Asphalt Playground Page #6

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What?

You can carry it for sayin' that!

lt's really heavy.

Yeah, it's my luggage!

Let's try this way.

No, this way is better.

Go on.

Hello. Can l help you?

We want to see Nadal.

Strawberries for him.

Strawberries?

Sorry, boys, l don't think so.

Maybe he isn't here.

We didn't do all this for nothin'.

We have to get in at least.

You're still here?

Ok, come on in.

See that bench there?

Go sit down.

- Are you expecting?

- No.

Too busy.

One last photo.

Look at me, Ocane.

What's he doing there?

By the way, l found an internship!

What? l can't hear you, baby!

Just a second.

What?

l found an internship

and we're going to see my folks.

My love!

Sweetheart!

lt that true?

You saw the champ?

He looks big on TV but he's tiny.

C'mon, you're a midget yourself.

Look who it is!

lt's lsma and Nordine!

Sh*t...

You two guys are total wackos!

Wanna try it?

Who takes the bike?

Give it here.

Go on, Machine Gun.

Climb in.

Hold on tight, it's a rough ride!

Yeah, on the bridge.

Yeah, l'm with him.

You're a drag. No way!

She'll probably ask about a wedding.

- A wedding?

- Yes.

A Muslim wedding?

Just a traditional wedding.

All right.

Look, that's my little brother.

lsma, right?

Stop the cart!

What's up?

A text message.

He gets text messages now!

Let me see.

- From Ocane!

- What does she say?

- lt's not for you.

- l helped out.

l was on the big screen.

He's a star!

She wants to see me!

- See the little kid?

- He's cute.

That's my cousin.

He's called Machine Gun.

Life's beautiful!

Guys, run!

Grab him!

Jump, guys!

Piss off!

Grab him!

What are you doing? Stop!

Stay the hell outta this!

Why did you grab the kid?

Who the hell cares!

They screwed us over.

The f***ers'll have no choice now.

They play tough,

we send 'em the kid's ear.

Bullshit!

You're a lookout

for Narcisse up here?

You little sh*t!

Look at me!

Just look at me!

l'm lookin' at you!

Don't go near Machine Gun again!

Ok, Djibril!

Go home right now, ok!

Know where Narcisse is?

Sunshine, cocktails...

Take this.

l need some snatch, bro.

l heard Spanish chicks

are total pornstars.

Narcisse, where's my cousin?

What? l don't even know him.

He was with lsma. He got kidnapped!

No sh*t?

There's no morality now.

l mean, you lay off the kids.

l'm sorry about your cousin.

l'd beat up the guys if l knew 'em.

Yeah, cuz.

But, sorry,

l have to pack for a trip now.

l'll call the cops.

What is this, bro?

lsma told me everything!

That's how it goes.

No one forced your kid brother.

He brought us the deal himself.

We'll work this out.

Why're you gettin' so wired?

Come here, shithead!

You wanna call the pigs,

motherf***er?

You wanna call the pigs? Look at me!

You wanna call them? Answer me!

Answer me!

You wanna call the pigs?

Look me in the eye!

You gonna call the pigs?

You're spittin' at me?

Open your mouth, shithead!

Motherf***er!

lt's Gypsy callin'!

What do we do? lt's Gypsy!

Stop bustin' my balls!

Screw f***in' Gypsy!

Cocksucker!

Throw him out!

Get the hell out!

No pigs, motherf***er!

Freeze! Drop the gun!

Drop the gun.

Freeze!

You want to screw me?

Want one?

l guess that means no.

l let you handle the project

and how do you thank me?

You sh*t where you eat.

Only pigs do that.

Freeze!

Move and you're orphans.

Turn round.

lf you want your cousin back,

move your ass!

- How's it going?

- Good.

Sorry, they're jerks.

l have your money.

Thanks.

The kid.

Don't worry, kid, it's over.

Go with your cousin.

See you soon.

See you.

Let's go, guys.

F*** you!

Look at me!

Look at me! Talk to me!

Look at me!

Aim... Look at me!

Call an ambulance!

Outside Paris,

a shoot-out between rival gangs

has left one person

seriously wounded.

The victim, 13,

was apparently caught

in a clash between drug-traffickers.

They say that

when you stop dreaming, you die.

But l don't want to stop dreaming.

What's your dream?

To be a beatboxer

or like Obama!

Obama! All right!

Future president, no sweat!

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