Adopting Terror Page #5

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Also, you're often seen in a cafe

behind the artillery barracks.

It's cold out...

The owner is called Valko.

He has a limp.

Two days later, you paid him

with a 100-franc note. From where?

Oh, yes! I sold Boche

field-glasses to civvies.

Any point in asking

for the names of the buyers?

It's all done on the sly, you know.

But one of them was short and fat...

Let's say, medium...

with black eyes...

Black-brown...

That's enough, Beuillard!

Don't lay it on.

Know how to drive a motor-car?

You were heard to say:

"They'll never nab those guys!"

So you know them?

No! Everybody said it.

Don't have to know 'em.

- But you know one of them.

- From the attack group?

No, poker partner. Gunner Forgeol.

Pharmacy student. Handsome.

A gambler. Like you...

I'll get you! You or Grenais'

or the other one...

You cracked the cashier's skull

as if she were an enemy sentry.

A poor woman of 49

who took a week to die'

moaning in pain the whole time.

Very sad, sir, but it wasn't me!

Take him away!

Very well, sir.

And Sergeant Grenais?

Don't bother.

These two know their parts.

We'll get the pharmacist yet.

I must have stolen this, too!

The hour of revenge is at hand

Against us of the clan

Officers, chiefs and priest

Some of them are just asking for it!

You!

It's about time!

I'm prisoner Erlane's mother.

Jean Erlane.

Once again, Lieutenant...

I'm an officer's widow.

You are a Lt.?

Parcels I sent my son

were stolen again.

First, a Swiss knife.

Now, mouthwash.

Sorry, Madam...

You're sorry but do nothing

to improve the situation.

My son is the victim

of a monstrous error'

and nothing is done.

Nothing!

It's him!

You! Yes, you!

My parcel

contained a bottle of mouthwash.

Who took it?

By what right?

But, Madam, it contains alcohol!

You're allowed to visit'

send parcels. I can't do more!

I'll see Pitard de Lauzier!

The general is my cousin.

I know, Madam...

See him, then! What can I say?

If your family gets

preferential treatment, I submit.

Can she speak?

Hard as wood.

General peritonitis.

Operating

would be a pointless butchery.

Care to see the cashier?

Since she's dead...

You summoned me'

Mr Judge Advocate?

- Want to see the corpse?

- I know stiffs.

Take a look! Attacked

and battered by sick brutes!

You can't protect murderers!

There's no one I admire

more than you'

but there's a limit.

I came to tell you...

I remember now:

The night of the attack...

I'd assigned Beuillard

and Grenais to sentry duty.

You have to let 'em go.

I brought you the duty roster.

Don't do this, Conan!

It's a forgery, for sure.

You'll go down with them.

The cashier's dead! The gunner

will talk. I'll get the evidence.

I taught my boys not to get killed

or screwed by pricks like you!

You know they f***ed up.

They have to pay!

You're not their nurse.

They'll go back

to their fields and factories.

What'll you do? Whistle them up

Sundays for a raid?

A swell idea, that.

Sure, a swell idea.

What'd you do in civilian life?

Civilian life?

That's ages ago.

Sewing notions.

Shirts, too...

My dad and I did the markets.

This one, too?

Well, why not...

You like dropping charges?

When necessary, sir.

Case closed.

Clear the decks!

But not when it's flagrant.

The Crystal Palace, for instance...

I have some suspects, sir.

Don't wear kid gloves!

"Come clean! It's you!"

Baml Get a confession!

The best is to scare them.

They don't scare easily, sir.

Personally, I have nothing against

the English. They're...

not very bright but very practical.

Sensational with simple stuff.

Some leaves, hot water, a pot...

Tea!

A round ball'

rolls it with your foot... Soccer!

Pick it up in your hands... Rugby!

Excuse me, sir.

I put in for special leave...

I'd like to know.

I was told.

5 days?

I need a cast-iron excuse.

I want to defend my men

at the court martial, sir.

Yes, well, if you think...

Affirmative.

Sorry, sir, but I'm afraid

that's impossible.

The General

needs a competent officer

for the border control mission.

I recommended Lt. Conan.

The posting's come through.

Well, if the General

appointed you...

Nice stunt!

I oughta bust your head!

It wouldn't help.

I'd feel better.

From now on, watch your step!

So you prefer your thugs.

No laws! No morality!

I'm serious! To each his own!

So watch your ass!

That what you teach your students?

To be a cop?

Inspector Stefanesco...

Deputy Inspector Romesco.

Lt. Norbert, Judge Advocate.

- Shall we go?

- Now?

It's best now. We'll surprise them.

- We won't understand them.

- So?

Insist they speak French.

Try another solution, M. Loisy:

Trust.

Hurry before we lose them.

What pitiful creatures!

At night, they create an illusion.

What's he doing?

Searching! This isn't a tea room!

Thanks! I noticed!

He says there's a Frenchman

down the hall.

We expected you, Lt.

"We"? I don't understand, miss.

Sure you do!

She and I make "We."

You made a racket coming up.

You should've left by now!

I did leave! I stopped off

to say goodbye to a friend.

You have to bug my girl, too?

House search, Mr. Officer!

This is your home.

Tell them to piss off!

Go on, tell them!

Tell him to get his paws off!

A real pack of scum...

But you take the cake!

Nice, that chair trick!

Tell your pal to stand aside.

Shut up, fart! Salute and shut up.

See you, angel.

As for you...

You let him go like that?

He's off on a mission.

More reason to stop him!

I had the General appoint him.

If he showed in court'

he could get his men acguitted.

And that, never!

There's a compatriot of yours'

Miss Georgette...

Excuse me. I have a slight fever

and must stay in bed.

But don't stand there, Lieutenant...

Do sit down.

These Romanian officers

are helping me

on the Crystal Palace case.

I never set foot in there'

young man.

When I first got here'

in Feb. 1912...

...God, how time flies!

I'd just got my diploma.

There was a post as French tutor...

Know this one?

Him neither!

When misfortune strikes'

you think it's once and for all.

But it's only the beginning

of your troubles...

The bastard!

You know him?

A real thug!

A brute.

Forgeot.

Forgeol!

He'd extort money from the girls.

I sure gave it to him!

But some girls give in right away.

They still beat you up.

They knock you teeth out'

give you cigarette burns.

I told them:

For Frenchmen, you're vile!

And that gunner'

the worst of the lot!

But you know...

he was well fixed.

How's that?

Money!

Pockets full!

He wanted 3 of us at once:

Teresa, Nina and me'

Georgette, because I speak French.

Remember the precise day?

3 weeks ago. It was a Sunday.

At Caspa's. I go Sundays.

So, Sunday, the 21st.

Just after the hold-up!

And he had large bank notes...

He got the picture. He's clever.

What else do you know about him?

As if I tried to see him again!

Who did he hang out with?

Wait! I remember him boasting

he had a hideaway'

that he had it easy...

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