POUR LA PEAU D'UN FLIC 1981 (Alain Delon, Anne Parillaud, Daniel Ceccaldi, Michel Auclair)

Be careful... Go! 1'6. Are you okay, girl?... Stop, shit, someone's there. Or ? In your office, a client. OK, we'll continue later... Nails. Madam. Mr Jackdaw? Yes. Isabelle Pigot. Please sit down. THANKS. She lived with me in Versailles, she worked at the Institute. Which Institute? The Stanislas Baudriard Foundation. He is dedicated to the social integration of young blind people. Is she blind? Yes. Do you agree to look for her? You will be able to write me a check, Madame Pigot, and then I will ask you all the questions that the police have already asked you. Thank you sir. You will write it in the name of Tarpon, Eugène Tarpon, my partner. A dry Martini, Georges. My name is Jean, sir. Who is your husband? The burgundy jacket at the big table. And your wife ? Yes, we are a modern couple... Good night Georges. Jean, sir... Good night. Yes. Mr Jackdaw? Yes. Madame Pigot, I need to see you right away. Yes in half an hour. Neither at your place, nor at mine. Esplanade du Trocadéro around 6 a.m. "Dear Sir, I learned that my mother called on you to find me. It's useless, I left on my own to join my fiancé abroad. There is therefore no point in you wasting your time, and my mother her money. Sincerely yours. What do you think, Choucas? I think we are taken for idiots. "In a fit of madness a former RB inspector kills a police commissioner". You hear ? Yes, continue. “It appears that it was Choucas the killer at 45 who shot Madame Pigot on the Trocadéro esplanade.” “Unmasked by Commissioner Madrier, he would likely have murdered her with the same weapon.” Where you go ? I think it's time to go talk to Tarpon. I think so too. Be careful, eh? It took you a long time. I didn't want to wake you up in the middle of the night. You should have. We invented a fictitious associate for you named Tarpon, so that you could, if necessary, benefit from the help and information that a retired police officer named Haymann was likely to provide. This same Haymann preferring to remain in the shadows. Well yes but... In the shadows. Not in ignorance, not apart. All right ? Well I'm here, right? I was worried, that's all. So big grasshopper? Poor bastard!... Well, what if you took off my bandage? If I want... HEP!... Oh no... In these cases, Belmondo simply allows himself a little manly grimace. Yes, well leave Belmondo where he is, will you?... I think I found it. La Verte Colline... Pseudo-medical establishment. With its mud baths and seaweed treatments. Its laboratories and its preparations, could and can at leisure play with acetone, acetic anhydride and tartaric acid, without otherwise arousing suspicion. Yes and so ? And so?... Well, it is from these products that, through a precise but relatively simple process, morphine base is transformed into heroin. You see what I mean ? So what do you suggest? I know one who didn't sleep much last night... Oh right, and by the way... Commissioner Haymann... Rest Coccioli, I'm retired. But what... No, but what he's trying to say is what are you doing here? Coccioli, Haymann also has another name: Tarpon, Eugène, my partner. Oh well shit... As you say.