A Gang Story Page #3

Sh*t!

We won't make it!

- We always do!

We're screwed!

Police!

Don't shoot!

Let go, son of a b*tch!

Don't move!

Gimme your wrists!

Don't move!

I got your whole gang!

Christo, Danny,

Pipo, Serge...

The Lyons gang's over.

- I don't follow you.

In 2 days, you'll be less cute.

And Georges Malakion, aka Shan,

you don't know him either?

Denying it all won't help you, pal.

We moved

when we had the goods on you.

We've been on your ass 2 years.

without our chicks,

staked out watching you get laid.

So we're edgy!

We invested in scrap metal.

Let's try another tack.

You like steaks, Momon?

Answer.

You like steaks?

Yeah, I do.

Get in!

Remember it?

Historical lunch:

Bastiani and Momon Vidal.

In the middle that jerk Mangin

shitting in his pants.

I haven't forgotten a thing, Momon.

The greenhorn sitting right there

was me.

Fresh out of cop school.

Refill, please!

Know why I brought you here?

For the pleasure.

To get to know you.

As a rule, hoods

aren't my thing.

Their deeds, lives, big mouths,

don't grab me.

I prefer honest folks,

has to do with my background,

my principles.

Thanks.

But you're special.

Good father, good son, good husband,

good friend...

I gotta admit it,

moments like that

are rare in a cop's life.

I'll tell you a secret:

the guy I admired that day

wasn't Bastiani.

It was you.

I almost hoped you'd lam it.

You could've, I know that.

But you gave us your word.

Back then thugs had a word.

They didn't mow down cops

in hospital waiting-rooms.

Without the stickups,

you'd have made a fine son-in-law.

You got no proof.

I got a map from a hangar

one of your pals led us to.

With the routes

of all your latest heists.

We also found also guns and loot.

Enough to put you away for 20 years.

Our guys don't rat.

There's nothing to rat about.

One can be wrong about pals.

Even you.

You didn't bust out Suttel,

but you knew about it.

I just hope you weren't

in charge of that mess.

I've been in charge of nothing

for 25 years.

All top cops know that.

A sleeping thug is a thug, Momon.

As one ages,

wake-up calls get harder.

Specially in a jail cell.

I won't let up.

Till you deliver your pal.

You'll lose everything:

your wife, home, kids,

your kids' kids.

It's more than you can take.

Listen to this, Lt.

If that ever happens,

I'll be just as rough.

This time it's on me.

Why's the Greek not here?

- Shut your trap!

Stop, you f***er!

Stop!

Let go of me!

Say he's the boss

and we'll stop.

Go eat your mom's ass!

Gypsies are all scumbags.

I'm Armenian!

Stop, you f***er!

Stop!

Champagne all around!

It's Suttel's treat!

We grabbed 100,000!

That (mofo)mother f***er...

That (mofo)mother

f***er wasted my buddy Carlo!

Champagne, dammit!

It's Yasmine.

There's a loudmouth

saying he helped bust out Suttel.

He's armed and flashing dough.

OK.

No, no!

The dog was a warning.

Next time

we impale your wife, f***er.

Who are you, what do you want?

Suttel's address.

Then we quit bugging you.

Cuntface, there's 2 possibilities:

you don't know who I am

to talk like that,

or you got the wrong number.

Pray it's the latter.

Tonight I'll be gone, Momon.

Why all the cops?

They fear a jailbreak.

Once you're my wife,

they can't bust you.

No collusion between spouses.

Tell us where Suttel's hiding

and we'll leave.

We asked your pal Diego,

but he wouldn't talk.

We know you know.

Want your balls sewn in your mouth?

I was just on his bust out.

Dunno where he is, I swear.

I swear!

No! Stop!

No!

I'm listening.

I dick his daughter now and then.

I know where she's hiding.

Lilou and the kid

are on Christo's farm.

They're fine.

She said don't come visit.

She's pissed off about Carlo.

You had to kill him,

or was there more?

You're a pain, like a cop.

What you getting at?

Just trying to understand.

There's nothing to understand.

Zerbib is small potatoes.

Someone bigger's

pulling the strings.

Who else did you shaft?

Serge, I gotta know.

They killed my dog,

threatened my family.

To hit back, I gotta know 'em.

Soon I'll be gone.

You can relax again.

Don't worry.

Go to your bedroom.

I'll be up in 5 minutes.

Night, fella.

- Night, Christo.

What'll happen to my dad?

You don't need to know.

And if the cops haul you in?

We'll do as we always did.

Clam up, get beaten.

Get beaten or snitch, that it?

That's it.

Quick, hurry!

Wait.

Get in there. Don't move, OK?

Age slows one's reflexes, Christo.

I still got enough juice...

to ream your mom's ass, shithead!

Mom!

Lucas, don't worry!

Don't worry.

Put on the Greek.

Dirty f***ers!

The f***ers!

Don't stay there.

Sorry son, you're all I had.

We'll take care of him.

Your mom OK?

She'd lost the habit.

So had I.

I know where to find Zerbib.

A life for a life.

You know the rule.

Go f*** yourselves.

Stop it, Serge.

We know your address, don't forget.

You get your papers and dough

in 2 days. Then we're quits.

Who you calling?

Yeah.

It's me.

The kid spoke to me.

He heard one guy phone the Greek.

To the Lyons gang!

The Lyons gang!

Why no Greek?

We're stars!

You a real or a fake Gypsy?

Reassure me.

Is it true

what they say about Greeks?

He got you there!

He's good, real good!

Champagne!

What's it now?

May I?

I hope it wasn't used

to kill Zerbib.

Coffee?

Our Grenoble office filled me in.

They got a witness.

His broad was in the pool

when her guy got wasted.

She said it was 2 guys in their 50s,

but the description was vague.

You nip down to Grenoble last night?

Sugar?

No sugar.

Well, Momon...

We gotta go to my office

for questioning.

Shower and pack a small bag:

it may be a bit long.

Gimme 2 days, Brauner.

Then I'll meet you where you want.

You got my word.

It's 8:
54.

In 2 days at my office, same time.

A minute late's an extra year

in jail, OK?

...As for Momon Vidal,

said to be

the boss

of this bunch of blackguards,

he's not a mobster,

he has no blood on his hands.

He doesn't deserve the life sentence

wanted by the Prosecution.

He was unjustly sent to jail aged 18

for stealing a crate of cherries.

You asked for 5 years

for Jeanne Vidal,

claiming it was "lenient". In fact,

she was only her husband's wife.

Even if she'd known what he did,

she couldn't have turned him in.

Don't split up this couple.

Jeanne deserves

to be freed tonight.

As for Edmond Vidal,

I ask you for a...

fair sentence.

One that leaves him hope.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Court will retire.

It resumes

after the deliberations.

We didn't spill enough about the SAC

and the politicos.

"Politics", they say,

"looks like a turd,

but should stink less."

Let all that sh*t lie.

And if I get life?

- You won't, trust me.

You'll have to do a bit of time.

That's how it is.

Not for your stickups:

for your insolence.

You ridiculed them for over 4 years.

Even without evidence,

they'll make you pay.

Because the Greek squealed!

We're not sure it was him.

You only know what the cops said.

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