L.627 Page #3

Another of your suitors.

She's moist.

You really take the cake!

Honk again and l'll shove

your licence down your throat!

Nowtake off, prick!

- I'll murder one some day.

- If that's your thing.

Cops who don't need cars

always have the most.

That's the least of it!

Do we pinch one?

He must be mole-eyed.

Blind as a bat, you mean.

I don't believe this sh*t.

Since when

does the division have Beetles?

And with radios.

This is a pal's car.

What's the problem?

Quick. It's time for my break.

Yeah, it does smell

of gas a bit.

A bit? Spend a night in it.

I was just being friendly.

Probablyjust a gas spill.

Air it out for half an hour.

We waited 20 minutes

just to hear that?

Take it easy.

Here's my replacement.

Gas or no gas, it's lunchtime.

Drop it.

Check out the trailer,

it smells of gas.

It stinks all right.

He checked below?.

He mostly checked his watch.

Take it over there.

You take this to the beach?

I'll be finding barnacles soon.

There's a huge leak

in the tank.

Leave the vehicle here.

Go check it in.

That's all we needed.

We're looking for the desk sergeant

to check in a vehicle.

If you haven't seen him,

he must be downstairs.

Come back in 45 minutes.

A desk sergeant is at his desk!

Skip it.

Too bad,

because it's for a chief.

He won't like this.

We'll explain.

Your name?

We'll make a note of it.

Will the desk sergeant

report to the office?

There we go!

What is it?

A chief's car to check in.

That's a chief's car?

He has modest tastes.

Smart-alecks.

What's wrong with yourjalopy?

A gas leak.

Is the tank full?

When we detain vehicles

we fill them up.

In case of fires.

Fill a tank that leaks?

lt's not logical.

Logic's logic and rules are rules.

Rule says you fill the tank.

So fill the tank.

Thanks. Bon apptit.

Aslim Said!

My dear friends!

Great to see you!

Hello, Marie!

It was smart to reserve.

This table's free in a minute.

When he says "friends",

he wants something from us.

Lucien's from the 7th.

Have pals in the 7th?

I've got loads in the 7th.

Me too. One in particular.

The Arab knows too many cops.

Hold me back! You goddam French!

I wouldn't put a pig in my couscous.

It spoils the broth.

Some colleagues at the bar.

The super cops of the narc squad!

And with a new baby.

- They call me Pastis.

- I figured.

Are you the mom?

Bet your dad didn't drink milk.

That's for sure!

You always drink out of my glass.

I'll get you another bottle.

Remember a dick called Blondin?

Sure, he was in the 9th.

Took a cut in all the cases.

He got nabbed

by the scalp hunters last year.

- Knowwhat happened to him?

- He was fired.

No. He's back on the job

and suing for moral prejudice.

And he'll win.

The scalp hunters blewthat one.

The sausages are hot!

Parking tickets.

Fetch the bourrha.

Champagne, to celebrate.

A true recruit. Not like Vincent.

Had enough, no?

Much drink, never drunk!

And your transfer?

No luck...

Not even with my seniority.

You need a union card.

Apply as a social case.

It takes two suicide attempts

to qualify.

They ought to count

suicide by pastis.

They'd never keep up.

What are you working on now?.

I forgot the tape.

Don't look at me.

A criminal affair:

an OD in a bar.

I told you:

it's not a criminal affair.

Selling sh*t is criminal.

We can't work

without a trailer.

And the new one in '89?

In '92.

How about a metro raid?

lt'll keep us for the week.

Give me a chance to digest.

Let me get the mike on.

You're worse than a b*tch in heat.

I'll team up with Lulu.

Forgot my stuff.

You never use it.

Brief us inside.

But we can't brief you from inside.

Heavy wine!

Looks promising.

That's youth, Madam!

We shouldn't do that!

Is this okay?

It's even better without.

Really?

We make a nice couple.

Could be.

You should hold hands.

I don't get what you're saying.

Tell Fatso and Vincent

to switch sides. It looks suspicious.

Roger.

Vincent, Manu. Change sides!

Let's stand by the map.

Which one's the dealer?

We should have planned this.

Dodo really blends in, doesn't he?

The Rasta here just took the bread

from the junkies next to me.

When he delivers, we move.

Right.

Did you all see? The banker

took the bread. Got it, Manu?

The black on your side.

Read me, Manu?

Manu and Vincent take the banker.

Which one? The small black?

Bravo! You got it!

How many blacks in all?

Two! But only one on your side.

And the one crossing?

The cuffs!

Drop it, Manu!

Not in the tunnel!

Let's try it.

We lost him.

Besides, a black in a tunnel...

What do we do?

We pull in our c*cks

and go to bed.

Good night.

Sh*t, an OD. Do we split?

Split? What a prick!

She's breathing.

Finish the ravioli,

while you're at it.

And this?

I never saw it before!

It was in your socks.

Giscard and Mitterrand

get pardoned for their dirt

and you bust my balls for 50 g.

What a prick!

I bet he'll beat me.

You're psychic.

Hand me the seals.

Like it?

Look!

No, not now.

You nabbed Dillinger?

When do we stop? At 9 p.m.?

Only my heater's waiting.

Don't mention heaters.

Okay. My freezer.

Look.

The guyjust coming, in blue...

I think it's him.

Are you sure?

He fits the description.

I've got him. Got him good.

I'll show it to the cousin,

just to be sure.

Howd you learn to film?

I studied for IDHEC.

The film school?

Yeah.

But l didn't get in.

That one's a wreck.

- That, l don't film.

- Why? lt's great!

A pastis, Vincent?

I prefer coffee.

At 10 a.m.! You have rank now,

you can drink.

Pour him one.

- Break him in.

- We've got work to do.

There are no free typewriters.

Go squat the night offices.

Enjoy your drink.

Page one...

Page two...

No...that comes after.

The last page's missing.

I'll take care of it.

More porno?

That's Rue Myrha.

No, the Champs-Elyses.

For your X-ray.

Go this year.

- Great shots!

- There he is.

Superb.

A real dealer!

You like it?

You made this?

We should show it to cadets.

I'm sure Adore will want to see this.

You have a fan.

It's the first deal he ever saw...

and on film!

Recognize him?

We shot this yesterday.

The report's missing a page.

I'm on it.

All that?

I put down all the details.

That's howto do it.

Nobody reads the f***ing things.

Come watch.

The carpet goes where?

You ordered a carpet?

Pure wool.

Grey chin to match the curtains.

Not here. Next door.

Does it look like our style?

Looks like rain.

Is the last page done?

Is it far?

By the five-and-ten.

You'll see.

We've got extra windowboxes.

Want a couple?

Sure. That's nice.

What are you on now?.

A forecast on Paris

suburban delinquency.

Then one on the projects near Lyon.

You go in there dressed like that?

And the inner cities?

Good luck!

Slow down! Oh sh*t!

I warned you.

Not loud enough.

You work the others too hard.

Shut the door behind you.

Your meeting Alimata

will give her another contact.

We don't get overtime.

Don't make me cry.

It's porn night on the tube.

Alimata's very wary.

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