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but don't worry, I'm on it.

No.

It's not gonna work for you this time.

Why you say that?

- Is something troubling you?

- No.

- Is it love?

- Well, yeah I'm in love, but...

- This isn't love.

- That's nothing, Tany!

From time to time, you know...

It's good for f***ing, that's all,

you know Franky.

- Just throw it.

- Don't touch it.

Back in Naples, cause I'm from Naples,

you know it, don't you?

You know it.

Back there we have a tradition,

let's say a bit rude...

...but very effective.

Here, when a father sees his son

drinking alcohol, what does he do?

Gives him a little wallop

and that's all.

But back where I come from,

that's not the way it works.

Back there...

...the father sits his son at the table...

...and takes out a big bottle of grappa...

...and makes him drink the whole thing.

Glass after glass after glass...

The son doesn't understand.

He cries, he vomits his guts out.

And inevitably, short after...

...he passes out.

Not for long, 5 or 6 hours.

I can assure you after that, the kid

will never drink a drop again.

You see where I'm getting at here?

Cheers.

Not all of it.

Again.

More.

- More!

- Come on.

Just finish this.

I can't take it anymore! Stop it!

Go on!

You have one night to get hold

of Peretti's nephew.

Then we'll forget the whole thing.

Yes?

Now?

Sir, sorry to bother you but

a certain Lily Mariani wants to see you.

Let her in.

His name is Fabrizio Mandonado.

- How long have you been seeing him?

- 6 months.

What happened to your eye?

He's got a new friend.

An older one.

Yesterday Fabrizio wanted me

to go with him. I refused to.

I'll handle that little sh*t.

What's his name?

His name is Calazzi.

Is that Franck Calazzi?

Yes.

- Why is Fabrizio hanging around with him?

- Franky promised him a club of his own.

It's absolutely necessary that you

get out from all of this, Lily.

I know but it's tough,

you don't know how that is.

Yes, I know.

I knew someone with the

same kind of problem.

Heroin?

No, it was gambling for him, but it's one

b*tch of a drug that too, you know?

He loved those moments when

you can lose everything.

But he got out of it, and ended up

living a good life after all.

Are you talking about yourself?

- What's he doing here?

- Waiting for you, he insisted.

I have a feeling that guy is gonna

seriously be on our asses.

Charles Peretti,

does he tell you something?

I heard he retired.

So they say.

Do you know his family's history?

His father was in the Bastia mafia.

He invested money in

Marseilles after the war.

He went under several fake names, the

most known was Joseph Pietri, "Big Joe".

- Yes, a top class knucklehead.

- That's right.

He'd put his daughter in charge

of his business.

- Then what?

- I haven't finished.

Letitia, Charles' sister,

kept an eye on the business...

...along with her son, a cheap thug

by the name of Fabrizio Maldonado.

He made a new friend and they're

inseparable apparently.

He's the link between his uncle,

the chemist, and the clan Zampa.

The procurator authorized the tailing.

You stay glued to him, alright?

Gentlemen, good night.

Look at that.

How can you respect a girl who

goes around half naked.

Hey! It's OK, he's with me.

- Thanks, Franky.

- What "Thanks"?

We're happy to work with your uncle.

We'd like to show him our appreciation,

have you got any idea?

I don't know, Corsican sausages maybe?

- "Corsican sausages"?

- That'll be good.

No, YOU are good.

- Get yourself a drink, come on.

- Thanks, Franky.

Who's the redhead over there?

She's "Madman" s girlfriend.

I've never seen her.

Doesn't he know it's a private party?

Well, he's taking her everywhere lately.

From what I see, he's right to do it,

don't you think?

1.. 2.. 3!

Happy anniversary!

Happy anniversary!

- Happy anniversary, my dear.

- Happy anniversary.

3,02 pm.

Don't let the green car through.

Go! Go! Go!

Keep the distance.

Commissioner Aim-Blanc to Station.

- Listening.

- We found Pedretti, he just got a delivery.

- Report to the judge.

- Alright, chief.

- Shall we keep following him?

- Let him go, who cares.

Look at that boat,

if Peretti sees us, that's his escape plan.

OK, let's go.

Ange, intervene right away.

Roger.

To all units, get ready and intervene.

- Want one?

- Yes.

Unit B, advancing.

Entering the house.

Living room. Nothing here.

We hear noises inside the house.

Jos.

We found the lab.

Police!

I'm sick of you, police!

I'm sick of you! Get the f*** out!

Ok ok, just shut up...

Shove that radio up your ass!

- We found Pedretti.

- "We found Pedretti!", sucker!

- Where's the morphine?

- Morphine? Here? Slow it down, OK?

- Where's the bags?

- What bags?

- I found 'em in the storeroom!

- Here they are.

What is this, a joke?

Take him away.

Are you locking me up

for sausage detention?

JEAN-PIERRE DUVAL

ARCHITECT (GOV. CERTIFICATE)

He found the architect.

I can't believe it.

He worked a lot on this house,

I wanna know why.

It seems that wall is over 1 meter thick.

Knock it down.

- What?

- That wall, make a hole in it.

As you want, Judge.

- So?

- I can't see much, except a large pot.

Tear it down.

Give me that.

Charles Pedretti, born on May 21, 1912.

63 yrs old.

You risk to end your days in prison.

Without hi-fi, without jacuzzi,

aren't you gonna miss all that?

I want my lawyer, you have nothing.

I quit that activity a long time ago,

too long to get arrested for it.

Some people have luck in their life,

but luck sometimes go either way and

yours it's a matter of 5 months.

What's this bullshit?

You take care of your business.

The dust has damages the material, right?

- The newspaper, Charles.

- What newspaper?

You wrapped your equipment with a newspaper,

which dates back to July 7, 1966.

9 years and 7 months ago,

but prescription time is 10 years.

Tell me what you know about Zampa

and I'll use this for barbecue.

- I don't know him.

- You must be the only one in Marseilles.

I don't go out much anymore.

Soon it will be from Baumettes

that you won't go out, ever.

I'll go get a coffee,

take the chance to think about it.

Alvarez, keep an eye on him.

He won't say a word about Zampa.

Jeannot, go take a walk,

you're a damn black cat.

Leave my brother alone.

It's almost like he's sending negative

waves to the players.

What a fool.

Tany... can we talk a minute?

- Go ahead.

- The Banker came to see me.

He asked me, as usual.

So what?

"So what" you say?

Don't you remember I was gonna

pay the double?

Yes, I remember.

So? You have nothing to say to me?

You send the Banker to me

and you don't say anything?

Tany, it's me...

It's me.

Since when I have to

explain myself to you?

Since when?

Forget it, it's nothing, it's nothing.

- Yes!

- Go, kid!

- Pass it!

- Come on, kid!

Come on! Yes!

I knew we were gonna score!

I knew it!

Come on, one more!

Let it go.

- So?

- We found Fabrizio Maldonado.

He won't talk anymore.

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