L.627 Page #4

Like all Africans.

She has to adopt you first.

I don't believe this!

lt stinks of sh*t!

A bit, maybe.

F***ing hole! She really lives here?

Who are you?

Friends of Alimata.

Hi. Howyou doing?

Lulu! You're here at last.

It smells of gas here.

It's dangerous.

If it was,

we'd have blown up long ago.

Maf!

Hot maf, the way you like it.

So you bring a young man.

We work together.

If l'm not around

you can talk to him.

Let me showyou something.

Look in the viewfinder...

Does he look like that guy

you told me about?

Too small. Couldn't be him.

Sure?

Looks like him.

Yes or no?

It's him.

That's perfect.

Movies...

confuse me.

Now big, now small.

Magic, that's all.

You know my daughter Kuliba?

Sure, we've met.

'Evening, ladies gents.

Your pal likes my girl.

Tell him to go in.

Yes, yes.

He'll enjoy. Kuliba good girl.

I'm sure l would, but uh...

Say something.

You should do as you're asked,

and not vex Alimata.

It beats porn night. You'll see.

A quickie.

No, a goodie.

$20 for head.

$40 to f***.

And a chat?

What ajerk!

On ajob here?

I'm off.

I like to get out at night.

Kiss me. I don't have rabies.

No, AIDS.

Dummy!

HIV positive. It's not the same.

Hop in.

I have a roommate.

It stinks of cigarettes here.

I owe three nights already.

And away we go.

I didn't ask anything.

And if l want to?

I like you to look at me.

Like what you see?

Tell me you like it.

I like it.

You're pretty.

Not too skinny for ajunkie.

Not my arms.

Had a good night?

Enough to buy two grams?

Just forget all that a minute.

Look at me.

I'm cold.

I'm looking.

I'm sick of lying!

You're a skeleton!

Stop it! Stop the sh*t!

Ccile, stop!

You know l can't.

You can, goddamit!

Move your ass!

It's a vicious circle.

Without drugs, l can't hustle.

I take drugs to hustle,

and l hustle for drugs. I'm stuck.

Then drop dead!

What a bore that sermon was.

But the priest's my wife's cousin...

Will you find the chteau?

I'll pay you the $400

after lunch there.

$450.

Please film my mother. She's 94.

They may be our last shots of her.

The cake too.

It was my wife's idea.

I'll do a close-up.

Great.

Isn't that a Panasonic 650 C?

Say, friend, may l ask you a favor?

Come film our table.

I'm trying to pick up this girl.

Tell her it's for Channel 3.

I record sound too.

Machines aren't my thing.

Move your stuff out of the way.

Move it!

Long time, no see.

Still work

for that party rental outfit?

Now and then.

But l'm freelancing today.

Hurry up. It's time for the cake.

- You get how much?

- $900.

That includes editing and music.

You work for TV?

Wedding cake in two minutes.

Sh*t, two minutes!

Take off the necklace.

The ring, too.

Forget about the ring.

Sign at the bottom.

Read it first.

Ah, it's you...

No, l'm busy with someone.

Hows the kid?

I'll call you back in a bit.

I promise.

What's Article L.627?

Public Health Code.

You get a checkup every 24 hours.

Narc cases can be held

for up to 4 days.

What's the doc do?

Nothing. He just examines you.

If you're ill, you get pills.

Give me half a fix at least.

It won't show.

I bought it with my own cash.

The black's the dealer, not me.

Just sign. We'll see later.

Relax.

You're going to the hospital.

I don't believe this!

It's a barrel of laughs here.

Go dry out... Thanks, schmuck!

Shut the f*** up!

Your ginks drive us bananas!

I'm deaf myself.

Send 'em up fast.

I'm trying.

My balls are exploding!

So, Marguet?

Yes, Mr Longuet?

Fill out those forms?

No, Mr Longuet.

Nows the time.

Go on, don't shake the foundations.

Say, guys, be good sports.

Take a breather.

- I wanna piss.

- All in due time.

What was your nickname

at the 14th?

"Valium of Tears."

That's right.

"Valium of Tears."

He wore everyone's nerves out.

You sure wore them out.

Still investigator?

Take the exams.

I'm trying.

It helps for retirement.

Headquarters is asking

for a volunteer

for regional target practice,

week of the 17th.

We can't go asking around the units.

How about you, Marguet?

Interested?

Sure. Though l did it

2 years ago.

You need me?

Doing the mail?

Pick up those badges on the way.

Sure thing, chief. Anything else?

So what are you waiting for?

I need a car.

I've got to pick up some seals too.

I did call this morning.

I'm not at all pleased.

All your statistics are off.

I don't have a car.

Try one of the squads.

That's right. All of them.

I can't ask the units.

They'll send me packing.

Can you drop this off at HQ?

Sure thing, but l've got no car.

Take mine.

The keys are on my desk.

I'll get them and then...

There's no hurry, Raymond.

So, Marguet?

The trailer sprung a leak?

Pass me some vacation forms.

We're all out.

I need about 20.

Not again!

You never stop taking vacations.

In any case,

you're on target practice.

Are you a good shot?

Not so hot.

No matter. You're going anyway.

Even sober.

Some checkup!

lt lasted 5 minutes.

Sit down.

This is for us...

and this...

is for you. That should do it.

What did l tell you!

This won't do anything. It's sh*t!

So's the stuff in your veins.

But at least it helps me forget

this f***ing life!

Look at my arms!

No place left to stick a needle!

Not even in my fingers.

I do up to six fixes a day.

Your pills are ajoke.

All right... take that.

You'll feel better.

This is sh*t too.

It's all sh*t.

Got any cash to eat something?

Katy? lt's me.

Almost through... I'm coming.

The kid's better?

Sure. OK.

Take this... Hang on... Take this.

Don't worry. We'll get it back.

Our baby girl's asleep.

When Karine is 11,

promise me we'll leave Paris.

You promise?

What's wrong, Katy?

Sometimes, l'm scared.

I'm scared.

Me too.

Kiss me.

A half-hour already!

He won't come down.

Maybe not.

We're gonna blow it again.

You sure he took the bread?

No sweat.

From the guy in green.

No sweat.

I thought a coffee

would be nice.

You still haven't caught him?

Not yet.

I would have liked

to be in the police.

What degree do you need?

Degree?

He's coming out.

The contact.

They've got it.

The dope's in his mouth.

Direction:
Rue du Dpartement.

I'll tail the black on foot.

Manu's trailing.

We'll handle the junkies.

We've got thejunkies.

Positive.

Roger.

Manu, we'll nab him on the bridge.

Roger.

Freeze, freeze!

He's swallowing it!

Watch your gun! Cover him!

Keep kicking! He's puking!

He's puking!

Spit the sh*t out!

It's coming! Again!

It's coming, Lulu!

Take him away.

I'll clean up the sh*t.

Wejust hang out here.

No one aroundl

Nothing to do around herel

Surel

Me brotherdid stupid things,

Iike everybode.

What can we do?

I knew this would happenl

Poor suburban cops!

Our Minister.

Turn it off, we knowthe routine.

I'll add a bit of curry.

It gives a taste of nut oil.

Nice, eh?

You put up with these maniacs?

Individually, they're okay.

But the bureaucracy warps them.

There we go. It's good now.

With Katy's headphones

it should work.

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