La French Page #3

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Sh*t.

- Morning, ma'am, am I disturbing?

- No, come in, I was just making coffee.

- Please, have a seat.

- Thank you.

May I see Lily?

Lily?

Weren't you told?

What?

She overdosed.

I buried my little girl last week.

But I swear she had listened to you.

After the treatment,

she had quit everything.

I can't understand what happened.

I'm so sorry, ma'am...

I'm so sorry...

[IN ITALIAN]

Not to be rude...

...but either you do as you promised, or

I'll cut your balls and make me earrings!

Bastard!

This city has become a f***ing jungle,

swarming with blacks and cops.

They rob one another in the streets...

and furthermore they

f*** each other in jail.

The only advantage here is that they all

consume... whites, blacks, hippies, cops...

- You need more stuff then.

- Yes, but your prices, Tany...

- ...are off the market.

- The market?

I am the market.

You're not alone anymore, Asians deliver

at 30,000 per kilo, almost half than you.

But three times less pure.

You know once you cut it, mine will make

you earn much more than that Chinese sh*t.

And since we both like money...

...it's better if you buy my stuff,

at my price.

F***ing Neapolitan, in business

you're stiffer than a convict's dick.

What about delivery?

- Don't worry.

- I never worry.

I'm satisfied...

...or I am not.

How are you, Lucien?

- Redecorating?

- Yes.

I see just small fishes here.

- Small dealers, pimps...

- Small fishes keep the French moving.

If we can't hit the head of the octopus,

we'll hit the tentacles.

You pick 'em all up...

- even if you ain't got nothing on them.

- Alright.

- You forgot the names on these warrants.

- You fill 'em yourself.

It's illegal, you know.

But I like it.

Just a little message to Zampa,

to say "the party is over".

Freeze!

Huge series of arrests in Marseilles.

The one they call "The Gipsy" was

interrogated this morning by the narcotics.

Come on! Up!

Sit down!

- Good morning, I am judge Michel.

- I don't give a f***!

I'll charge you the maximum.

This series of arrests was conducted

by judge Pierre Michel...

...who has become very much popular

in these last weeks.

No! Robert, no!

Isn't this yours?

Never saw it, f*** you!

Take note, Miss.

"F*** YOU".

There, now it's yours.

Have it checked for fingerprints.

Two men were arrested today

for possession of 2 kilos of heroin.

- Will you turn it off, please?

- I'll switch station.

Look at here, isn't it sweet?

- I don't give a sh*t!

- Take note.

- Tany, they got Andreani.

- What?

They got Andreani at his house,

1 hour ago.

Firstly, don't put that on me!

We are thrilled to have such a brilliant

judge as your husband in Marseilles.

- Elisa Marcone, what about her?

- The woman of a gangster.

Is that a crime?

Her husband's business is

all registered to her name.

You're pushing the limits here.

A bit more clinched at the waist.

- Not too much, though.

- Just a little bit.

A little bit...

That's Lino, let him in.

A bit more clinched...

You go play there, darling.

- I'm sorry to have to disturb you.

- Tell me.

I can't get the base anymore.

- Why?

- That wackjob arrested my wife.

Your wife?

I'm left alone with the kids, gotta

wash them, feed them, change diapers.

I'd rather go to prison 100 times.

This judge is starting to piss me off.

He pissed of everyone,

he's fixated on you.

If this goes on, more people

won't be able to work anymore.

Be quiet there!

I need to pee.

Give me two minutes, my dear.

Go back to play.

I can't take it anymore, it's hell.

Will you stop it there!

Take these, Lino.

- Thanks, Tany.

- I'll get a lawyer for your wife.

- I'm sorry!

- Forget it.

Forget it, I said!

Come on, kids!

I'll end up kill them.

Robert, it's Tany.

Let's go through class,

I'm gonna interrogate...

No... no...

no, not you...

Ok, I'm listening.

What are you gonna recite?

- "I am what I am"

- By?

- Jacques Prevert

- Perfect.

"I am what I am, I'm made that way..."

- Yes.

"I love..."

- No! "I'm made that way..."

"When I want to laugh..."

...Then what? "When I want to laugh..."

Something's bothering your little head?

What's that?

- What's a "pd"?

- What? Where did you hear that?

At school two kids were talking about dad.

One said he's a cow-boy,

the other said he's a "pd".

People say a lot of things, you know...

sometimes dumb things.

Next time someone bothers you,

you do like this.

- Stop it, Pierre.

- Why?

- Don't.

- Alright then, you do like this.

Hey, we're working here!

Let's start back.

- Doesn't it bother you?

- What?

Well, all of it,

the girls, the school...

Everyone's talking about you.

In the hallways, people talk.

All these rumors, I don't even

wanna know what they say.

People will always talk... who cares...

OK, but can't we have a conversation.

Yes we can, but about that,

there's nothing to talk about.

Screw them.

Morning, everyone.

Having a good meal, judge?

I'll have a Pastis.

Something's been bothering me

for a long time.

Here it is, if I can help a judge...

Your first name is Andr,

why do they call you Robert?

Why do they call me Robert?

Cause I have a nice pair.

- Of breasts.

- Yes, I get it.

You have all your files memorized,

don't you?

My birth date?

April 15, 1935.

Impressing!

You do a lot of work,

maybe even too much.

That much work can kill a man.

Have some rest, judge.

- What is this, my slice of the cake?

- That's exactly what it is.

It's for the kids,

they always love cake.

You'll get the same every month.

You'll explain this later.

Shall we go, girls?

- Bye, dad.

- Bye, kittens.

Tany!

Listen here...

"The popular judge Michel donated 10,000 francs to

the largest center of detoxification in Marseilles."

"The money came from his personal funds and he

stated the effort came natural and should be...

everyone's duty to do the same..."

- Alright! Stop it!

"The magistrate affirmed that he will continue

his relentless battle against heroin."

"He reaffirmed his will to

put behind bars Gaetan Zampa,

the man behind this drug traffic that

is spreading in the whole world."

Well, gentlemen.

I drink to this great man, judge Michel.

Cheers!

Lucien! Lucien! Lucien!

How you're doin?

You all know, I can't stand

the rain, the taxis...

...and PSG.

But a promotion to head of OCRB,

you can't turn it down.

I take the chance to thank everyone

who contributed to the nomination.

Starting from the worst assorted couple

of cops in police history.

Big mouth.

- Here we go.

- And The Mute!

You mean "Zorro and Bernardo"!

Ange! Lose the mask!

Show some respect for the new commissioner!

Also our judge here, who's willing

to give away everything for a just cause...

- His life, his time, his money...

- Well, actually...

- OK, someone else's money.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Too many interrogatories,

he talks like them now.

Seriously, Pierre.

I learned something, working with you.

That nothing is impossible, thank you.

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