La French Page #4

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I'm gonna miss you!

I hope you have a very

good reason for this.

I didn't call you for nothing,

you'll see.

- Whats going on, Franky?

- Seems like he's got nothing for us.

- How come?

- Tell him.

Tell him what you just told us!

Some other guys have come before you.

Tell him who came

to get the money!

- It was Madman!

- See? I told you.

Alright, why the hell

did you gave the money to him?

He said it's too dangerous

for you to travel,

with that judge after you all the time.

Then he said, that you are done.

I didn't say it! He did!

He said that I have to work with him now.

And you believed him

you stupid motherf***er!

Enough.

What shall I do with him?

Nothing, that's not his fault.

Poor sucker.

Little a**hole.

Wash your mouth and go back to work!

I am done, huh? Motherf***er!

Do you understand?

I was at the casino.

You gonna give me my money back now.

You forgot about that money,

it's mine now.

Really?

Alright.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Yes?

Commissioner?

- Judge, Michel, what brings you here?

- It's about that "Madman".

No, no, no.

Please, not this case.

- Why? You have nothing?

- Nothing at all!

No prints? No evidence?

Nobody saw anything?

If not for the wounds,

one might think it never happened.

They say Zampa is behind that.

- It's not with rumors that we'll get him.

- That's for sure.

So we worked for nothing.

We got better things to do,

this is a lost battle.

Of course.

- You got plenty of work to do.

- Over my head.

I guess you're right,

save your strength for fishing.

Why did he say that?

- Did you find it?

- Yes, bullet-proof car.

You wanna leave undercover,

just to be sure?

Of course I'll go undercover,

and you'll do the same.

- We're at war.

- No, I won't go undercover.

I'll go to the hospital.

You ain't doin nothing

except what I tell you to!

You think you gonna show up there

and have yourself a cigarette?

There's a guard at the door 24/7.

Think!

- We'll do nothing then?

- Nothing!

We pray, that's it.

If the Lord won't take care of him

we'll wait until he comes out.

Meanwhile, you won't set a foot outside.

Same for your son,

you won't go see him.

Got it?

- Yes?

- Yes.

- Yes?

- Yes!

Good, let's go.

There's a car following us.

Let's take him for a little ride.

Now! Now!

- Who was it?

- Go after him.

Sh*t.

What the hell is he doing?

Are you lost?

I'm just walking.

A bit far from home, huh?

What do you want?

I step outside and you're

immediately on my ass.

Don't you have a woman for such things?

- Do you fancy me?

- You're not my type. I don't like punks.

You see punks everywhere, don't you?

Must be your profession.

That's not how I see myself, though.

You see, I give work to a lot of people.

I see myself more as... a trader.

Don't give me that "businessman" sh*t.

I make you angry, huh?

It always happens with

people like you.

I get that.

How much does a judge make?

9,000? 10,000 a month?

You need to wake up.

You think Marseilles is gonna

become like Switzerland?

I make the most of the

little time we have here.

You should do likewise.

"Make the most", your way?

An armored car?

A watch dog to protect me?

Everybody's after you.

Me, the cops and all your little buddies.

I've been here for 20 years, you know.

- I'm not afraid.

- Yes, you are.

You're not wearing that bulletproof vest

under your shirt to look pretty.

I'm sure you sleep with one eye open.

You wonder when your turn is gonna be,

or your wife's.

Be careful what you say.

- Don't disrespect me.

- I don't respect people like you.

You got some guts.

We better don't cross paths again.

Better for me or for you?

I'm so sick of being here, 3 months.

A tunnel.

- I'm going to bed.

- I'm coming.

You take care of the funerals.

I want floral wreaths,

beautiful ones.

Beautiful ones.

- Want something stronger?

- No.

You're wrong,

that would be good for you.

You think I'm wrong?

Find Madman.

- We have to put men everywhere.

- What for?

I got nothing, but...

We can't mobilize all units

for some settling of scores.

Zampa is gonna search everywhere,

he won't give up!

No, he's aggressive.

I can't send out everyone

on a simple supposition!

- Put the commissioner on.

- He's busy now.

I don't care! Put him on!

Call again later.

Are you going to do something now?

How many dead?

4, 5?

Don't bug me now, Michel,

I'm busy.

You are working then?

You have nothing to do here.

When I'm gonna need a judge, I'll call you.

- You saw it, didn't you?

- That's nothing, that's tasteless...

- He's jealous.

- Of what?

- Of John Travolta?

- Apparently, apparently.

A real mass execution.

In French criminal records, nothing

similar had ever happened.

The massacre in Marseilles seems to be

about a settling of scores.

That's one of the hypothesis.

The police wasn't able to recover...

- Are you gonna talk about the bar shootout?

- I've never seen a report this incomplete!

You might as well drop the case

cause it's not pleadable in court!

Bianchi, one might say

he's doing it on purpose.

If it was up to me,

I'd send him to prison.

Always with measure, Pierre.

They took 24 hrs to search the

houses of the victims. 24 hours!

I know, that's deplorable.

- I got something to ask you.

- I have a hearing.

Put the PJ on Zampa and Madman, we gotta

watch everything, the bar, the casino.

And with what excuse?

It would be an illegal surveillance.

I'll find something to charge them for

once we have them.

We cannot let them walk around free!

- It's a big risk doing something like that.

- It's a bigger risk not doing it!

Zampa just arrived!

Give me judge Michel.

He's coming.

- Let's go, Jeannot!

- No, we wait.

He's armed!

Go! Go!

I repeat, he's armed, boys!

Drop your gun!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Police!

Turn around!

Turn, I said!

- Don't touch me!

- Documents!

Hurry up!

Inspector, what happened?

We were on surveillance when we saw

Zampa arriving, then Madman came too.

Do you know that man?

- Zampa?

- Nothing.

- No gun? No vest?

- Nothing at all.

- Has he spotted you?

- No way.

From Mr. Zampa,

he said you were gonna need it.

You're defending criminals

and you know it very well!

You better watch your judges, Procurator.

Come with me, Pierre.

What's got into you?

Zampa pressed charges for arbitrary arrest.

I don't need this kind of trouble,

we got what we wanted.

I'm gonn ask 3 years for Madman.

Zampa will be happy about that.

Pierre, you're an excellent judge,

don't spoil everything.

I don't want anymore shortcuts,

no more illegal tailings, nothing!

Is that clear?

Very clear, sir.

Good night, my dears.

What are you doing?

I have to go.

- Again?

- Yes.

Enough! What you're doing all night?

I have a big case.

A case?

You spend all days in your office!

Shouldn't you stay home at night?

You haven't quit, have you?

- What you mean?

- You haven't quit!

Look at you, you're excited like

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