01x06 - Episode 6

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I'm busy on Sunday morning.

Go to church without me.

Where will you be?

Where do you think?

See these hands?

This one's the hospital,
and this one's the morgue.

I can play with you for hours,

without you passing out.

You know the score.

I was doing this job before you.

Your survival depends on your answers.

Understand?

Paul Cétinet.
Notre-Dame de la Miséricorde.

I know about all that.

My little Jesus told me.

- My little Paul.
- Spit it out.

Syphilis at the seminary.

A young vicar confesses.
He has a sore on the end of his d*ck.

There's a risk of contagion.

- What does the diocese do?
- They call a doctor.

Good old Doctor Verlot.

He checks under the cassocks.
He finds seven.

Seven of them have syphilis.

Notre-Dame is closed down,
Paul is kicked out of the priesthood,

and the others are dispersed.

The one who confessed first.

It was Henri Martel?

Transferred to Sainte-Catherine.
Poor thing.

He feels bad about being a p*nsy.

He's read the Bible.

So he tries to make up for it
with a young lady.

Rosalie Dantremont.

Unfortunately he gets her up the duff.
The diocese tells Fondari,

Fondari tells me.

And you made her register.

Just another wh*re...

Who'll listen to her?

Doctor Verlot.

An agent for the police.
Fondari loves him.

He gives us his list of
syphilitic patients, has done for years.

Public health.

Identifying the ill.

Protecting innocent people.

- Who runs Bagatelle?
- Verlot and I.

The owner is
a former patient of the doctor's.

He lent us the keys.

The best sofa in Paris,
with the compliments of the vice squad.

Comfort, discretion, and handsome boys.

I've seen ministers,
senators, bishops--

And you took
some first-class photos for Fondari.

Third bedroom on the right.

There's a secret room behind the mirror.

The clients pay.

Through the nose.

- Who gets the cash?
- The doctor.

He spends it all on research.

Our dear Doctor Verlot
wants to cure syphilis.

He's come up with an arsenic blend

that he loves trying out
on his patients.

Who k*lled Ernest Cronier?

Paul, and the coachman.

Paul didn't take it well.

My Jesus was getting older...

It's a tiring job.
Do you know why he k*lled himself?

Jealousy.

He couldn't bear being replaced.

Jeanne Chauvin.

She was getting too close to the vicars.
Fondari gave the order.

But you did it.

If you keep mixing with wh*res,
you end up...

Becoming one.

Do you want to k*ll him,
or get your life back?

Why do you think he's here?

For the kit. The files, the photos.

That's what it always boils down to.
Who has the goods?

How do you get into the secret room?

The mask on the wall.

Hey. Fiersi.

Fiersi...

See, I know your name.

Does Deadly Lips pay you in kind?

You're asking to be k*lled.

Don't make the wrong friends.

Jouin is done for.

He's a nancy.
That's why we framed him. It's credible.

You need to choose between
a poof and Monsieur Fondari.

You're a reasonable man.

We can help you out,
get you back on the vice squad.

Hey.

Your life is worth more than his.

- Can you run?
- I can try.

Put your g*n down.

Your boss is dead,
and you're out of a job.

The gate.

If you know your place,

I won't hurt you.

No more than is necessary.

One day, I'll k*ll you.

Now, now.

You wouldn't want to make
your daughter an orphan.

Is he going to die?

No, he's fine.

Mum's sewing him up,
like she did to Julien the other day.

He's just being a baby.

That's it.

He's dead.

I hope everyone's in bed,
because I'm coming to check.

Dad.

Is your friend dead?

What friend? You didn't see anyone.

Daddy was with you all evening.

Okay?

Okay.

Wake up, darling. It's late.

What do you want me to say?

I warned you not to marry him.

You never listen to me.

He's in the stronger position - for now.

If he wants to be in charge, let him.
It won't last. He's a failure.

Failure is the only thing he likes.

Make the most of it.
Go out for a bit. Take Marthe.

Look at you.

You don't set foot outside.
You're letting yourself go.

You've got talent, and capital.

All you're missing is a new protector.

He could be one of the guests.

Get to work, love.

You could work for another ten years,
if you take care of yourself.

The Mother Superior wants to see you.

It's about her protégé.

She knows everything. I'm sorry.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Reverend Mother?

The commissioner
has a few questions for you.

Come closer.

How old are you?

I'm 21, sir.

Sister Justine is a novice.

She's yet to take her final vows.

We hope she will.

And are you comfortable in that habit?

Yes, sir.

It's the most beautiful dress there is.

Good.

If you want to keep wearing it,

I suggest you tell me everything you know
about Rosalie Dantremont.

And the way the vice squad treated her.

Ladies and gentlemen, step back.

The wardens saw two men leave:
one was broad, with a beard,

and one was in his thirties,
brown hair, thin.

The latter is wounded
and easily identifiable.

They k*lled each other.

That much is obvious.

Reconstruction.

Are you joking?

He must be joking.

Is the doctor available sooner?

No.

It's not an emergency, but...

I had sexual relations recently
and I'm worried about the consequences.

No, not a pregnancy.

It's something else.

Okay.

Okay, Tuesday.
I'll keep that appointment. Thank you.

Weidmann and Chauvin.

Maître Chauvin speaking.

I'm calling from Elegance and Tradition,
about your order.

I haven't ordered anything.

I believe Inspector Antoine Jouin
has reserved a hat for you.

If you'd like to come by and try it on,
it's ready for you.

Sir?

Are you dead?

Mum!

He's not dead!

Congratulations.

- Excuse me?
- For the christening.

Is it a boy or a girl?

A girl. Angèle.

You have a visitor.

Are you okay?

I told you I'd find them.

Am I supposed to thank you?

No.

I want to make a statement
before I'm arrested.

Is that his wife?

No.

His lawyer.

Is that all?

That's all Guichard said.

Guichard is dead. So is the coachman.
Doctor Verlot committed suicide.

We have no evidence against Fondari.

The only witnesses
are guilty of m*rder and robbery.

A career criminal and a suspended
police officer who's also an invert.

I'd rather k*ll myself
than defend this case in court.

You're never in court, anyway.

Say a word and they'll destroy you.

And your friend the milliner
will go down with you.

I should send you both
to the guillotine.

Stupid little b*stard.

Could he not have laid low for a day?
No.

One day at home without k*lling anyone
or jumping out of a building.

Is that too much to ask?

We've found the carriage, sir.
We have a team there.

I asked them to check
every inch for fingerprints.

Quemener, lad.

They want you in the anthropometry lab.

Professor Bertillon
needs volunteers for an experiment.

- But the investigation--
- Is coming along.

Don't worry about that.

Very well.

Is that funny?

Have you found Verlot's records?

I have a Fichet key.
Now I just need the safe.

Hold on, we're nearly ready.

Right.

There.

That's my dress.

Do make up your mind.
I was told to save money.

Grandma says
it suits me better than you.

You're too old for it now.

It's true. You don't wear it anymore.

It fits you beautifully.

Commissioner Lépine's office?

One moment. I'll see if--

Superintendent Cochefert.

Lépine.

I'll meet you there.

Would you like me to accompany you, sir?

Watch your shoes.

The syphilis phonebook.

It's a blackmail machine, sir.
Names, dates, diagnoses.

- Notre-Dame de la Miséricorde?
- Seven cases.

Henri Martel, Paul Cétinet,
and five others.

Judge Boucart?

He's been ill for ten years.

Bertillon?

A hypochondriac.

Right.

These files are evidence.

Who do you want to give them to?
Judge Boucart?

The vice squad?

They mustn't be destroyed, stolen,
or damaged in any way.

I'll swap them.

For Jouin.

- Send my regards to Mme Steinheil.
- I don't work for her anymore.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been ten years
since my last confession.

I had things to do.

Don't you have anything to say?

You'd usually be the one to speak.
I'm listening.

I betrayed my wife's memory.

I slept with a married woman.

Is that all?

No.

What else?

I was head of the police.

- That's a job, not a sin.
- Do you think so?

I lied.

I cheated.

I covered up crimes.

I protected the institution
instead of the victims.

You know what I mean.
You're just the same.

Accusing someone else
isn't a sign of repentance.

Nevertheless, my repentance is sincere.

I have Dr Verlot's medical records.

Names, dates, diagnoses.

Tell me what I should do with them.

Do I give them to the press
the day I resign?

I would encourage you
to stay in your job.

Did Father Martel kneel like me?

For your penance, say a rosary
and make an act of contrition.

Did he tell you about the dormitories
of Notre-Dame de la Miséricorde?

Did he tell you
he got Rosalie Dantremont pregnant?

- Go in peace.
- I don't care about your absolution.

I'm only interested in your confession.

I'm listening.

East, west, north, south.

Five men per compass point.

Wait for my signal.

Three, two, one,

go.

Quicker!

Quicker!

Stop! No, no, no.

This isn't working.

No, it's not working.

It's too messy.

Let's say that
when you need to pass someone,

you give way
to those coming from the left.

No!

From the right.

Give way to the right.

No.

That's enough.
Why aren't you going anywhere?

- They're in the way.
- I'm on his right.

Those on the right never let us through.

My God, you're pathetic.

Because of your inanity,
we're going in circles.

We're going in circles...

Chief Superintendent Fondari.

Come in, Fondari, come in.

I was just reading your work.

No matter how much I looked,

I couldn't find a single mention
of the Château de Bagatelle.

Your department
does know about this sofa?

We've known for five months.

p*rn*graphy, prostitution,
organised blackmail...

Why wasn't I informed?

One of your acquaintances
is a client there.

Steinheil, the painter.

As we don't know the exact nature
of your relationship with the Steinheils,

we had to be careful.

Between us, the ministry is embarrassed.

I offered to intervene,
and they said no, there was no hurry.

You know what it's like.

They want names.

They like making lists.

You're untouchable.

I've asked the ministry for your head
three times. They always refuse.

I'm glad you're so... persistent.

Watch out for the fourth try.

There's all sorts in your records,
but no cassocks.

How come?

Do you think I believe
these gentlemen keep their chastity vows?

Sir...

Anticlericalism is all the rage.

But coming from a commissioner?

A representative of the state.

- France is a Catholic country.
- Of course.

And you are yourself
an excellent Christian.

Honoured with the Order of Malta,
I believe.

For services to the diocese?

Despite all the respect I have for you,

that implication is uncalled for.

Let me ask you officially.

Do you possess, yes or no,

records involving members of the clergy?

No.

None at all?

I've just answered you, sir.

Statements.

Father Martel,

vicar at Saint-Cyr-au-Mont-d'Or.

One Sister Justine,
a Prefecture employee.

And Father Gardey,

general vicar of the diocese.

The clergy's giving you up.

Read them, please. They're enlightening.

You see,
these institutions are heartless.

You spend your life defending them,

and they betray you overnight.

That's a bit low.

Inspector Guichard
is no longer here to defend himself.

Father Gardey doesn't know Guichard.

You're the one he named.

It's there in black and white.

I can't bring you down for Bagatelle,

but I'll have your head
for the Dantremont case.

I actually prefer it that way.

A poor girl, forced to register,
and abused for months.

The church pointed her out,
and the police did the rest.

Let's be serious.

If I had to answer to these accusations

publicly,

you can imagine the scandal.

Ah, yes.

The apocalypse.

Why do you think I'd give a damn?

Sing, little bird.

Sing!

Let us hear your lovely voice.

Tell us your little secrets.

Treat us to your lewd gossip
and your saucy tales.

What is it?
Is your memory failing you, pal?

Here are your pink records.

Senator What's-His-Name
takes it up the arse

in the stock exchange urinals!

Colonel Thingamajig
sucks c*ck on the Grands Boulevards!

Countess c**t
shags her servants in pairs!

And Commissioner Léprick
pays Deadly Lips for blow jobs!

Sing, you b*stard.

Sing!

Sir!

Chief Superintendent Fondari

has had a little accident.

Help him, please.

I have a meeting at the ministry
on Monday at five.

I'll offer them your head,

or mine.

I'd be happy with either.

On the subject of your vocation...

If it's still relevant.

You understand, of course, the situation
the Sisters of Marie-Joseph are in.

Having said that,

there are many convents in the provinces

that would be happy and proud
to have you.

I would rather keep you with me.

But I don't want
to make your decisions for you.

As long as I can be of use to you,
I don't need anything else.

Monsieur Mercadier's complaint about you
has been closed.

It won't appear
on your professional record.

If your reputation has been sullied
because of this incident,

know that I am sorry.

Neither I nor your colleagues
in the vice squad

have any doubts about your morality.

Pederast... Even if I leave the police,

everyone will think it's true.

So what? It's not on your record.

If I behave, I could have a good career.

The commissioner has agreed
to delist a number of young women.

Including Rosalie.

She's getting out.

Isn't that what you wanted?

No, don't mind me.

Maître,

once you've finished with your client,
please come to my office.

I have a defence speech to prepare.

Yes...

Yes, keep going. That's it.

There, it works perfectly. Wonderful.

Gentlemen, this is excellent.

Okay.

Found innocent,

promoted,

a new hat under your arm.

Go home, give it to your wife.

While she's trying it on,
you hold your daughter.

Madame sees you both, she's moved.
You kiss her.

Ulysses going home to Penelope.

Unless Penelope
is fed up with needlework.

A couple's equilibrium
is a fragile thing.

You can't fix it with a hat.

She has to feel she can trust you.

Reassure her.

You could start by suggesting...

a respectable godfather for her child.

A kind person, with moral authority.

I already have a godfather.

A crook at a christening...

Is it any wonder?

We've been talking about Penelope,

but what about Ulysses?

Does he want to go home?

I've got a letter for you.

From Father Martel.

You can open it.

The police commissioner
is willing to consider freeing you.

And maybe delisting you.

You'll be able to leave.

And go where?

All the artists go to the woods.

Gervex, Béraud, Vallotton...

They go in summer, or in autumn.

But not in winter.

They stay warm,
daubing the girls in the Moulin Rouge,

waiting for the following spring.

But it's in winter
that the truth appears.

The woods are bare.

It can't hide its secrets.

It's clear to see
you spent a lot of time there.

With a good fur coat and gloves,

you survive.

I'm surprised to see
an almost English style.

What's that artist called,
across the channel? Grimwall?

- Atkinson Grimshaw.
- Oh, yes. Grimshaw.

But tell me, Steinheil,
where are the elves,

the pixies, and Hop-o'-My-Thumb?

The ogre ate him.

Good evening.

Now here's someone
who deserves an exhibition.

Sometimes, my daughter models for me.

She's a very patient child.

A child?

How old are you, dear?

I'm fourteen.

The sweet scent of youth...

Look out, madame.

You have competition.

I'm not worried about that.
This is a family business.

Don't forget the theatre, darling.

- Don't be late.
- What are you going to see?

- Bel-Ami.
- Excellent!

That shall be very enlightening.

Excuse me.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

May I?

Steinheil, are you playing?

I think the house will give me credit.

Gentlemen.

The wheel...

is spinning.

Parisian prostit*tes were "registered"
by the police until 1945.

The "pederast register"
was kept updated until1982.

Almost 70,000 roundabouts
were identified in France in 2022.