Time of the Wolves (Le Temps des loups)

…fearsome thief… idolises Dillinger,

the American gangster of the 1930s…

Dillinger's latest exploit…

Dillinger robbed a bank on the

Champs-Elysées at 3 o'clock.

Dillinger hold-up…

Incredibly bold gangster… Dillinger…

…special… Pseudo-Dillinger…

Inspector Kramer declares war on gangsters.

War on gangs.

Dillinger hold-up on the Champs-Elysées…

Inspector Kramer declares war on gangs.

Inspector Kramer, please,

would you like to make a statement for TV?

-Any new clues? -Inspector, a photo?

Any new clues Inspector? Please.

Is he hiding in Paris?

you don't mind looking ridiculous?

was the pseudo-Dillinger your childhood friend?

You can go in now, Sir.

Don't move.

…left in a police car.

-That way? -Yes, that way.

Got the diamonds?

Yes. You have the money?

Don't touch.

Don't try anything.

Albert. The diamonds have fallen into the vat.

-Take him, I'll go. -Are you mad?

Albert. The second one.

-Where's Al? -Getting the rocks.

In the car.

God, what's he doing.

Shit, the cops. Let's go.

It's stopped bleeding. I was afraid it was an artery.

Don't say I'm hurting you.

I've performed miracles with these gentle hands.

As a healer?

No, as a pick-pocket.

Now I understand.

My speciality was ladies' handbags.

I was always humane, mind.

The little maid out and about, no.

But the broads with the expensive coats? I was so skilful with them.

You're less skilful at bandaging.

I could have nicked a cop's socks

without taking his shoes off.

Shut up you two.

You unnerved me.

The bastards.

They almost had us.

I waited for the cops to go. I wanted to recover the diamonds.

Impossible.

Lost.

Somebody will do alright out of it.

There was a big one and a small one.

The small one had a Salvador Dalí moustache.

Was the getaway car an ID or a DS?

A black DS. I'm certain.

-Sure? -I'm sure.

At last. What is it?

You know I don't like pâté.

Still fussy?

Last orders gentlemen.

I asked for two sandwiches.

I'll see if he's still here.

-Someone from the Interior Ministry. -Tell them I've left.

Sorry, he's left.

I'll be in "The Village".

Can I take your order?

Three Village steaks.

-And after? -For dessert?

An orange sorbet.

A crème caramel.

A crème caramel. And you Sir?

Just coffee.

-Have you decided? -The usual.

And quickly, I'm in a rush.

As usual. And for dessert?

I'll wait until you're free.

When you've arrested Dillinger.

We'll be waiting a while.

Funny, I never know when you are being serious.

Hence my charm.

Hello, sheriff.

Is that you? You've wrecked my rear-view mirror.

Wait, don't turn around, I'll be forced to shoot you.

Happy to see me?

-Would you believe me if I said yes? -Of course.

-Can I smoke? -No, don't move.

-I'll light you one. -You don't trust me?

Never trust a cop.

So,

looking for somewhere quiet for a secret smoke.

No, don't try that sentimental trick.

You're already in all my childhood memories.

In class, the playground,

the carousels, even catechism.

-How's your mother? -Good.

-She still in Lisieux? -Here we go.

Turning a friendly chat into an interrogation.

She must be proud of her criminal son.

We need crooks, you idiot.

They provide jobs to loads of people, like you.

-I employ lots of people. -Including undertakers.

Everyone's trying to put me away, but I'm still here.

Justice is a beautiful thing.

Was that what you came to tell me?

I didn't want my good friend, the sheriff, to look like a fool.

"Dillinger, the Killer with a Heart", nice headline.

Enough with the irony.

Here's the address for the diamonds.

An accomplice wouldn't say more. Why this gift?

Let's say friendship.

I'm going now.

You go straight ahead. Don't try and arrest or find me.

-I can give you my word for today. -A cop's word?

It's rare, but it exists.

Cops are like finger prints. No two are the same.

…time to dine.

He didn't want this case, so there's no rush.

-Why? -As if you don't know.

He's looking for him, but prays that he doesn't find him.

I've finished praying. I'll wait for you downstairs.

Do you feel better?

I have a fever. I'll use it, it helps with the writing.

It's wonderful.

Separated by thirty years, your lives are almost the same.

Of course, I've been trying to be like him since I was a youth.

But you're not like him.

What do you mean I'm not like him?

No, not at all.

Have you read it? There's the planning of the jobs.

The difference is, he did them in New York and Chicago, and you do them here.

But as far as ideas go…

you're the stronger. I say so, here.

You know, in life, it's a matter of choice.

What do you mean?

Nothing, I was thinking about death.

It's true.

We can die at any time, and we don't care.

Others prepare for death all their lives, that's why they're unhappy.

Can I write that, to end my chapter?

Don't forget it.

Are you sure it works?

Relax: a little gas and they'll be asleep for a few minutes.

Like they're closed.

Let's go.

Well done. He put you lot to sleep too.

It's not me saying that, it's the press.

We went as fast as we could.

And completely missed them.

There was traffic.

Traffic stops you, but not the thieves from getting away.

I've pestered all departments for extra men.

You've had twice as many men for a week now.

And the result? Twice as many hold-ups.

Right, get out.

-Boss. -What now?

They don't have the guts, so I'll say it:

We're lost.

We have no clues.

The informers aren't saying anything. They're afraid.

Contradictory testimonies.

Is this a lesson on witness reliability?

I'd never do such a thing.

But we would like to know what you would do.

You can leave now.

Special measures to lead the fight against the pseudo-Dillinger.

Inspector Kramer declares war on gangs.

IN FACE OF INCREASE IN HOLD-UPS IN FRANCE

The boss is waiting for you.

Take a seat.

I've done what was necessary.

I'm losing you as a customer in the night club, since it looks like…

you're going on holiday.

Here's the full set.

They're all trump cards.

No, put that there.

He says thanks. The cards are perfect.

More genuine than the real ones.

And let me know if you need passports.

He gave me 100 francs, and didn't even look at me.

What do I owe you?

Tenth grade… ninth… sixth…

Where are you? Look. There.

Next to your inseparable friend.

-What was his name? -Robert.

That's it.

Yes, you were always fighting.

With children, it's a sign of great friendship.

True. Can I?

All of us are looking for our childhood, to some extent.

He was the sheriff, and you, leader of the bandits.

No. It was the other way round.

Sheriffs and bandits who studied here

are probably now respectable family men.

Not all of them.

Your friend, he was a brilliant lad. Have you seen him since?

No. Unfortunately.