01x01 - Episode 1

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- Ah…

Dreyfus…

Lord, what are they pissing me off

with that one.

Today, Council of Ministers,

five hours on Dreyfus.

Sigh

It's hellish.

Guilty or martyr?

Spy or not?

Do I know me?

And yes, he may be innocent.

It's really sad.

But what do you want me to do about it?

Between us,

he's not the first Jew to

be persecuted.

Nor the last.

On acquiesce.

Moans of pleasure

Not even had the elegance

to die in prison.

No, he's being sent back

to us for a new trial. Dreyfus



France is on the verge of the Revolution!

They all piss me off!

What do I have to



- We don't pull our hair,

you savage.

Felix?

Agonizing moans

- The president dies!

The government falls!

Tractations in the Assembly!

Buy L'Aurore !

Five cents and you will know everything.

Buy L'Aurore !

Five centimes and a special editorial

by Mr. Émile Zola.

The president dies!

The government falls!

Tractations in the Assembly!

In Paris,

the return of Prefect Lépine is announced!

- Here.

The beginning of fortune.

Metallic ringing on the ground

Good news for you,

little metic.

And she's not in your journal.

Your day has just ended.

Cry of pain



- Pope !

- Joseph !

Intriguing music



Young boy's cry



- Pope !



- Not !

Not !

- To all the Jews

To all the traitors

who buy this tea towel!

To all the Dreyfusards

who betray the homeland!

This is what awaits you!

- Pope !



- Police, open up!

- Yes, just a second.

I am not dressed.

- Ah.

You see !

Open up, cod!

It's your husband talking to you.

We unlock.

- Alphonse?

- Hélène Chagnolle?

- Yes.

- We are here

to see

a flagrante delicto of adultery.

- Following the complaint

Alphonse Chagnolle, your husband.

- You know

I wouldn't do anything like that.

- She cheats on me every time

I'm on call at the ministry.

But not this time.

Jezabel. Messaline.

You're stuck.

- Make yourselves at home.

- Come closer.

Intriguing music

Draw your saber.

Plant it in this trunk.



- Sorry sweetheart.

Funny music

Gentlemen.



- He's 30 years older than me.

He ate my dowry in less than a year.

He drinks, he plays

He sleeps off every week.

And I had always remained faithful to him.

- Six weeks in Saint-Lazare.

She's going to get desalinated,

that b*tch.

And then, hop, to the street!

Like all those of his breed.

- I have the misfortune to please.

I don't do anything for it.

Often I have the strength to resist,

but sometimes

- Attention,

I'm not jealous.

It's a matter of respect.

I am a civil servant at the ministry!

Alphonse Chagnolle.

Former soldier, please!

- Gentlemen.

- Make me a hornet.

She will pay me for it.

- It was the first time.

The first time.

Hubbub of the prisoners



- She is 26 years old.

She is called an infidel.

In a year,

we find her in the morgue.

- What can we do?

The complainant is not sympathetic,

but he works inside.

And he has quite a few friends.

So we help each other,

between officials.

- You were right,

your wife is a sl*t.

- I told you.

- Yes, she confessed everything.

Besides,

I have a list of all her lovers.

- All of them? There are several of them ?

- Seventeen.

- Say, it's a beautiful record.

- A scandal.

But when this list

becomes public

- Public?

- Yes, it is obligatory.

We have to summon them.

Their wives will know, their neighbors

Their colleagues

- The press will enjoy it,

it loves this filth.

Your wife is going to be famous.

And I regret it,

but you too.

- Couldn't we,

I don't know

remain discreet about the figure?

- No, once the procedure has started,

it will be too late.

- The only way to avoid scandal

would be

that there is no procedure.

That is for you to decide.

Calm music



Hubbub

- Hélène Chagnolle!



- Je…

I forgive you.

- Okay, you can go.

Intriguing music

- Goods.



- Commissioner Puybaraud

for Mme Steinheil.

- She's not receiving.

- She will make an exception.

We go down the stairs.



Dear Mrs. Steinheil,

allow me to offer you

my sincere condolences.

He wanted to be Caesar

he was only Pompey.

Sad epitaph for a president.

What we will remember from him,

that's the way he died.

Did you by any chance

keep gifts

from our late president?

Letters, maybe?

- Some.

- Spicy?

- Lukewarm.

A few digressions

on political life

It is harmless.

- That's all ?

- No, there is also this brooch.

A daisy.

It's my name.

I would love to keep it.

- I don't see what's stopping you.

It is a jewel,

not a state secret.

- Thank you.

- That's the lesser of it.

- Last week,

the gratin of the Republic was here.

Everyone knew about Felix and me.

I transmitted the messages.

- It's over, you're unemployed.

- I have a beautiful place here.

I still know quite a few people.

I could hold a living room.

- After that ?

- I can encourage

guests to talk politics

or business

and repeat to you what is being said.

- From courtesan to snitch.

The slope is steep.

- We make a living as best we can.

Disturbing music



- Mr. Steinheil.



The door closes.

- They left ?

- Yes.

- Take that dress off, then.

The comedy of mourning is over.

- We are artists,

dear husband, but do not forget:

your paintings,

it's my clients who buy them.

- What a beautiful b*tch.

She will make a splendid informant

for Parisian security.

- She's unreliable.

- But you,

you will know how to teach him loyalty.

Is not it ?

- If she sneaks up,

she'll need a nickname.

- Funeral.

Soft music



- Next !



- I would like to report a disappearance.

- Name, first name, profession.

- Berger, Joséphine, 28 years old.

Seamstress, born in Alsace.

- You are married ?

- Pardon ?

- Are you married,

or is Berger your maiden name?

- No, my name is not Berger.

This is the name of the missing person,

I am his neighbor.

- We're starting over. Last name,

first name, profession.

- Excuse me, I made a mistake.

- Yes ?

- Police, Inspector Antoine Jouin.

- What else do you want?

- You forgot

to sign your statement.

- Come in.

You want to drink something ?

The alcohols are locked up,

but I can offer you a herbal tea.

Or a glass of water.

- No, thank you, I

Everything is fine ?

- Why shouldn't I be okay?

Sit down,

You're welcome.

Shouldn't I reread it?

I do not know how to read.

- It's not worth it.

It is a formality

before filing the file.

You can make a cross.

- I can write my name.

But I'm not fast.

- I am not in a hurry.

Bottom left, please.

Is your husband reading that tea towel?

- My husband is a member

of the Anti-Semitic League

and the League of Patriots.

From all leagues.

My husband is attached

to an idea of ​​France.

He does not like the Jews

nor foreigners

nor unfaithful wives.

- As an official

of the Ministry of the Interior,

he is bound

by strict political neutrality.

- Ah…

Well…

If you want to stop it,

I won't stop you.

Here.

Heavy musique



You are married ?

- Not.

- You're in luck.

I sent word to my mother.

She might agree

to take me back.

Sad music



- If he does it again,

defend yourself, you have the right.



Not on the stairs

Baby moans

Soft music



g*nsh*t

- Prefect Lépine,

back to business

Doesn't that interest you?

I need you at the prefecture

to hold Paris.

- Why me ?

- We give you full powers

and a simple mission: to

maintain order in the capital.

Aren't you going to refuse?

- And why not Puybaraud?

He dreams of being a prefect

and he knows the house.

- Too salty.

Too dangerous.

- What are you afraid of ?

Do you doubt your strength?

- Barely installed,

this government is already weakened.

So we do everything

to reassure the public.

We announce the return

of old glories,

like this good Prefect Lépine,

we release my name in the press

and they come to get me.

Waldeck-Rousseau in person

and his faithful watchdog,

Director Hennion,

come here begging

me to convince me.

It prevents…

I reserve my decision.

- Dreyfus will be tried again.

Half the country is going to go mad.

Where will you be, sir,

when your country needs you?

- On the hunt.

"Full powers"…

What a joke!

I will not direct assignments or secret funds

.

I am not offered a throne,

but a jump seat.

- Do we have to talk about it again?

Your decision is made.

- Would you like to come with me to Paris

or stay here?

I will not be figuring there.

I'm going there to fight.

I will be exposed enough not to have

to deal with your failures,

my dear.

- Do not worry.

A door opens

and closes.

- Rothschild in finance!

Waldeck-Rousseau in power!

Buy L'Antijuif !

Only ten cents!

Buy L'Antijuif !

Buy L'Antijuif !

Only ten cents!

You will know everything.

Buy, ladies and gentlemen.

Intriguing music



- You accuse him,

but maybe it was an accident.

Or it was you.

- Mr. Grunbach

did not beat his son.

- This man is not just anybody.

He has many friends

in the police.

I'm not one of them, but

I just like to warn you.

You wish

maintain your complaint?

- You don't want to help us?

- I'm trying to open your eyes.

Even proving he was there,

his political friends will accuse you

of having provoked him.

And until the trial,

he'll hunt you down and your family.

Be reasonable, finally.

- A victim asks for justice

and you prefer to dissuade her?

You have no shame ?

- Who are you ? Of the family ?

- I am a lawyer.

Little laughs



Bursts of laughter



- I'm not…

- Obviously.



Chut.

- Yet it is a beautiful job

that yours.

- A little early, right?

- There are days when I need it.

"I am a lawyer !"



- We hear that you,

Morpinet.

- Sorry, Commissioner.

- This evening, detachment of surveillance,

rue Chabrol.

At work, gentlemen.

- Take care, my friends.

The police are watching you.

As if it was here

among the fine flower of the French people,

that we were going to find criminals!

Boos



But if you are a spy,

if you are a traitor,

you just have to be Jewish

and you will have nothing more to fear.

Unmasked by science,

condemned by justice

you will be entitled to a second trial.

You all know, don't you?

They're going to send Dreyfus back to us!

Strong protests



But we are not going to wait.

No, we are not going to wait.

My faithful butchers and myself

will give you the pleasure

of seeing it for real.

Yes, my friends.

Dreyfus,

the real Dreyfus,

is here with us tonight

In the flesh !

Gentlemen

Let him in.

Bursts of laughter

There he is, your Dreyfus!

Here it is !

A dirty pig disguised as a soldier.

All kids are pigs!

And their sows Their sows

give birth to

little Hebrew piglets!

But I say

I, Jules Guérin,

than France

finished fattening them!

General approval



I always have it on me

my line to cut the daily Yid.

Piglet cry

This is how we treat them!

This is the fate that is reserved for them!

And we can also make the pleasure last.

Cut off their tongues.

Spoil them!

Let them squeal!

Once dead,

your work is not done.

Place in the butcher's shop.

We must smoke them hams,

tan their skin,

open them in half,

flambé them with straw

Applause

Remove them,

bleed them,

and finally,

Attach them

to the front of a butcher!



Disturbing music



Death to the Jews!

- DEATH TO THE JEWS!

- Death to the Jews!

- DEATH TO THE JEWS!

Intriguing music



- Oh !

Is!

Hey! Look at her !



- Such a beautiful suitcase, almost new.

We sailors

have never seen one like it.

It would have made our week.

Those déveine!

Say, by the way, for the bonus

- The first ones?

- Well, the 25 francs

When we find a drowned person,

the municipality gives us a bonus.

And 25 francs is not much.

Huh?

We screwed up the bail

to get it back for you.

- Do you think she drowned?

Intriguing music



Moans of pain

- Everything all right, madam?

- Sorry…

Sorry, it's my ankle.

- Here, sit down on the bench.

- Goods.



The pain took my breath away.

Long expiration

I have…

I have souvenirs to sell.

- My editor is willing to pay,

if it's exclusive.

What kind of memories?

- Letters.

- Spicy?

- Torrid.

What digressions

on political life too.

It's expl*sive.

- That's all ?

- There is also this brooch.

A daisy.

He offered

it to me because it's my first name.

It's yours

if the newspaper pays the price.

- How ?

- 20,000 francs.

- Can you walk?

I can take you home.

- No thanks. You're really nice.

I'm better.

- My respects, madam.



- Repeat what she told you,

don't forget the details,

as if you were writing an article.



A door closes.

- 2:30 p.m., are present:

Commissioner Cochefert,

Investigating Judge Boucart

and I,

Dr Socquet.

We wait, as usual,

the famous Professor Bertillon,

director of the anthropometry service.

He hesitates.

Do not rate "famous".

A m*rder investigation

is open.

- Gentlemen.

- Professor Bertillon is finally

with us, it is 2:32 p.m.

To your honour.

- 56 centimeters long.

41 centimeters wide.

Standard model,

on sale for 6.90 francs.

- Do you know the price?

- I bought one.

- That makes you

my first suspect.

Thanks, keep going.

- Brown color

orange.

Armor reinforced with wood and brass.

No label.

Leather handle.

Two nickel plated open locks.

Content.

White unbranded handkerchief.

Two shirts.

Shirt 1: women's shirt,

torn from top to bottom.

Patched armholes, patched

shoulders

and a safety pin.

- The victim was poor.

- Thank God.

- Shirt 2:

starched man's shirt,

torn into two pieces.

Piece 1 containing the breastplate,

piece 2, back and sleeves.

Cotton shirt,

rather low straight collar, straight cuffs,

small porcelain button

sewn to the fabric.

- The m*rder*r is a bourgeois.

- Under the collar of the plastron,

a mark in blue ink: "X-38",

next to "AP"

drawn in red,

a brand of laundry.

Two shirts wrap around

a human female torso.

Doctor, it's yours.

- The body only spent

a few hours in the water.

The coloring of the epidermis

indicates recent death.

Less than 48 hours.

The trunk weighs

23 kilos.

56 centimeters.

We can estimate the size of the victim

at 1.58 meters,

to two centimeters.

Age between 25 and 35 years old,

hair color: black.

Ah…

Presence of vermin

in the pubic hair.

Tapered fingers, unmarked

indicating

that the victim was wearing rings.

A priori, a bachelor.

- We'll call her mademoiselle.

Stitch mark between the thumb

and forefinger of the left hand.

Needle work.

A seamstress or a seamstress.

Stretch marks on the abdomen,

the victim may have been a mother.

Clean neck section,

operated between the last cervical

and the first dorsal.

No sign of trembling,

non-torn fabrics.

Post-mortem beheading

performed by an experienced hand.

Ditto for the legs.

Very clear dislocation

of the hip joint.

The m*rder*r is a doctor.

Or a medical student.

Or a butcher.

Tension music



- I could feel her restless.

And I said to him:

"But who are you?"

She looks at me

and she says to me: "I am a lawyer."

Laughs

- I'm not an anarchist.

I swear it to you

at my poor mother's grave.

I stay rue Saint-Maur,

above a shop.

I don't know what they're up to.

They have meetings.

They have a printing press.

But I never go!

I am not like them,

I am an honest citizen!

I'm not…

- An anarchist, we heard.

You could be.

- Now you are on file,

it's easy.

You go to their meetings,

you sympathize,

you listen.

And you come back to report to us.

Laughs

- And the cut woman.

Be careful, chores are coming.

Cochefert will ask for 30 volunteers.

You have to hide.

I tell you.

"I am a lawyer."

- "ill*gal pig slaughter"?

"Voluntary degradation

"a uniform of the French army"?

- The infractions were noted

by several officers.

That would justify

the temporary closure

of the Anti-Semitic League.

- I won't have Jules Guérin arrested

for having bled a pig.

Even a pig in uniform.

Something else ?

- Yes sir.

I volunteer

for the commissioner's investigation.

- Voluntary ?

But what happened to you?

In this kind of business,

we never find the murderers.

We stir, we stir the wind,

the time for the press to change the subject.

Talk about a job.

- I thought

that you would agree.

You no longer support Puybaraud.

- Lower your voice.

If I like my job?

No, not really, but hey

From there to accepting the first chore

that passes, no thanks.

- I'll tell him I was wrong.

- Another mistake.

Asking Puybaraud for a favor

is not recommended.

But two in a row

I still prefer to pound the pavement

with you,

little as*h*le.

Erase that smile,

I haven't forgiven you yet.

I am no wrongdoer.

I am a police officer.

You too, by the way.

Forget your ambitions, kid.

You're doing your time,

you don't stand out.

No blame,

no medal, anonymous.

You find yourself a nice ugly one,

you make him three kids,

who will take care of you later.

And then, nice and warm, with a

full stomach.

- You have to find the right one already.

- Not to end up like me?

- Let's go ?

- I'm still thirsty.



Crash away



Ground squeaking

Intriguing music



- Don't shout.

Otherwise I'll open up your gut and empty you

like a poiscaille. Hush.

Agonizing respiration





So can you k*ll a man

with that mouth?

I ask to see.

What if I widen it a bit?

From ear to ear?

We can enter in several.

Or…

you could just learn

to close it.

- Mom ?





On arme un fusil.

- I know you.

You are the Chambertin son.

Your parents are nevertheless

honest people,

who work

for my wife's family.

They deserve to lose a son

for such nonsense?

- Not.

- Put down your bag.

Disturbing music

Go home.

You will tell your father

that the price of land will increase.

And that it's your fault.

When you break the law,

there is a price to pay.

Va.

- Goods,

Mr. Prefect.



- Homeworks,

to do at home,

before going out into the world.

- I really have to

read all this

literature?

- You have to read the texts

before meeting the authors.

Saturday night.

Rue Chabrol,

Anti-Semitic League of France.

You will be.

I will spend the day before giving you

a spiel about the participants

and on your role.

- We have not yet discussed

my remuneration.

- Informants do not have a salary.

Just bonuses,

depending on what they earn.

Your daisy.

Do what you are told

and everything will be fine.

- You will tell M. Puybaraud

that I have learned the lesson.

- First track:

the suitcase.

Identify the manufacturer

and find outlets.

Little chance of lifting a hare,

but it must be done.

Six inspectors.

The men's shirt

is a more solid track.

Starting hypothesis:

the assassin's shirt.

Large size, chic model,

he has the means.

Les marques "10 38" and "AP"

are those of a laundry.

Breakdown by neighborhood,

find which one.

The m*rder*r is one of the clients,

gentlemen.

I want 12 full-time inspectors.

The priority of priorities remains

to identify the victim.

The number of women who disappeared in 1899

in Paris and its surroundings

amount to 247.

However, the disappearance is recent.

So, with regard to

30-year-old women who

have been missing for less than a week,

we have three reports.

A team of two per report.

Protests

Blanche Cadiot,

31 years old, arrived from the provinces.

Profession: domestic.

His employer is a doctor,

he says Ms. Cadiot

did not show up for her position.

To check.

Joséphine Berger, 26, Alsatian.

Disappearance reported by a neighbor.

Lacunar deposition, no address.

She must be accommodated,

and therefore consult the registers

of the Garnis Brigade

district by district.



And to finish,

Hélène Chagnolle, 26 years old.

Her mother resides in Melun

and reported her missing yesterday.

To check.

Hectic music



- Police !

Not on the floor

We know you are there,

Mr. Chagnolle.

- Leave me alone.

I am sick.

- It's Inspector Morpinet.

You know me,

I took care of your business.

I have a few questions

regarding your wife.

- She left me.

She got off, that b*tch.

It's your fault.

- It will not be long.

- Give me a break !

I'm telling you she's gone.

- Well,

we just found her.

Oh !

Disturbing music



- I'll get some backup.

Agonizing moans



Man cry

- You b*stard.

You b*stard!

It's your fault.

This is all your fault.

Internal whistling





Even you,

you f*cked her, that sl*t.

You have the face of a Jew.

Dirty Jew!

- You k*lled her, she was 30 years

younger than you.

She wanted to go back to her mother,

you cut her up.

- She got what she deserved.

- You were expecting me?



Melancholy music



- Gentlemen, we're not moving.



- He shoots your colleague.

You enter, try to disarm him.

But he shoots himself in the head.

Before or after

you broke her nose?

He was a suspect

in the cut up woman case.

The two inspectors

knew him,

they knocked on his door, and voila.

- He worked

at the Ministry of the Interior

and apparently

he was also involved in politics.

"Police against leagues:

two dead."

I don't want that headline.

- Me neither.

- All the signs of belonging

to a league

- Must disappear, that's understood.

Wash your hands.

You have traces of powder.

Melancholy music



- A hero dies,

his colleague avenges him

and solve the mysterious homicide

of the week.

Finally,

it's a good day for the prefecture.



Gentlemen.



- The woman in the suitcase

was single.