EVENTS AND PERSONS PORTRAYED IN THIS FILM ARE FICTIONAL
No, that’s not it, stop!
Shit, I’m going to crack up!
You’re never together! What are you doing?
Estelle, it’s you who’s going wrong.
Go, music. One, two...
One, two, three, four... There!
It’s coming along. That’s it!
Stop the music.
Take a break, girls.
Out already?
I was released two months early for good conduct.
- That surprises you, Danseur? -No.
- That bothers you? - On the contrary.
That’s nice.
I have a couple of questions to ask you.
I’m listening.
- Where’s Lola? - Lola?
- Yes, Lola. - She left a while ago.
- With who? - I don’t know. What’s it to me?
With who?
- With some bloke. - What bloke?
On my word, I don’t know him.
Where can I find them?
They often go to the Adrien. You know it?
- Who squealed on me? - What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Surely you don’t think it’s me?
Yes.
So, he said to me, “If you like them rough, then you’ll like me.”
Hello, my dear. You want to come upstairs with me? You can see the sea...
Hey, you could respond! Don’t you like my girlfriend?
- Lola, you got any matches? - Yes.
Pardon me.
This is the place.
It’ll be there between 2:00 and 3:00am.
Everything good?
- Very good. - You’re not alone?
- Who’s that? - Mario.
Good. I’ll be off, then.
- We said 5,000 francs, Mr. Boccace. - Sure, I know.
- We were told... - Half in advance, yes.
It’s all in there.
- All good. - I must dash.
So, see you Monday.
Till Monday, Mr. Boccace.
Hello, Lola.
Hello.
- All good? - I’m fine, yes.
- It’s been paid for? - Yes, yes.
Put on your hat, get your bag and come.
- Where are you going, Lola? - Me? Nowhere.
Well, then, put down your coat and bag, and sit down.
You heard what I told you?
So?
What are you doing, Lola?
- Nothing. I... - You off somewhere?
It’s Siffredi.
Get rid of him.
Siffredi...
Roch.
François... Capella.
I added some chives. I know you like them.
Ah, yes, chives.
Well made.
Lola has always liked to eat well.
That’s rare among women.
And that’s not the only thing she likes.
Yeah.
She is someone of good taste, discreet...
Faithful.
Can I have a little sauce?
- This is really good. - Delicious.
You forget how good it can be.
That must change you.
- So, how long were you inside? - Four months.
-What for? - A load of crap. It was my own fault.
It makes you think, prison.
- Now... - Now?
I have more time to lose.
Hi!
Hi.
- He’s here? - Yeah. Where have you been?
- We looked for you everywhere. - I’ve sprained my ankle.
- I have weak ankles. - Especially when there’s work!
Can I ask you an indiscreet question?
- What kind? - One that could earn you money.
- I’d have to see. - How’s that?
- Okay, we’ll toss a coin for it. - Fine.
- Choose. - Heads.
You lose. That’s normal, I’m always lucky.
- What do I have to do? - Take Mario’s place.
- What’s that? An accident? - Go and see. It’s probably a drunk.
That wasn’t difficult. I told you so.
- What’s in the back? - Have a look.
A horse?
It’s a champion. “Wonderful”, you heard of it?
No.
One of the favorites in tomorrow’s Grand Prix.
The other is Rouge-Gorge, which belongs to Boccace. Know him?
- The drinks guy? - Exactly.
The gentleman would like to win. So, he removed Wonderful.
And you’re gonna bet on Rouge-Gorge.
With the money from Boccace!
- Hey, that’s not bad. -No.
He’s not going to make it.
-Who won? - Vanina Two.
- You know who owns Vanina Two? - Sure, Boccace.
No. It belongs to Rinaldi.
That wouldn’t be your lawyer, by chance?
Oh, those twisters!
Hello, Capella, how are you?
- Sir? - Roch Siffredi.
- My partner. - Very good. Well, sit down.
We don’t have much time.
-A cigar? - We’re in a hurry.
I must congratulate you, it was perfect.
And the two men you scared have recovered the truck. Bravo!
I’ve worked out what I owe you... 2,500 francs.
Plus the 2,500 I lost on Rouge-Gorge.
- You bet on Rouge-Gorge? - Yes. And not just me.
Oh, Mr. Capella, you shouldn’t play on the horses. Do you think I do?
You should’ve won on Vanina Two.
Me? But Vanina Two doesn’t belong to me.
I’m pleased my friend Master Rinaldi won, but believe me...
Oh, hold on! I’ll show some largesse.
I’m going to cover your losses. Here’s another 2,500 francs.
Okay?
Will you have a glass?
A Boccace!
And my share?
- How’s that? Your share? - He’s my partner.
I know that. So, you divide it between you.
I would never take a share from a friend.
Question of principle.
Hello, Roch!
Put it there, I’ll finish in a minute.
Then I’ll make you dinner.
Did you buy another shirt?
Yes. Three.
I won’t ask you where you’ve been getting your money.
I bumped into a guy.
You can never have enough.
- Enough of what? - Of what one does.
No.
If you keep painting those eyes, you may lose your own.
Go.
- You’ve done some boxing, eh? - A little.
That’s good.
The one you just knocked down is my friend, Mario.
He has fragile ankles.
This is my cousin, Kid Maurice. You know him?
- No, I don’t know him. - That doesn’t matter.
We’ve been looking for a guy like you.
What would you say to fighting him in the ring?
- Really? - Not completely straight up...
But there’s money to be made, and I’ll take care of everything.
So you’ll be known as Hans Petrus, champion of Bavaria.
- Bavaria? Where’s that? - It’s...
Where is Bavaria?
- In Germany, no? - I don’t speak German.
Delighted to see you.
You know Kid Maurice.
And this is Hans Petrus, champion of Bavaria, 90 kilos.
Twenty-eight fights, twenty-one wins,
including seventeen by way of knockout, and four draws.
Hans Petrus lives in Munich, and is married with two young daughters.
Please, Herr Petrus, what are your daughters called?
Listen, we’re in France, so speak French.
I just asked the names of his two daughters.
Er... Bertha and Marlene.
Ladies and gentlemen...
You take over.
In the right corner, Kid Maurice!
Hey, Kid, start slowly.
There’s Capella.
You enjoy yourself, yeah?
I told him to go hard for a round or so.
That way, they’ll get their money’s worth.
- Petrus is only faking. - We haven’t screwed up.
Get up! Hey!
Kid! Oh, Kid!
One minute! Kid, hey!
So, that’s it?
What were you doing? You messed up a great show.
- He has been K-O’d. - K-O’d?
K-O'd.
Enter K-O.
Good evening.
This is Capella and Siffredi. Let me introduce Master Rinaldi.
We know each other a little.
Your little business has been settled.
The fire insurance has taken care of it. We won’t speak of it any further.
Thank you.
Well, you can be proud of yourself.
You can hang up your gloves! You’re finished!
And you, you can go back to the docks!
Family!
I invited a few friends tonight. Would you care to join us?
We’ll celebrate the victory of Petrus.
- Petrus? - Yes.
My friend Simon Boccace has just signed him up.
It seems it was you who discovered him. Congratulations.
Till tonight.
You want some?
- Who’s that? - It’s Marello.
He runs Marseilles with Poli.
They’re old school, but big shots.
Well established.
What’s he doing at Rinaldi’s?
Boccace without Rinaldi is nothing.
And Rinaldi without Marello is no big thing.
You have everything you want?
The big guy, that’s Poli.
Good evening. Pleasure to see you. Come.
My friend Simon Boccace told me about a job you did for him.
Skillful, intelligent.
And well paid, it seems.
Reasonably.
That’s not the question. Money is secondary.
Ah, you’re here. Come.
These are the two young men I told you about.
- This is Madame Escarguel. - Gentlemen.
Mr. Escarguel controls 60% of the fish markets in Marseilles.
And he has a little problem which he would like to discuss with you.
My husband isn’t here this evening. He rarely goes out.
And this is not the ideal place to talk about such things.
Could you come to the house one day this week?
- Why not? - Excuse me. I’ll leave you to it.
Would 10:00am Wednesday suit you?
- Yes. - Perfect.
- Good evening, Madame. - Good evening.
Why were you waiting in your car this afternoon?
I hate boxing.
- My name’s Siffredi. - I know. Roch Siffredi.
You’ve been in prison for breaking and entering.
You also spent two years in a penal battalion in Tunisia.
You have no money...
...and you are looking for some.
I am Mme. Rinaldi, wife of Master Rinaldi.
This is my place.
I should know the people that I invite.
At least, no?
- Your name? - Simone.
- Your perfume? - “God Forbid”.
They say I put on too much perfume, but I’m afraid of smelling of fish.
Simone!
Hello, Miss. I would like something expensive and beautiful.
- For a woman of the world. - Roses.
- Roses? Are they nice? - Very nice.
Fine, I’ll go for the roses.
Very good.
-A dozen? - A dozen.
I’m Capella.
Funny name.
Why’s that?
I don’t know, but it’s funny.
Do I interest you?
I’d like to see you again.
Good idea.
- You play tennis? - Pardon?
- Do you play tennis? - Oh, tennis? Yes.
I played a long time ago. I’d have to get fit.
Wouldn’t you rather go on a boat trip sometime?
Why not right now?
Ah, right now, I have an appointment. In five minutes.
Your bouquet, sir.
Twenty-five francs.
For your business appointment?
No, they’re for you.
Hurry!
See that, that’s my car.
We could go to the Alcazar one night, or to the cinema.
I don’t know if my father would allow that.
- What does your father do? - He’s in business, too.
Well, my name’s Ginette. Bye.
Wait a moment.
I’ll accompany you. The streets of Marseille aren’t very safe.
That doesn’t matter, I have my own car.
Really?
Tell me, mate, Madame Escarguel’s office?
Top of the staircase.
We couldn’t wait for you any longer.
Your friend is punctual. And he brought me flowers.
Ah, yes, I had a puncture.
Let me introduce my husband.
Mr. Capella... my husband.
Sir.
My husband had an accident several years ago.
It’s hard for him to speak and move, but he still has all his faculties.
Being the only one to understand this, I have to take care of everything.
It’s not really much of a life.
Oh, and all those smells...
As I explained to your friend...
Yes, Mr. Escarguel has two competitors, the Pradel brothers.
They should be “discouraged”.
I see.
He wishes to supply all the fish markets in Marseille.
- That’s very clear. - Yes, it is.
You explain things better than I do.
And...
...for this collaboration?
Well, I was thinking...
...ten percent.
That pleases my husband very much.
- Have you any ideas? - Ideas?
How you’re going to proceed?
Well, we’ll think about it.
It’s not as urgent... as seeing you again.
I would like very much to have you to dinner soon.
If you think of something in the weeks ahead...
But above all, keep... be...
Discreet.
My husband is very keen for this to work, but be...
Discreet.
Right, ladies, get to it!
Good.
Go!
Say, this fish isn’t fresh.
- Not fresh? - Smell it.
It smells fine. It was caught last night, look.
- That was caught last night? - Caught last night!
Please, ladies, smell that for me.
- How horrible! - It’s infected.
Infected? This fish isn’t fresh?
My fish isn’t fresh? Look, its tail still moves, unlike yours!
- It’s rotten. - It’s not fresh, no doubt about it!
I saw you, you threw your fish from your basket!
Don’t deny it!
You’re saying this isn’t fresh?
Beat it, you!
What’s going on?
- He says that it’s not fresh. - It seems okay to me.
Come on, ladies, let’s go!
You idiot!
Please...
The bathroom.
Very good.
The bedroom.
- Is there a telephone? - Yes, sir. In the bedroom and lounge.
That’s perfect.
- The salon. - The salon, very nice.
And tell me, for my friends?
Two small rooms, but on the same floor.
Perfect.
You put me on a canopy bed, with columns.
Fine, sir.
Then some pictures with forests and naked women.
Certainly, sir.
- Is there a safe? - Of course, sir.
- What make? - A Durox, model 44-S,
- A 44-S? Well, put this in it. - Right, sir.
My respects, Ms. Escarguel!
They’re so charming.
Go, go!
Oh, my hat!
Go!
Slowly, guys!
- Be careful! - Head over there!
Ah, good, let’s cross there.
Ah! It’s amazing.
- That feels good. -Ah, yes.
Wait, it’s deeper here.
I’m going to change in the rocks.
I’ll leave you my umbrella. Back soon.
I always want to talk to you, but we never have the time.
You’re right.
You could make a killing like the one with the fish, but bigger.
Explain.
Poli.
- What, Poli? - The butcher’s shop.
That doesn’t interest me, the butcher’s shop.
Why?
- I like butchers. - Poli can have it, then.
He’s like Marello, finished.
- A little push and he’ll topple. - I’m not interested.
Let me at least explain it to you.
- Let’s do heads or tails. - Tails.
You lost.
Don’t play with me.
He seems angry, your friend.
- Is it because of me? -No.
Who’s the young girl?
- I’d like to get to know her. - She’s Poli’s latest, Ginette.
- What did you say? - She’s Ginette, Poli’s new girl.
Seems he’s crazy about her.
- You’re sure? - As much as one can be.
Where are you going?
I’m going to say hello to them.
- Where’s the basket? - There.
- I’ll take off my jacket. - I’ll open the rosé.
I’ll set the table.
- I’ve marked my jacket. - Here are the tomatoes.
There. And the other plates.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Hi, Capella. -Hi.
- You know each other?
More or less.
- Want a pastis? -No.
- Your father’s not here? - He couldn’t come.
Business, you know what it’s like.
I was going to suggest a little boat trip.
That would be a good idea, one of these days.
Why not right now?
I’ll follow you.
You think maybe it’s dangerous for him.
Women are always dangerous.
This is so nice. It’s beautiful.
You often go sailing?
Careful.
That’s it!
Ah, they’ve left us behind.
What will your father say?
No more bets.
Banco, anyone?
-No. -No.
To the bank.
Place your bets...
- How are you? - Well, and you?
Good evening, Miss. How are you?
- Got a place? - At the main table.
Follow me.
Baccarat, there.
François is there, waiting for you.
Forgive me... I didn’t want to return to the hotel like this.
So I came here.
Well done. What’s been happening?
- Can I stay? - For as long as you want.
Rest yourself.
Roch?
I wanted to tell you...
...about the butcher’s shop, it’s okay.
The butcher’s?
What’s this idea you wanted to talk about?
I’d rather hear nothing about it.
The butcher’s shop...
Have you lost your head or something?
You know who runs the butcher’s shop?
Poli. So what?
You know him?
You know what he’s capable of?
That doesn’t scare you?
-No. - Listen to me.
You’ve made your place in the sun. Very good.
You’ve shown some nerve, Capella and you. You’re not blunderers.
Bravo.
We left you to enjoy yourself with the brother-in-law’s fish.
He’s very tired.
Then my sister insisted.
But don’t go rubbing up against the real bosses. Understand?
I don’t see why you’re taking Poli’s side.
You’re rather tied to Marello, no?
I’m not tied to anyone.
I’m just Marello’s lawyer, that’s all.
And I’m going to tell you...
Poli and Marello have run this city for four years.
No friction, no setbacks.
It works.
Don’t go meddling.
I was 7 years old when I tasted meat for the first time.
François, don’t go there, they’re waiting for you!
François?
François!
Everyone out!
- Airight? - Yes, I’m airight.
- Take that. - Okay.
Shit, a flat! Let’s go, quick!
You won’t make it, François.
We did, you see?
François, head for my mother’s.
Tell me, François, you didn’t speak about it to Ginette?
- Go to the hotel. - But...
Go to the hotel, I said.
Ginette was coming tonight.
You’re expected.
This way.
You still think about Ginette?
Was it serious?
- You would’ve left with her? - What do you mean, “left”?
I don’t know, leave, go somewhere else.
With her? Maybe.
We weren’t able to go to Mario’s funeral, that’s sad.
Say, are we going to stay here for long?
- However long it takes. - I don’t mind, I love the countryside.
Looks like they’re coming.
They’ve come from Beziers, looking for a hideout.
- For? - A stickup.
- Any trouble? - A little.
Look after them.
- All went well? - Fine.
- Here are the newspapers. - Let’s see.
- And the rest? - It’s there.
- Ah, help me. - No, leave. Hey!
They’re not new. They come from Morocco.
But they’ve been verified. Are they what you wanted?
Exactly.
- And you have...? - In the other case.
Good, show me.
Tell me, has Rinaldi been appointed deputy mayor?
He didn’t lose this time.
He has nothing on us. Poli thinks you’re out of circulation.
Good, we’ll let him go on believing that.
Hello?
Who?
At Poli’s?
Now? But listen...
Good.
Well, I’ll get on.
Very well, I’m coming.
Are you waiting or coming? Or shall we meet up at the theater?
I’ll come with you.
We shouldn’t be long.
What’s this?
What’s going on?
Good evening, Master.
We heard of your appointment, and wanted to congratulate you.
Bravo.
- Where were you heading? - To the theater.
- To see what? - L’AigIon.
You look surprised, Master.
To see you here? Yes, a little.
Like us, that evening at the slaughterhouse...
We were surprised to see that they were waiting for us.
I had warned you, but don’t infer from...
- You’ll be late for the theater. - It may even be over.
What are you thinking?
We’ve been thinking a lot about you.
But you can be useful to us.
Yes, we intend to buy this place.
- You want to buy it? - Yes.
But where is Poli?
He died. At the restaurant.
- Quarter of an hour? - Twenty minutes.
Dead?
May the angels lead you to paradise.
May the martyrs welcome you on your arrival.
May the angels receive you, that you enjoy eternal rest,
with the one who was once the poor Lazarus.
- Rest in peace. - Amen.
Mr. Marello would like to talk to you.
- About what, Danseur? - It’s simple. You take over from Poli.
But Poli never touched what belongs to Mr. Marello,
and you will not touch it either.
-And so? - I warn you...
You took Poli by surprise, but I am naturally suspicious.
Very suspicious.
And, importantly, Rinaldi is my friend.
If you touch him, you touch me, too.
Why would we touch him?
Moreover, Master Rinaldi isn’t looking after your business anymore.
I don’t like being spoken to in that tone, Danseur.
Driver...
Obviously, Mr. Poli had all his accounts in here.
In love as in business, some things are best not written down.
Of course.
Mr. Poli had interests all over Marseille.
Of course, there are hotels, restaurants, drinking dens.
You’re invaluable, M. Martial.
Always by the percentage system.
You know, I have been in business a long time.
I started in ‘94 with the Valabres brothers.
You’re too young to know them.
- Tell me... - It comes straight from Chicago.
Good, put that in.
With two hundred and fifty of these, it’s going to be crazy!
- Let’s go! - To yours!
Ouch!
Well, Lola, the disc.
You like it?
It’s opulent.
Designed by Leleu.
Because now you...
Look at that.
A beautiful Guyot bronze.
Chinese, very rare color, ox blood.
Coromandel, 18th century.
Come and see.
Hi, Maurice.
- Hi, Roch. - Lydia, hi, how’s it going?
Leave us. How’s it going? All’s well with the business?
There’s a future in business.
There’s a future in everything.
How could one not pay tribute to the success of the new municipality,
when we see our beautiful city Marseille,
a gateway to the East, each day more modern,
prosperous, and happier?
It is therefore with deep conviction that I say to you,
next month, by voting for me, you vote for progress.
For justice.
And for peace.
We don’t see you much at the casino.
You’ve become such a busy man.
And Marseille owes you a lot.
Answer me frankly. My husband has done something to you.
Tell me what that is.
Please, I need to know.
He’d talked about your projects to Poli, is that it?
Don’t ask such questions.
It’s funny, whenever I meet you, you never seem satisfied.
Should I be?
You have all that you want.
You think so?
You don’t like these elections much?
With Rinaldi as MP, and Marello behind him...
- It’s still missing something. - What can be done?
No. Not during the election. That would be awkward.
What a set, eh?
Come on, let’s play another one.
Here, roughly, are the expenses.
Salaries, management fees, good works...
- Good works? - Yes, orphanages, asylums.
Tradition calls for it, sir.
Taxation is overwhelming nowadays.
- The police are here. -And?
An inspector’s asking for you.
- An inspector? - Yes.
- Mr. Capella? - Yes.
Inspector Teyssère. I’d like you to accompany me to the station.
Perfect.
- Inform Master Rinaldi. - That won’t be so easy.
- Why? - Because he has two bullets in his body.
He’s in the hospital in a critical condition.
This way.
Let’s go.
Commissioner...
Sit down, Mr. Capella.
As long as you keep matters between yourselves, we do not get involved.
But when wolves devour each other, that’s the shepherd’s business.
Master Rinaldi is the deputy mayor of Marseille,
possibly even our future Member of Parliament,
so we are obliged to intervene.
I was at my office all day. I have witnesses.
Naturally, you have a watertight alibi.
I haven’t even asked you, but I was sure of it.
All the same, I’m going to ask you the usual questions.
- But beware, don’t go too far. - Who shot him?
That would be an interesting question to pose to Mr. Siffredi.
-So? - Nothing special.
They were released, of course.
But there is a little friction between the two.
How’s that?
Siffredi perhaps made his move without informing Capella.
Possibly.
Are you waiting for them to break apart once and for all?
You warned them not to touch Rinaldi, and they have done.
Tongues are wagging that they scare you.
Listen, Danseur.
Let people talk.
They’re just small cons, there’s nothing to lose by waiting.
You know what?
By shooting Rinaldi and not killing him,
they’ve made a Member of Parliament of him.
You understand?
I came up with the headline.
RINALDI TARGETED BY GANGS
With two bullets in his body, he’s sure to be elected.
It was agreed that we wouldn’t touch Rinaldi.
- Especially before the election. - I didn’t touch Rinaldi.
- Someone’s trying to cause trouble. - I know.
- Not Marello himself. - Why not?
It’s not in his interest.
I don’t agree with you.
- He stands in your light. - What are you saying?
He bothers you.
Everyone bothers you.
I’m telling you, it’s not me!
What more do you want?
Nothing more.
It’s not often that I get to see you.
- Cheers. - Yep!
How’s Roch?
Always the same.
Play for me.
I really like this place.
Do you remember the boat that evening when you brought Roch back?
- You’ve come a long way since then. - Yes and no.
I still like cooking for you.
I don’t like my memories
I spend my whole life lying
Whenever you leave, it’s like I die a little
Long live the sea and long live the boats
Take me, Sailor
Since I was 20 years old
I’ve had lovers
Who passed by Marseille
This time of night
I do not have much to offer you
It's four francs for a smile
And if you want to please me
Don’t forget, dear, your little present
Take me, Sailor
Listen, Rinaldi’s been done, for good this time.
- At the hospital? - Yes, stabbed.
- Who did it? - We don’t know.
Where’s Roch?
We have to find him.
Come with me.
Roch?
- Where’s Roch? - I don’t know.
But there’s someone waiting for him.
I wanted to see Mr. Siffredi. It’s about the death of my husband.
I know who killed him.
- Where’s the boss? - In his office.
Yes? Ah, François?
He’s here. You want to talk to him?
Listen, someone’s trying to start trouble between us and Marello.
- Why? - So they can take our place.
Some bastard shot Rinaldi to make Marello think it was us.
I knew that.
Someone recognized you.
At the hospital.
No more bets.
- Card. - Card.
Two hundred banco, gentlemen.
- With the table. - With the table.
You may play, gentlemen. Two hundred.
- Banco. - Banco, only.
Your turn, sir.
- Special edition! - Le Journal.
The Rinaldi Affair!
Thank you, sir. Special edition!
Don’t stand here! It’s coming from the bridge!
Five and four equals nine, plus four equals thirteen...
They’ve done Nono in broad daylight!
- What? - They came past Adrien’s.
François!
Marello shouldn’t have done that.
After the death of Danseur, we were quits.
He wanted to teach us a lesson. So, let’s show him we’re good pupils.
Okay.
Gentlemen, place your bets.
Five thousand.
I’m sorry, there are no places.
Pardon?
Seven to the bank. Horses lose half...
Gentlemen, place your bets.
Bets are placed.
No more bets.
Card to the first.
Card to the second.
One to the bank.
Six to the first, seven to the second.
Gentlemen, place your bets.
The game commences...
I’d like to see Marello.
One second.
Eight to the second.
Three to the first, second wins.
Mr. Marello awaits you.
I prefer to talk to you directly.
You’re quite right. What do you want?
- You’re wrong about Rinaldi. - Possibly.
No, for sure.
It was Danseur who shot him,
in order to set us against each other and profit from it.
Capella knew this and did what he had to do.
You had no reason to call it as you did.
- And you knew that. -l knew what l had to do.
- But you’re wrong. -So?
It’s a mistake that’s hard to forget.
You’re getting old, Marello.
There are things which escape you.
And that’s serious.
You should stand down.
Is that what you came to tell me?
You shouldn’t have bothered.
I wanted to tell you.
Listen well.
I know what I’m risking.
You could shoot me down now easily.
You haven’t had it for a while, Marello.
I wanted to tell you to your face.
Five to the second.
Gentlemen, place your bets.
- Place your bets, gentlemen. - Games marked.
No more bets.
Gentlemen, no more bets.
Card to the first, card to the second.
Card to the second, nine to the bank.
Six to the first, three to the second.
Three everywhere.
Gentlemen, place your bets.
I hope, this time, he understood.
Don’t worry, he understood.
Obviously, you have an alibi, you were here.
I suppose you’ve had your wallet stolen?
- You should complain. - Yes, I did.
Please get them back. In mine, there were photos of my mother.
They’re irreplaceable.
You didn’t recognize the men who did this?
-No. -No.
And the death of Marello. No tips?
None.
He must’ve slipped and fallen on his letter-opener.
That seems very strange.
Surely.
Does this face mean anything to you?
No.
Yes, but I don’t know his name,
He was called Danseur.
Mrs. Rinaldi has identified him as her husband’s killer.
As he’s also dead, that’s another case closed.
You’re the little kings of Marseille now. Nobody stands in your way.
Now’s the time to be very careful.
- We have a new mayor. - A nice business.
Capella and Siffredi support him, so it may be good for us.
You think so!
His face tells me something.
MARTIAL ROGER MAYOR OF MARSEILLE
What a charming evening.
Thank you.
Good evening.
Roch?
- Things going the way you want? - Fine.
And you?
- What do you have? - Nothing.
I’m off.
You’ve time.
Not so much.
I have a train to catch.
- What? - I’m catching a train in one hour.
- Where are you going? - To Nice.
From there to Italy.
You’re going alone?
No. I’m taking Lola.
So, you’re going?
I told you.
For long?
Perhaps.
I’m going to the hotel to get my luggage.
François...
- Why are you going? - Because we are two.
- I don’t understand. - It’s simple.
First we had Poli.
Then Dancer, then Marello.
There’s no reason for it to stop.
One day, there will be only one of us. It’s better that I go now.
It will finish by bringing us down.
Maybe I will start it.
It’s the way things are, we can’t help it.
And you know it.
And what if I left, instead of you?
- You would do that? - Immediately.
I’ll toss you for it.
If you lose, you go.
- Agreed? - Agreed
- What’s your call? - Heads.
This time, you’ve won, Roch.
- You knew? - A coin in each pocket.
Before, that used to amuse me. But not tonight.
Bye, Roch.
Luck doesn’t exist.
François!
Hey, Roch...
Roch...
Luck...
You see, it doesn’t exist.
...AND NOTHING WAS HEARD OF ROCH SIFFREDI EVER AGAIN
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