01x04 - Episode 4

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Papa said he was being

paid to take care of him.

After leaving the boy at the convent,

did Philippe tell you

where he was going next?

The boy? They want the boy.

You must be drunk if you think

I'm just going to hand

over the vineyard to you.

If I want you dead, I just have to wait.

Someone's in the house.

[GRUNTING]

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["LE GROS BILL" BY LILY FAYOL PLAYING]

WOMAN: Whoo-hoo!

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[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH]

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[DRIVER SINGING IN FRENCH]

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[SINGING CONTINUES]

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[MUSIC STOPS]

[PARKING BRAKE RATCHETS]

[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]

[LIPS SMACKING]

[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

[SIGHS]

Shh.

[DOG BARKING]

[BELL TOLLING]

[LAUGHS]

[g*n BLASTS]

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS]

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[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

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[g*n BLASTS]

[SUITCASE THUDS]

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[g*n BLASTS]

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[g*n BLASTS]

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[g*n BLASTS]

[g*ns BLAST]

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[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]

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[g*ns BLAST]

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[g*n BLASTS]

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[g*n COCKS]

[g*n BLASTS]

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[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]

[BELL TOLLING]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[TOLLING CONTINUES]

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[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[GRAVEL CRUNCHING]

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[GRUNTING]

[BLOW LANDS]

[COUGHING]

[SWITCH CLICKS]

[COUGHING CONTINUES]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SAM COUGHING, PANTING]

The other one jumped out

the window, but I winged him.

You okay?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

I was about to sh**t this one, too,

but I thought that wouldn't

be in our best interest.

At least not until we

get information from him.

Not to mention you might

have hit me instead.

Impossible. I'm a dead sh*t.

What are you doing here?

I was asking you.

Oh, you told me to

keep an eye on Teresa.

Yeah, when I'm not around.

Well, lucky thing I was here, no?

Hard to say. I'm not

used to that kind of luck.

Ah, French Army.

A real soldier wouldn't

try to kidnap a young girl.

Who are you calling a young girl?

You all right?

Yes, thanks to Henri.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Henri, do me a favor and go upstairs.

- Go upstairs and do what?

- Just go upstairs.

Right. [MAN COUGHS]

And take the women with you.

Henri, leave the g*n, please.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[CANISTER CLATTERS]

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

[COUGHS]

How's your neck?

[BLOW LANDS]

How's yours?

[COUGHS]

[WHEEZING]

[WOOD CLATTERS]

[INTRUDER GROANING]

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

Another time, another place,

a man tried to k*ll me,

I would've sh*t him or

thrown him out of a window

and forgotten he ever existed.

But I'm older now.

And mostly wiser.

Do you have a name?

Didn't think so.

Are you a Dean Martin fan?

I figure that you've been well-trained

and won't be easily persuaded to talk,

but I'm gonna ask you

some questions, anyway.

Easy questions. And every

time you don't answer

or say, "Je sais pas,"

I'm gonna kick you in the head.

You know? Like the song?

And then answer the question myself.

Sound good?

[BLOW LANDS, MAN GRUNTS]

Off we go.

So I don't have to be J. Edgar Hoover

to guess that you're army intelligence

and that your employers at SDECE

Did I pronounce that right?

[BLOW LANDS]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

That's always been a hard one for me.

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

SDECE, army intelligence,

the outfit that you work for,

who I'm assuming, like everyone

else in the known universe,

is angry with Philippe Saint-Andre

for stealing something,

or, in this case, someone,

he was ordered to protect.

No, that wasn't a question.

But Sergeant Saint-Andre does

work for SDECE, doesn't he?

[BLOW LANDS, MAN GRUNTS]

That was a question,

and the answer is

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

But he went rogue.

So did you and your pal drop by tonight

to see if the girl could

tell you where the kid is?

[BLOW LANDS, MAN GRUNTS]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Because the original likely plan

was that Sergeant Saint-Andre

was to deliver the kid

to the big boys in Paris.

[BLOW LANDS]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

I'm on a hot streak, but now

for the million-franc question.

What is so important

about this little kid

that everyone is willing to m*rder nuns

or kidnap young girls in order

to get their hands on him?

I don't know.

Orders were come and search,

and if the boy wasn't

there, to take the girl.

But you came dressed for w*r,

all gunned up like you thought

you might get into a firefight.

You have a reputation.

I'm flattered, but

[BLOW LANDS]

Please, stop doing that.

I will if you stop talking bullshit.

You thought Philippe might be here.

For good reason.

Do you know what

Saint-Andre did in Algeria?

He was with a sn*per unit.

A secret spy unit.

Saint-Andre hunted down members

of Organisation Armée Secrète.

Yes. And assassinated them.

He had over 30 kills.

Still, that tells me

nothing as to why everyone,

from the Vatican, to French

intelligence, to the CIA,

is after this kid.

All I know is what I

have heard whispered.

Okay, then whisper it to me.

That the boy is the hub

of a many-spoked wheel.

That sounds like something

you'd read in a fortune cookie.

It's all I've heard.

I swear on my mother's life.

Okay.

You can go now and meet your pal,

who's probably outside somewhere,

bleeding on my grapes.

Really? I can go?

You tell whoever gave

you this sh*t detail

that I would like to

find the good sergeant

as much as they would,

if for no other reason than the bata

has spoiled my f*cking tranquility,

and that when I find Philippe

and I will find him

I will talk to him, and then I

will bundle him up in a carpet

and send him up to Paris for you guys

to do whatever you want with.

But in the meantime, if

I catch any more armed men

in their jammies sneaking

about my property,

I will sh**t them in the balls.

I wasn't lying before.

We know who you are.

You say that as if I'm hiding.

You have many enemies.

Okay, so I'm sending you away

with a few dents in your face

after you tried to k*ll me,

and now you wanna stand

there and thr*aten me?

My good friend, you wanna

advertise my whereabouts

in the morning Le Monde

or one night on Discorama, be my guest.

But you will find that no one

cares about that Sam Spade.

Not anymore.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

You tell your bosses we're not enemies.

And they should believe you?

Why?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

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Get the f*ck out of here.

[GRAVEL CRUNCHING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[PHILIPPE PANTING]

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[CURTAINS WHOOSHING]

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[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[PHILIPPE PANTING]

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[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

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DRIVER: Marguerite?

[RAIN PATTERING]

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[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]

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[TRAIN WHEEL SQUEALS]

[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]

[RAIN PATTERING]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[TELEPHONES RINGING]

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[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[BRIGHT MUSIC PLAYS]

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[NURSE AND DENIS CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

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[SPEAKING FRENCH]

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[MUSIC STOPS]

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[SIGHS]

[SCOFFS]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SINGING IN FRENCH]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

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CYNTHIA: George and I had just sat down

to do The Times cryptic

when we heard your man shouting.

You could hear him from your place?

Well, we were in the garden.

The fresh air being

part of our daily ritual.

That, and the, uh, mimosas, of course.

Here's a possible theory

In trying to make his escape,

this chap runs this way and tumbles in.

That's my considered opinion.

Might wanna reconsider that opinion.

The road is the other direction.

No moon last night. Darkness aplenty.

He's not familiar

with the terrain, so

Still, one doesn't die from

simply tumbling into the pool.

- One does if one can't swim.

- He was a trained commando.

Who was also bleeding to death.

I only winged him.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

His partner didn't escape. I let him go.

I didn't see much point

in hanging onto him.

In the same way there wasn't much point

when I saw you this

morning in telling me

that two men had tried to kidnap Teresa?

In my experience, the fewer people know

about something like this,

the fewer people get hurt.

Your concern for my

well-being is most touching.

A difficult sh*t in daylight.

This was at night, which makes

such precision impossible.

Not if one had a night-vision scope,

like the PV-1 Starlight.

That would do the trick.

George was in the Royal Fusiliers.

Is that where he learned to paint?

Were you a rifleman?

Typing pool.

Yeah. Tepid sh*t.

I bet you are.

Henri, I suggest you call the base

and let them deal with the body.

General Davou is a man

who insists on boundaries.

- The soldier's his.

- But the pool is mine.

This problem comes from

inside their own house.

Thank you for your time.

Pleasure. We'll be, um, there.

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Oui.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

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[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

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[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

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[MAN SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

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[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[LAUGHTER]

[CONVERSING IN ARABIC]

[BIRDS CALLING]

["MA VOITURE CONTRU UNE

JEEP" BY GEORGES ULMER PLAYING]

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[MAN SINGING ALONG IN FRENCH]

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[MUSIC STOPS]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[LAUGHS]

Mmm.

[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

[BELL CHIMING]

[CONVERSING CONTINUES]

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[SIGHS]

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[CHUCKLING]

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[DISTANT CLANGING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

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JEAN-PIERRE: Marguerite?

[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[FOOTSTEPS CLATTERING]

[FLOOR CREAKING]

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[g*n COCKS]

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[FOOTSTEP]

[SHOUTING IN FRENCH]

Ah.

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[SPEAKING FRENCH]

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[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

[ENGINE RUMBLING]

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The lieutenant will meet

the ambulance in Bozouls.

That put you in a spot?

Doesn't seem so.

All's well that ends well, huh?

Just glad I could help.

Yeah, okay.

Knock it off and tell

me what's going on.

You're an officer cadet

who sh*t a fellow soldier,

who turned up dead.

Those are the facts,

yes, but they're outta

- Spare me. Who did you call?

- The base.

Which base? The one in Léon

or the one in Paris?

Why would I call Paris?

Because your CO is there

and you weren't off duty last night.

You were on duty.

Me? It's a smart play.

It's what I would do if I

had a soldier under my command

who knew every inch of the place.

What's your rank?

Sublieutenant.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

OK, from now on, if you are

gonna be nosing around here,

at least have the f*ckin'

decency to let me know.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

[WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH]

[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

[TELEPHONE CHIMING]

[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

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[THUNDER RUMBLING]

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[KNOCKING]

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[KNOCKING]

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[SPEAKING FRENCH]

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[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING]

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[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

Oh.

Non.

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I'm so glad you could

join us for a meal.

Your presence is very reassuring.

I can't tell you. After what

I saw floating in your pool,

I'm a bit twitchy.

There does seem to be an

inordinate amount of killings

hereabout.

I'm at a loss now, as

such an idyllic spot

begets so much mayhem.

Well, I can assure you that

Bozouls is usually quite safe.

These murders are an aberration.

Or a shift in the pattern.

Please, my dear

Commandant, have some more.

Oh, no, I couldn't, I've

already eaten too much.

Nonsense, nonsense. I can

see you're a man of appetite,

which according to an

Italian lover I once had

is a sure sign of

being dexterous in bed.

Oh, well, then in that case.

Mm, there you go.

Wait, wait. Some au jus.

Thank you.

Bon appétit.

Yes, of course, I knew

you couldn't say no.

I'm thinking of getting

a g*n for protection.

Is there one you might

recommend, Mr. Spade?

Sure. I'd recommend a water p*stol.

[LAUGHS] Scamp.

It's another one of your

jokes, but I'm deadly serious.

So am I.

At no point during your

wanderings did you carry a g*n?

I did, but that's why I know better.

Well, now I am

intrigued, please explain.

You keep a g*n under your pillow,

odds are about even

that sooner or later,

you'll take it out

and aim it at someone.

You aim a g*n at someone,

the odds are even better

that you'll k*ll them or be k*lled.

And I'm not that much of a gambler.

A b*llet, once fired,

can't be put back in a g*n.

I think with proper training,

one could have a firearm at home.

One could even carry said firearm

as one goes about one's daily routine.

You seem very interested in g*ns

for a painter, Mr. Fitzsimmons.

Oh, more interested in you, Mr. Spade.

You've led such an exciting

adventure of a life.

You're the talk of the town.

And speaking as a woman

living in constant fear,

I rely on men like you, dear Mr. Spade.

- I need the bathroom.

- Yes, of course.

It's just inside the

front door, down the hall,

second door on the left.

Don't be long.

Here we are, more wine for you.

Let's top you off.

[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS] PATRICE: Ah.

What did you study, Mr. Fitzsimmons?

GEORGE: Ah, well, school

of life, I suppose.

[CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

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Yes. [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

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Yes, I think the

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[STATIC HISSING]

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CYNTHIA: Did someone get lost?

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Apparently so.

You don't strike me as a

man who often gets lost.

I guess I'm getting as twitchy as you

about these killings.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

We all pretend, Mr. Spade.

Take my late husband.

Mr. Fitzsimmons pretended

to love me and his son,

when all the while he was

carrying on with Gabrielle.

I knew something was amiss

when she started appearing nude

in one corner or

another of his plein air.

[BELL CHIMING]

Where were we?

Lunch.

Shall we head back?

But of course.

PATRICE: Tasty meal. Thank you.

Well, a pleasure, I'm sure.

[CHUCKLES]

Tasty?

"Tasty" as in "tastes bad."

The English do not know how to cook.

I mean, sweet Jesus,

why would anyone think

that a dish called "toad in the hole"

would be anything but disgusting?

The wine was good.

The wine was French.

And that man's about as much

a painter as I am a milkmaid.

That's an image.

And what about the garage?

I'd love to know why there's

no room inside for their car.

I think the little sculpture on the roof

might have something to do with that.

[SIGHING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]

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[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

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[CHUCKLING]

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Jean-Pierre ?

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MAN: Excusez-moi, monsieur ?

[HEAVY BLOW LANDS]

[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS]

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[SPEAKING FRENCH]

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[DOOR OPENS]

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[CHUCKLING]

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[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[WHISTLING "COLONEL BOGEY MARCH"]

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[CONTINUES WHISTLING

"COLONEL BOGEY MARCH"]

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[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS,

WHISTLING CONTINUES]

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Well, this is indeed embarrassing.

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I know her.

- [EXHALES SHARPLY]

- [SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[GRUNTS]

How could someone so smart be so stupid?

We have come to the proverbial

fork in the road, Mr. Spade

whether to reveal all that we know

or simply finish our tea.

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