Not a lot of passing trade at this hour.
It's early yet. Move along, ma chère. You make the place look crowded.
I wouldn't worry, we're not in the same class.
That attitude won't get you far round here sweet thing.
I just want to find someone. Name of Bouchard.
You won't find him here, ma chère. He did run the club across the road, Le Serpent Rouge,
but had to move premises. There was a lot of trouble I heard.
Things needed to lie quiet for a while.
And no one knows where he is.
What do you need with a dangerous individual like Bouchard?
I'm trying to track down a friend's movements.
Lost is he?
Dead. But he made contact with Bouchard before he... checked out.
Tell you what. There's two guys who used to work at Le Serpent Rouge.
So Bouchard didn't lose everybody?
No. These two left before the troubles closed the place down.
One's a miserable old devil called Bernard who was the janitor there.
He hangs about in the park sometimes.
And the other one?
The other one, Pierre, worked as a barman. Makes bad deals
that backfire on him.
He runs the café in the Place d'Arcade now.
Café Metro. You never know. Might be worth a shot.
What makes this café owner so unlucky?
Oh, he's a total loser. Claims Bouchard held back some money
or something of his and kept it at the club.
I don't know the details.
Better than anything I have so far. Thanks. I didn't catch your name.
Janice.
Does anyone know who's causing Bouchard all this grief? Or why?
No. Or they're not saying.
The Monstrum has got everyone too scared to talk.
I'd have thought Bouchard would be geared up for trouble.
He can handle it alright. No one better.
But the way his people have been dying - so ugly.
And that poor woman...
What woman?
Someone called Carvier.
She worked at the Louvre it said on the radio. I don't want to talk about it.
Carvier!
No. You watch out, ma chère.
There's a lot of sickoes loose on the streets.
Yeah.
That's OK. Some of us like it that way.