youre destroying us all.
Shut up, idiot! I dont
know what happened.
Its a blank page. Maybe age.
You want to invest, sir. Look at this.
Are you selling them?
An agent friend made them.
Handcuffs. He says well
all be using them soon.
They fit wrists. Automatic.
The lock has a key.
Very handy.
Yes, fast and simple.
Do you attach this
end to something solid?
Like here, for example.
Then you close it.
Ill release you when youre
done. Not badly designed.
Pujol, what a sly fox you
are. Terrasson, what a hit!
Terrasson, Bianchi, go to headquarters.
I want the files from
the Russian embassy,
plus all information about the
opera, the prince and the ambassador.
Hurry up. Yes, but...
Hes busy with his new invention.
- What is this?
- Handcuffs.
- Handcuffs.
- Handcuffs.
My wife gave it to me!
- Your wife gave it to you?
- A useful gift.
There. Child's play. Well see
each other tonight at the embassy.
Your buddy's invention
is complete nonsense.
The lock still needs improvement,
but I think it's a good idea.
- It's easy to use.
- Handcuffs...
Traitors! Murderers!
Keep your eyes open!
Watch the signs.
You may pass.
- Go on.
- Hold the line! Fall back!
Back! I said back!
Achille, don't exaggerate.
- They're still pushing.
- Easy.
No one can have been left
behind in Moscow. Good evening.
Do you understand? Break
through with the package.
Go ahead, I'll be right there.
Death to the tsar!
Long live Lenin!
Keep them under control.
Keep them under control.
Your Highness, welcome to Paris.
Chief Inspector
Valentin, head of security.
Marcel! If you please...
If you please... This way.
It's a bomb!
What the hell?
Don't touch anything.
Get Bertillon.
Clear the area!
Find out who did this.
My apologies for this small
incident. Welcome to Russia.
Bianchi! Stop him!
Seal it off and re-establish the line.
What does the dog's head
mean? How should I know?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome
my friends President
Poincar, Sir Lewis Hollingworth
and Casimir Cagne,
sponsors of Ivan the Terrible.
Inspector Valentin.
This opera marks the
beginning of a new era,
a future we will build together.
On May 12 this year we
will gather to make reality
of the deep friendship that connects
Russia, Great Britain and France
by signing a historic
agreement, the Triple Entente.
A treaty that will make the French rich
through our new state loan.
Well done, mate.
You're too hospitable.
London and Paris
harbor the scum of Europe
and of my country.
The tsar has his own way
of dealing with opponents.
The scum terrorize honest
citizens in the name of freedom.
That's all.
- They are brave,
they risk their lives for a symbol.
Madam... Your Highness!
These terrorists. How can you...
What symbol?
Dogs play a role in the
myths around Ivan. He...
Thank you, my dear.
Russian folklore interests
the inspector.
Why not? The masses
are apparently fascinated.
Those people are hungry.
They are far from home. They
cling to what they still have:
their beliefs. They dream
of a liberator, a new Ivan.
But I am here, my dear!
My wife is so fond of protest.
She introduced me
to an agitator... Jaurs?
Ridiculous, like his rag.
He should be silenced for good, I say.
He is a remarkable man.
We are honored to have him at the opera.
Music will not temper his
articles. The press is free.
That is democracy, isn't it?
Inspector,
it was a pleasure.
Mr. President, gentlemen,
please follow me. Madam...
Mr. Cagne, what did Bonnot
and his men steal from you?
Pardon?
100 thousand is a lot for a
notebook. What was in it?
You're crazy. I will report this
to your superiors. Of course...
Making new friends, Inspector?
You seem to like him as well.
My husband's secretary
must go over the opera details.
The protocol for His Highness on May 12.
What did you say?
- I asked him to leave us.
- No, the last word.
Bistra. Hurry. Why?
No reason. I am
interested in Russian history,
dog heads, opera...
- Personal interest?
- Partly.
May I ask you something?
I will not stop you.
How long have you been married?
Five years. Barely three if
you count the time together.
We travel. I direct the opera.
Really?
- Does that surprise you?
- A little.
I'm sorry. And your husband?
He is working on his project. We are
trying to help the Russians in Europe.
Someone forgot to tell them.
Inspector, it is not your job to
like my husband, but to protect him.
I do my job. You may
keep your grand ideals.
Don't you feel concerned?
I am a civil servant, not a politician.
Sir, your men need you.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Sorry I messed it up.
It's total chaos here.
Bonnot is in Choisy-le-Roi.
Marcel, take over with
Achille. Stay with the prince.
Especially after tonight's events.
That old grumbler is in the way...
- Are we staying here?
- What else? He's the boss.
Great atmosphere! Are
you preparing to invade
Alsace and Lorraine?
- We're on Bonnot's trail.
- Good idea.
You know that already, since
you honor us with your presence.
- Why are you here?
- Mr. Prefect,
Paris doesn't reach
Choisy. This is my territory.
That will be decided higher up.
The press will be here in an hour.
Do you want a turf war
right in front of them?
A joint operation would look better.
Under your supervision, of course.
Give him three men and
a sector to keep him quiet.
A joint operation. I
choose my sector. Pardon.
What is this new whim?
Tell me, a driver,
what is he for? Cars.
- And mechanics?
- Garages. Pardon, sir.
Gilbert!
Let's go!
Pujol! Are you hit? I'm
fine. Drag him along!
Behind the wall!
Stop here, this is good. Don't
do anything stupid. Just follow me.
What is this?
What do you think? The
royals wanted to see the show.
I couldn't arrest them!
- The show?
- What show?
Magnificent!
Go! Shoot that little bastard!
- Jules!
- Hold fire!
- Hold fire, damn it!
- Stop firing! Jules!
Are you a martyr?
You'll die like a rat, Bonnot!
Come out then! Now!
This is your last chance!
Marcel! Get dynamite!
Take two men and get that
cart. Are you covering us?
Help me! Help me push that
cart! Do you have dynamite?
Then go get it! Push and see where we go!
I am a famous man. My name
is known all over the world.
And my fame must fill
everyone with jealousy
all those who try so hard to stand out.
I didn't want much, only to walk with
her along the Rhne in the moonlight.
I have always dreamed of such happiness,
which is taken from me again and again.
Fire at anything that moves!
I have the right to survive.
Because your foolish and criminal
society prevents that, too bad for them.
Too bad for you.
Achille!
Don't move. Stay there!
Hey, kid!
Wake up! Are you okay?
Come to your senses. Stay here.
Valentin? It's me.
I'm coming in.
I only wanted to walk with her.
Pull yourself together.
If you break down now,
Bonnot will have died for nothing.
I can take care of Cagne. Do
that and Jaurs will find out.
He will know how I got the
code and refuse to publish.
So? We must act now.
I've had enough of your conspiracies.
My husband has been on
guard since the embassy.
I want him to be afraid.
Check identities. Search the place.
May I have a minute, Your Highness?
Another time. I'm busy.
Start again at 18:00.
Hey kid, look. It's about
us. What a terrible affair.
Mr. Terrasson, I wanted to thank you.
Kid, you're now part of the family,
with a mustache like the other boys.
Good grief! Hey, Bianchi.
I'm Marcel.
- All right, Mr. Marcel.
- We found a dead Russian
at the embassy yesterday morning.
He was strangled.
I thought the safety of your
husband was important...
Continue without me.
A dog's head in paper, does that have
anything to do with the legend of Ivan?
Ivan used dog's heads to
intimidate the boyars, the nobles.
Just before his coronation
he sent everyone a dog's head.
What was the message?
That they were just dogs and
that their heads would be next.
And that man is your national hero?
Ivan was cruel because
he lived in cruel times.
And Louis XIV or Napoleon?
They had too much power.
- So you're a democrat.
- Exactly.
Imagine what Russia
looked like back then.
The people had nothing
and the boyars had everything.
Ivan changed all that.
He began by breaking up the boyars' land.
He assembled an army and
united Russia for the first time.
Twenty years of peace.
Previously unheard of.
And the boyars? He had them burned alive.
He was crowned in the flames
and became Ivan the Terrible,
The Terrible or the Great. In
Russian it is the same word.
The men in black are his
accomplices: the oprichnina.
The reserve in Russian.
What do they do?
The same as you: guarding state security.
Ivan becomes a living god.
And the people a vague memory.
He sees betrayal everywhere.
The slightest suspicion
means prison or death.
History repeats itself.
The Russians I saw on
the street are just as poor.
And men like Cagne or your husband,
the new boyars use the
opera to sell alliances.
My husband is not a salesman, inspector.
He works for future peace.
Like Ivan?
You were a good pack leader
when they slaughtered Bonnot.
How did that feel?
I was just doing my job.
Nothing more? I did not
invite you to the performance.
Bonnot is dead, the case
is closed, everyone is happy.
It is just business as usual again.
Only the owner can decipher it.
I will not publish anything.
You know what is in it.
Because you told me. I have no proof.
People died to give you
this. And you are not using it?
That is the problem.
With someone else I would
have gone to the police.
An anarchist with a weapon is a criminal.
But a man can steal
billions behind his desk!
Your methods disturb me, Constance.
You are descending to their
level. You are lecturing me?
Go to Russia, Mr. Jaurs.
Go see those who are
tortured for speaking too much.
Tell them that violence
is not the answer.
That they must endure it
but never use it themselves.
I have devoted my life to
fighting men like Cagne!
And I will continue, with or without you.
You can hide behind your principles.
But in reality you are afraid.
For your precious newspaper
and your seat in parliament.
I am sorry that you react this way.
What if Cagne is arrested?
And confesses to the police?
Our newspaper would do its job.
The hideout of the anarchist Bonnot
You are doing good work,
inspector. What do you want?
Who do you think buried
the Bonnot case? The prefect.
For his own interest? No.
For one of your friends.
Casimir Cagne?
If you could bring him
down, how far would you go?
As far as the law allows.
What a pity. Suppose I
might go a bit further...
Do you know what this is?
A ledger. Bonnot stole it from Cagne.
And he gave it to you?
Jules Bonnot was my lover.
We found fingerprints next to Bonnots.
On a bed frame. Do you realize
the risk you are taking? Theft,
criminal conspiracy,
threat to national security...
Should I cover you?
Just arrest the owner of this book
and let him confess what is in it.
Like what?
Embezzlement of Russian bonds
by politicians and businessmen.
Including your husband?
He is their leader.
I do not understand this.
I thought you wanted to help the prince.
The Triple Entente, Ivans
opera, peace... is that all an act?
You are destroying a system from within.
It is an agreement between swindlers
to buy Russian blood with French money.
That is what the loans
are for, nothing else.
Arrest me if you want.
Then you can return the book
to Cagne. He will thank you.
I cannot prove it is his.
Are you not a police officer?
Without evidence, what do you do?
The princes wife? If we
tell anyone, she is dead.
What do we do with this
book? Give it back to the owner.
I have a very bad feeling about
this. Then arrange the opera.
- Why me?
- Because I adore you.
Happy, naughty boy?
Casimir Cagne, come
with us. Is this a joke?
Article 416 of the penal code,
section C... embezzlement.
This is a valid order from
the prosecutor of Versailles
that allows me to
seize all your property.
You would not dare.
Please leave the premises.
It gives me the right to
take you in for questioning.
Miss Amlie, this office is yours.
Let us proceed systematically
and methodically. Clear the office.
You will regret this, believe
me. Miss, are you sure that this
is the same notebook? I
want a very precise answer.
Yes, that is where he keeps his accounts.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
Has he admitted to embezzling money?
As I said, he was showing off with it.
Counting his money
there was better than...
- She is in shock.
- And that pig did not want to pay.
That is not proper. Will
you testify under oath?
Of course! I want to
serve justice. Gentlemen...
Let us go.
Oh my god... How long
are you holding him?
The judge has had half
the government called!
Write down their names.
You are joking. Not at
all. Hide tonight at Marthe.
Yes. - Do what I say.
Pujol...
- Sir?
- Your witness can't be like that...
That...?
Oh my God!
It's a classic code system.
You choose a book, take a sentence
from it, and use it as a code key.
With the book and the
sentence you have the code.
Without that it takes years
to decipher all the names.
What is clear is the amount
that has been embezzled.
Billions!
The bonds of 15 million savers.
That's a lot of savings accounts.
- Are you going to tell Marcel?
- What? That he's ruined.
So this is where you're hiding.
- I'm not hiding.
- I'm just joking!
Ivan the Terrible!
By the way, I saw that your wife
is pregnant. Good. Remember,
you have responsibilities. I
have put money aside for my girls.
The eldest will get a hefty dowry.
Good, solid government bonds.
- Mr. Terrasson...
- Marcel. Yes, Marcel...
- Is something wrong?
- No, it's just...
Because my wife is
about to give birth and...
It's fine, take the afternoon off.
Go to your wife.
- Do you mind? We're working!
- Forgive me.
Ivan the Terrible, sure enough!
Have you seen this
thing? It's a podograph.
An American is trying to sell it to me.
- Cheers.
- Thanks.
He says that if you put this
on the big toe of a suspect,
you can see if he's lying.
Can you believe that?
The mind revealed through
the feet! Is it taking long?
Chromatic analysis takes
time. Inspector Terrasson!
- An urgent call for Bianchi.
- I'll take it. Thank you.
Inspector Terrasson, 1st
mobile brigade. Can I help you?
Miss, I am Inspector
Terrasson, 1st mobile brigade.
Where did that last phone call come from?
The prefecture? Are you sure?
The bastard! Pervipine?
Tine. Pervitin.
A painkiller. For injection.
Category F, like morphine.
Rare, expensive and
highly addictive. Nasty stuff!
- Only on prescription?
- Yes.
I'll check the central pharmacy.
They register all category F products.
This stays between us, okay?
- Not a word to anyone.
- Who do you take me for?
Hi, Achille! How is your
charming wife? Good, I hope.
Very good, sir.
The baby is expected
this week. Congratulations.
- You've been neglecting me lately.
- Not at all.
I'm at the opera all day. How
chic. While your colleagues
arrested Mr. Cagne for his staff.
Don't you know why? No idea
what they have against him?
No, I... They don't tell me
everything. But I'll find out.
If you'll excuse me,
my wife will be worried...
Let that bitch wait. Do you
think you'll get off that easily?
One word from me and
she'll give birth in isolation!
Just wait until my
boys are done with her!
I am the most powerful
civil servant in France.
And I will remain so.
Mess with me and I'll deport
your family. Do you understand?
- I follow you, sir.
- Good. What does Valentin have?
Think about your family.
See what can happen.
He has Cagne's ledger.
From where? I don't know.
- Who gave it to him?
- I don't know! - Who? - La!
La something.
Pujol's fling? What are
you going to do with her?
Young man, one day you'll
understand what public service means.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I've told you a hundred
times, the book isn't mine.
It's a trap.
I would like some water, please.
I want to speak to my lawyer.
Please. Please...
Answer me!
Let me speak with Piotr. The
prefect will get him released.
Tell him to hurry up. Cagne is a
dog, without the loyalty of that animal.
After the signing we must replace him.
They are going to release
Cagne. You must make him talk.
I don't believe it. My
friends can't leave me here.
Let's talk about your friends.
Can't you just write down
their names? Why use a code?
You are going to decipher this
and name everyone you've bribed.
It's your only way
out. I don't understand.
What don't you understand?
I'm talking about
embezzlement of Russian loans!
The Russians never see a kopeck.
A gold mine for your friends!
Imagine ten years in
prison, Casimir, without sun.
They go crazy for a
handsome boy like you.
We can't protect you
if you don't talk. Then
you'll pay for everyone.
You alone. You'll take
the fall. Think about it.
And hurry up.
Alright then. Too bad.
We know the whole scam wasn't your idea.
You only followed orders.
- You followed orders?
- Right?
Exactly. I only followed orders.
Together with every other bank in France.
Check Crdit Lyonnais. And in Russia...
Is Prince Bolkonski taking the money?
Give us the code.
- Give us the code.
- Enough!
You are free. Do you need a doctor?
Here is the release order.
My men will make sure
your things are brought back.
You are not allowed to touch these
papers. They are police evidence.
My men! Pujol...
Nice girlfriend.
La, right?
Sir...
Cagne has embezzled money
from the Russian loans. State bonds.
- Do you mean that?
- This is the proof.
The prefect is demanding it
any moment. Call our boss.
Nice office. Please... So you
found this book at Mr. Cagne's?
Yes, I have a witness. She
has withdrawn her statement.
What would happen if people
knew that the Tiger Brigade
used prostitutes to lure innocent men?
Miss Amlie?
Call the national police headquarters.
Chief Commissioner Hennion's office.
As you wish. As you wish.
Take it personally to
Hennion. Find Terrasson for me.
Very good, sir.
Thank you.
Someone's head must
roll. It must be Pujol's.
We can no longer accept his behavior.
Pujol acted on my orders.
Terrasson...
You replace Valentin. You
handle security at the opera.
One more mistake and
we'll all be out of a job.
The door!
I see no one.
Excuse me.
Sir, please...
I gave her a sedative. She
will need more. A lot more.
And her face?
Vitriol leaves a
permanent scar. I'm sorry.
No... thank you, but no.
Let it be. Stay with her until I come
back for her. Do you understand?
Don't make me insist.
The scum are getting calls
from the prefect's office itself!
That damned spy! He betrayed me.
I shared food and my whole soul with him!
If I get my hands on him, I'll
show him what loyalty means!
Calm down. Deal with it later.
You are now alone and the boss.
That must be a joke.
I'm not falling for it.
I know you. You won't let it go.
What can I do? They have won.
It makes me sick. Stop talking
nonsense and sleep on it.
Thank you, my friend.
Trust me.
Good evening, inspector.
I'm not an inspector anymore.
I heard about Cagne but not
about you. I'm sorry. Sorry?
For what? I lost. I'm the
one who should be sorry.
What are you going to do now?
I'm going to Hennion
and tell him everything.
Even about me? He's
the chief commissioner.
What I don't tell him,
he'll find out himself.
I can't allow you to report me. Not now.
A princess who loves anarchists...
That would bring down the Triple Entente.
They won't believe you.
What are you afraid of then?
Give me one last chance.
24 hours. I'll get Cagne's code.
Really? How? Bonnot
is dead. I'm finished.
Who do you still have left?
Shoot.
Go on.
I'm no longer of use to
you. One more dead man...
It's for the cause.
How does it feel?
Come on, tell me. It won't
change anything anyway.
Bonnot's Russian accomplice...
What do you know about him?
I never saw him. Bonnot hated
him. He said he was a fanatic.
Ask Raymond.
How are you going to make
Cagne talk? I'll tell him the truth.
My man wants him dead
and only I can protect him.
He will believe me.
- I am the prince's wife.
- What has your prince done
to make you hate him so much?
He made me believe in him.
His beautiful promises
and speeches about peace...
Until the day I opened my eyes,
when I realized what he truly was
and all the terrible things he had done.
I have dreamed of killing
him. Him and all his dogs.
I want the world to
know what they really are.
I want them to be judged for once too.
They will be there
tomorrow to sign their treaty.
And I have a front-row seat.
I'm not going to Hennion.
I'm not going.
You will get your chance.
Constance...
Easy.
He has gone to Cagne. You must stop him.
Stay there, I'll take care of Pujol.
I have to go.
Be careful. It's my job.
Nice place, isn't it?
What have you done, Pujol? Me?
What do you think? I was too
late. Do you want to see Cagne?
He is in his bedroom.
Good work. I couldn't have done better.
They broke his fingers one by one.
I bet he told everything.
Including the damn code.
The dog's head, the inverted
cross... The Russian's signature.
He is an admirer of Ivan
who punishes the boyars.
We must catch him. That's your problem.
I need to see Pelletier.
That can wait. I need you.
And if you have a moment,
go to La. She would like that.
Think about it: how are you
going to help her in prison?
Excuse me. Dr. Tanpisev, please.
You are the only Russian doctor
who ordered Pervitin last week.
I want all the names of
your patients. I can't do that.
You know... A doctor has
a duty of confidentiality.
This place looks like an anarchist den.
If I inform headquarters,
everyone here ends up in Siberia.
Look, don't force me...
His name is Piotr. A friend
asked me to help him.
So who is that lady?
Princess Bolkonski.
Who? Princess Bolkonski.
Blue suits you well.
You get more beautiful every day.
Where were you? Are
you interested in what I do?
Since when?
Since my friends were arrested
and my secrets were revealed.
Where were you? Where?
In bed.
With Chief Inspector Valentin.
A bit simple at the beginning,
but an incredible ending.
You've sunk deep, my
love. As low as you can go.
Come in!
Casimir Cagne is dead, Your
Highness. Murdered by an oprichnik.
Find that agent for me!
Do you mind? My cell has no window.
I want the Russian. The
last man of the gang.
He killed Casimir Cagne.
Now that's good news! I'm
pleased to meet you, inspector.
We have the same enemies, Raymond.
The prefect, the prince, Cagne's friends...
This is ridiculous, you
asking me for help.
Especially to betray a comrade.
Let me finish the job for Bonnot and you.
I will reveal the loans.
I have more chance
than your Russian friend.
Why would I trust you?
Because Constance is still free.
His name is Piotr.
Piotr Hernienko.
Where is he?
Alive!
What are you doing?
Replacing lamps. Light.
His Highness. Being visible.
- Marcel, I need to speak to you.
- I'll give you Marcel!
Traitor! Wait! Come on!
I followed a lead with
Bertillon. One of Bonnot's men
is here in the opera! You
want to talk? Then speak, scum!
The anarchist, the Russian...
He is friends with the princess.
- What?
- His name is Piotr.
He is addicted to Pervitin.
He could be here now.
Fire me tomorrow if I'm wrong.
They're signing without you.
Call Bertillon and ask him.
I didn't inform the prefect,
I swear! Terrasson, hurry!
Okay, continue.
But if you mess it up, you'll
get more than just a beating.
I told you! It's too late!
They're going to sign.
Trust Jaurs.
Once people know, the
treaty is worth nothing.
Ivan didn't settle for a simple scandal.
He was a madman and a tyrant.
Tyrant!
You want to save my people, but
can't even speak their language?
Ivan was ready to die for
his cause. I am too. And you?
Inspector Bianchi, mobile brigade.
Can't you wait? It's urgent,
madam... Your Highness.
- What happened to you?
- Nothing.
- Let's find the nurse.
- No, I need to talk to you.
It's about one of your
friends. I have many friends.
The one Dr. Tanpisev
prescribed Pervitin for. Piotr?
Your colleagues questioned him.
- What is he doing here?
- Use this.
Piotr is an electrician.
He helps with sets, does extra
work... Have you known him long?
A few months. Dr. Tanpisev
introduced us. That's right.
The tsarist police tortured
Piotr before he was deported.
I need to go to the signing of
the treaty. I've seen you before.
Here or at the embassy.
No, outside Bonnot's hideout.
Pull yourself together.
Pull yourself together.
It's just you and me now, Mr. Jaurs.
Two people who can
change the fate of Europe.
In any way we can.
A promise is a promise.
Take it, I beg you.
How did you get that?
You don't want to know.
How do you know I'm mad? asked Alice.
You must be, replied the Cat.
Otherwise you wouldn't be here.
That is my banker's favorite line.
The road to justice is long and winding.
Marcel... Quickly.
- Good grief!
- It's fine.
The prince will kill
Valentin. Where is Bianchi?
What does she see in you?
Ask her. After the opera, of course.
I'm afraid my wife sees
something good in everyone.
- But not in you.
- Are you so sure?
She knows what you are.
A salesman willing to
start a war for petty cash.
For forty years France and
Prussia have dreamed of war.
Neither I nor anyone
else can change that.
War is now inevitable,
but who will be the winner?
Believe it or not, your country needs me.
If Russia doesn't repay the
loan, what will France do?
Let us go bankrupt?
- Is that loan all hot air?
- You are ruined, old friend.
My savings... Someone will pay.
She gave you Cagne's book,
right? You lost. Who has the code?
Tomorrow you will be exposed.
Jaurs? Is the code for him?
If he doesn't keep
quiet, he will be silenced.
Will you silence Constance too?
Why? She is my wife. Don't
worry, she will forget you soon.
You will never be Ivan.
Even if the Entente is
formed, you will not use it.
You cannot stop history.
I will stop yours. Goodbye,
inspector. My wife is waiting.
Let him suffer before you kill him.
What a pity. Your beloved will miss this.
Don't worry, I have
arranged your immunity.
For my girl's dowry! And just for fun!
- All good?
- Yes.
How is the royal box lit?
- With light bulbs.
- Damn!
It's a trap. One switch and
everything explodes! Good grief!
Pujol! Find the main switch. Cut
the power. I'm going to Constance.
- And me?
- Evacuate everyone.
From the gloomy North,
the prince, shrouded in
storms and thick dark clouds,
descended and brought
destruction, thundering and shocking.
But from the painful cry a being arose
like a smoke shadow.
Constance! Constance!
Let go, the princess is in danger!
The light bulbs!
Stop right there!
Stop!
There's a bomb about to
explode! Everyone outside!
It's going off!
Constance... Can you
hear me? Try to breathe.
Can you hear me? Try to breathe.
Can you hear me? Try to breathe. Hold on.
Let him go.
The police are about to confirm
Bolkonski's accidental death.
You are guilty of incitement,
unlawful arrest, assault...
Arrest me and the Russian
loan case will go public.
We will see if it was an accident.
One more thing, sir. I know the code.
What are your conditions?
A full pension for Bianchi's widow.
Repayment of Terrasson's investment.
And his head.
- Are you joking?
- No.
It would be funny to
find a prefect's name here.
Are you not negotiating
with this prisoner?
What prisoner, sir? The
chief inspector is an officer
elected by President Poincar and myself
to expose this entire deception.
I think he has done well.
All this time you have...
What will it be, sir? Pension or prison?
I am very generous here.
Once suicide was the
only option. Sit down.
I want to speak to Mr. Jean
Jaurs. I am Chief Inspector Faivre.
Mr. Jaurs is busy. He
is rewriting his editorial.
He has time. Today's
edition will not be printed.
Those criminals are bringing shame to
France. Why shouldn't I publish their names?
I thought you were a pacifist,
sir. I don't quite follow...
I think linking your
name to these anarchists
could damage your political career.
And if I take that
risk? It seems worth it.
Alive you can continue your struggle.
Do not commit suicide in this way.
With compliments from
Jean Jaurs and Mr. Faivre.
Alice in Wonderland?
Page 54. The key sentence
is underlined. Thank you.
The police can now do
their work. A clean slate...
No scandals, no trials... as usual.
We need mobilization, not
uprising. The Triple Entente
must remain intact. And that is that.
How are you? Very well.
Do you need anything?
Paper, ink and a good pen.
End the isolation. You
will be secretly tried...
Convicted and executed, I know.
But they will hear me first.
No one will listen. No
newspaper will publish your name.
They will silence you, just
like Jaurs. Thanks to you.
Why are you here? To
see you. To talk to you.
I have been to a funeral before.
Not as big an event as your husband's.
A simple police funeral. An immigrant.
He leaves behind a woman and
a child who will never know him.
Sorry, I don't know
why I'm telling you that.
I'll get you out of here. I
have a false arrest warrant
to take you to headquarters
for interrogation.
We're going to the embassy.
You'll be safe there
on Russian territory.
You want to save me a second time.
No, thank you.
I'm staying here. Do you know
what they do in the courtyard?
They're building a guillotine.
- Do you want to end up there?
- That's better than a life of lies.
Will you help me? Go to Jaurs. Help him.
I can't. You don't want it.
It makes no sense. Why not?
You want to change the world?
Haven't you realized it's impossible yet?
They will execute you. Lay you
down and behead you! Why?
That simple officer... Achille...
I did it.
I stabbed him with scissors.
Piotr simply finished him off.
You see, the innocent woman
you want to help is a murderer.
I'd do it again if I had to.
I think this is for you.
Thank you. Guard.
In conclusion we believe
that Constance Bolkonski
must be tried for conspiracy
to overthrow the government,
conspiracy to incite civil war,
forgery in private accounts,
complicity in premeditated murder...
You have heard the charges. What
do you have in your defense to say?
I do not wish to defend myself.
I do not wish to be defended.
I fully support the social revolution.
I take full responsibility for
my actions. Full responsibility,
without any limitation.
What I demand of you,
my judges, is the truth.
If I live, I will never
stop fighting you.
I am done.
The Supreme Court
hereby finds you guilty
of all charges against you.
However, given your nationality and social
position you are granted a stay of execution.
You are handed over
to the Russian authorities
to do with you as they see fit.
- What do you want?
- My girlfriend is beautiful.
She greets you.
You lovebirds!
Time for a drink! A nice cold red wine.
Hurry up, or the fish will
go back! We're coming!
He wants a quick drink!
Marcel, not in front of the girls!
They have to learn
someday. Right, young man?
- Yes, of course.
- Do you want my daughter's hand?
It would be an honor.
You sly devil... That boy isn't so
bad. I need to speak with your mother.
Thank you, dear father!
Do you agree? We can
now call you grandpa!
You talk too, old pimp! You
still have to get married yourself.
Look who's there. The
mobile brigade in all its glory.
A toast? Where are you
going? Valentin, are you okay?
To Achille Bianchi, trainee inspector,
1st mobile brigade, killed in action.
That's for soldiers.
Who cares? To Achille!
- Fancy a swim?
- Absolutely.
The prefect of police was replaced
by former police chief Hennion.
Raymond Caillemin, alias Brains,
was guillotined in April 1913.
Jean Jaurs, member of parliament,
was murdered on 13 July 1914.
A week later France and
England declared war on Germany
thus beginning the First World War.
The Russian revolution meant
the loss of 12 billion francs in loans.
An admirer of Ivan the Terrible had
a film made about his hero in 1942.
This man was Josef Stalin
and he hated the film.
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