L.627 Page #2

Isn't it ringing?

I hear it.

But l have this principle:

Let it ring 7-8 times,

so they think we're busy.

Usually by then,

they've hung up.

But they haven't.

Mr Lucien, a lady for you.

Must be your wife.

Sounds like a redhead.

Yeah, l'm kind of down.

I'm back at the starting line.

Ccile, l'd love to lunch with you,

but l'm on duty at noon.

You could make an effort.

I haven't seen you since

the coke bust. Weren't you glad?

No more car?

They really stuck you

in the twilight zone.

No problem. I'll take a taxi.

OK, at Pre Lachaise.

I know, the side entrance,

not the main gate.

See you tomorrow.

To the memory ofthe victims

ofthe terrorist attack...

You once said all dealers

were terrorists.

Still believe it?

I still do. And they

should be treated like terrorists.

Like the one who sold you

your first fix.

Your terrorists get out

of the can real fast.

Not all of them.

Look at howyou're dressed.

My clients do the looking,

not me.

That's no outfit for a cemetery.

It won't disturb their sleep.

The dead get horny too.

Mom went crazy about the drugs.

And after the tests?

We're closer now

that l'm HIV positive.

She's scared to say

she loves me.

- Why'd you leave?

- The bread.

She just gets by alone.

When l'm home,

she spoils me with gifts and things.

Mom's more hopeful than l am.

- Eating your olives?

- You want them?

Still at the hotel?

I left 3 weeks ago.

I'm staying with an ex-client.

He's nice. He's 60,

and he leaves me alone, see?

I see.

And the dope?

I'm asking you, Ccile...

And the dope?

Don't be mad.

I'm still on a gram a day.

Even a bit more.

They only sell crap.

So it takes more.

No kidding.

You gave me your word.

Hooker's word orjunkie's word?

Tough luck, l'm both.

Don't get mad at me.

I have a present for you.

The taxi supplier's license plate

and schedule.

No phone?

You're a doll.

You're beautiful.

Really beautiful.

Eat. You're in a hurry, no?

- Two coffees and the check.

- It's my treat.

First l get shafted,

now l become a pimp?

Got any leftovers from a bust?

Even a bag.

I'm getting chills and all.

Please! l don't want

to have to go back now.

I've got nothing left, l swear.

I left it all behind

when l got shafted.

Are you angry?

Don't be ajerk.

Lay off the greasy food.

See you.

Next time lunch is on me.

Nowfor the hi-fi.

What equipment, and which brands?

Quality brands.

I need everything reimbursed.

I'll give you an affidavit,

but l need brand names,

VCR and TV serial numbers, etc...

What are serial numbers?

So we can identify the material

if it's found. Which is rare.

I haven't got them.

No one ever does.

Just sign this.

Read it over first.

Administration just called.

You're leaving us. Friday.

My God, l forgot the gold coins!

There were at least a dozen!

He's got a twitch.

That's what we're here for.

So...these gold coins.

Leave anything out?

Treasury bonds, things like that?

Mind if l go first? lt's urgent.

Thanks, it's most kind.

I'm coming.

I'm back in CID, Katy.

As of Monday.

So you bring me flowers?

Not so fresh.

I got them in the metro.

You must've been desperate!

For your info:

Car radios go back to their owners,

in working order.

This can't be f***ing real!

He fucks up the hardware,

and l'll take the rap for sure!

Watch your mouth!

And pull your pants up!

Get it?

What is it?

Suicide by defenestration,

24 Rue Caumartin!

Suicides:
always off-hours!

I know he's chairman

of a multinational.

But his sonny boy spray-painted

half a metro train.

A holding cell won't kill him.

He'll be out by 6 p.m.

No, he's still here.

We'll send him over with the file.

Don't worry.

The Prefect will be up in arms.

It's not the 11th anymore.

The 8th and 16th arrondissements

are mine fields.

Well now.

So you threw a tantrum?

It's been ages.

Glad to have you back aboard.

Me too.

The arrest report

on those two pushers.

What about your stiff?

It won't fly away!

That's just it.

Just what?

The suicide, Chief.

Tried to fly away.

Try tailing them next time,

instead of busting them like that.

Sure, chief,

but they were hard to follow.

I said "Try",

meaning:
make an effort.

I need Bridoux's signature.

Finished the Renucci wrap-up report?

Since you're in a good mood,

you and Plantier

can handle that suicide.

On the double.

You'll meet the team.

Quantity's up, but not quality.

And equipment?

Just got a Moped.

Does it run?

Manu got you this time, eh?

Like it?

Is this Narcotics?

I'm Marguet. I'm on the team.

If it's OK.

Dominique Henriot. Dodo.

I manage these bozos.

Even Manuel.

Dodo, you're a real ass!

Meet Diop Mamadu.

Profession:
dealer. A good kid.

If you talk nice to him.

Right, Mamadu?

Antoine Cantoni.

Call me "Looping" or "Tonio".

Manuel.

The boss is having his fit.

Now come clean.

We knowyou deal, bonehead.

Everybody says so.

Don't say no!

I swear, chief. I don't deal.

You got it wrong.

Cut the sh*t!

I'm never wrong. Never!

See? He hurt himself.

Thought it over?

You were dealing.

I told you, chief.

Me, work. Drugs, never.

No drugs.

You stinking liar.

Think of mamma

back home in the village

when they find out you sell drugs.

And your papa. Think of his shame.

Ever think of them?

And God?

Ever think about God?

He's watching you.

He sawyou dealing.

You can't f*** with God.

You're gonna catch hell.

You're gonna catch hell.

A coffee?

- Let's run.

- What for?

You'll find out.

Disgusting, as usual.

I've had worse.

A matter of taste.

Dodo's a riot.

Is he always like that?

He's still young at heart.

We share a prefab

with Vincent, a young grad.

You must be Marguet.

I have forms for you to fill out.

Got any change?

No, l don't.

Coffee's bad for his ulcer.

My gun and handcuff

serial numbers again?

Twice a year, like a swallow.

I'll go out for coffee.

Coffee with a shot. Come on...

Now l get it.

Welcome to the club.

Want the number of the bucket?

Funny, eh?

See what you did to my paper?

Hot off the press.

Manu! His strip-search report?

You blind? lt's under your nose.

Look!

Half a buck. A quarter for the paper,

a quarter for moral prejudice.

Or a quarter for the coffee.

Plus the tip.

Hi, gang!

Sh*t! Bad throw.

Marie, you're not nice.

Not you, you stink.

Take your bag.

My desk's not a dump.

That's twice in 3 days.

You're really not nice.

Hello, you.

Hail, Marie, full of grace.

Filthy kid. Hello, you.

Who's he?

One of us.

One more to take care of me.

New guys get 8 kisses.

Hey, there's work to do!

- Inspector?

- Investigator, 2nd Grade.

Under me. I'll work you good.

The trailer still stinks of gas.

He nearly puked.

It should've been checked

last week.

Last week l took in the Citroen.

Manu, you're goofing off.

Cut the bullshit.

You have the only prisoner.

I won't hold your hand.

I'm doing my lotto.

So basta.

I get the message.

It's for us. Thanks, guys.

- Who's "us"?

- "Us" is us.

Here we go again.

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