La grande sauterelle Page #4

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I never do anything stupid,

why are you telling me that?

Alfred has nothing

to do in our business.

I didn't touch him.

Not yet.

Come on, hurry up.

What's wrong?

Marco's snatched Alfred.

Marco, that's the guy from the pier.

And Alfred, my partner.

What are we doing?

You nothing, you just wait for me.

I'll be back for lunch.

Get up, Marco.

No.

My gun is pointed at your buddy.

We're going straight to something bad.

He came for business.

- Can we talk?

- I'm listening.

Grubert, how much

do you think he worth?

Grubert? Who's that?

I spilled the beans.

According to him, about 300 million.

If I'm part of the team,

that makes 100 million each.

Do we agree on that?

Let's put away the props,

and have a reasonable and useful talk.

If I had came for you,

it would have been easy yesterday morning.

The girl was there.

I would have take care of her too,

and that was it.

You're really are a funny dude!

Always a chick with you!

I also like tall gracious girls,

with long legs.

Do you want her or the bread?

The bread.

Are you okay?

So, I'll explain.

Can I have a drink while a do so?

Yes.

You know how much

I get to do you in? 3 million.

Instead of doing a bad deal

by icing a pal,

I'd rather do

a good one along with him.

My bread, I see it getting big

in real estate.

Once you have the dough,

let me tell you how to look good.

Ostrich skin gloves,

jacket and Bentley.

You never look out of place.

Real estate, it's solid.

You really don't know anything

about originality.

The Bentley, that makes

you look good for the chicks.

For sure.

Rose wood leaves,

porte-bouquet...

Stone is stone.

Without speaking castle...

Alfred,

who's speaking castle

but is thinking millstone.

And the other, speaking Bentley

and dreaming of whores.

How dumb they are,

it can't be true!

I can't stand them anymore.

What if I just get up,

if I just leave and tell them

to f*** off once and for all?

It would be cool as a glass of water.

And the height of the doors?

1,35 m.

So you can get in

without taking off your top hat.

That's smart!

If you've one pad in Paris,

one in Brittany, one in the South,

you organize your rotation,

you don't need heating anymore.

Got any projects?

Yes.

Oh, come on, what's this?

You need to have

a nerve to get in this.

Oh... Wow!

And I was just speaking style

and standard of living...

You need to have

a nerve to get in this.

It belongs to the guy I let my tuxedo,

I'll go exchange them.

Don't lose your way!

Come with me.

You'll have to take me back.

We weren't gonna leave you alone.

What are you doing here?

I'm eating.

You're mostly drinking.

"I'll be back for lunch."

I've been waiting for you for tea,

then for dinner.

I called, you didn't answer.

When?

Two hours ago.

I was on the road,

harassed by an English woman.

Hitchhiking my way back from Baalbek,

you must admit that's a bit rich!

The concert enthusiast!

You have dinner with us?

No, I'll bring the car back.

Do you know where is my tuxedo?

You had a tuxedo?

And he prizes his stuff.

He's from the meticulous type.

He already spoiled

a pair of shoes during

his fishing session.

If now he also lost a tuxedo...

Stop it, will you?

The maid put it away.

We're gonna find it back.

Thanks.

Look up to this mess!

Sh*t, it's all crumple.

Can you iron it?

I could.

Try steam, above the bathtub.

No, give him some money

to buy a new one.

I don't want to hear him anymore.

How much does it cost, 100, 200?

All right, excuse me.

If we'd give you that money,

you wouldn't buy a tuxedo,

you would keep it under your pillow.

Strange to see the habits

of some men...

Those who like stamps,

black stockings...

You, you like bills.

And you, slaps!

Your dude will never win.

He's a born loser.

We'll just spend

our nights watch him losing.

I already played cards.

To the Belote?

What about robbing

a winner instead?

Would be more simple

to rob the cashier. Go to sleep.

Hey, do you know him?

Are we going back?

I do.

I'm thirsty. I stay in the car.

I'm not boozing!

Go drink something with Marco,

you'll have a chat.

He has great ideas.

He's in a pet.

Don't turn it on.

Come.

What are you gonna do today?

Pack my things.

I'm going to Greece.

When did you decide that?

When I woke up.

Why Greece?

I've never been there,

that's a good reason.

Have you been there?

No.

Come with me.

What would we do there?

The same thing than here.

Can you delay

your departure a little?

No. When you want to go somewhere,

you must go right away,

or you'll never do it.

You know what you told me,

last night...

Oh la la !

What, "Oh la la"?

Last night was nice,

when it's nice, we say it.

But as we like to make things complicate,

we also say...

"I love you", "Slap me",

"I want a child from you"...

It's what you say in certain occasions,

just livening up rhetoric.

Words that become meaningless

once you've turn on the light.

Or once you've turn it off

if it's stayed on.

You know that.

Don't be silly.

At what time do you leave?

I don't know yet.

Do you take a plane?

The boat, if we can call it like this.

The one I'm thinking about

is more a floating grocery shop.

The captain is an old Greek.

A friend of Gideon.

He's selling oranges, rice, monkeys...

With him, the trip can be...

Five days or two months.

I have to say goodbye

to the buddies.

Come on... Come on.

Big game.

Grubert has the luck of the devil,

but we have to wait.

Gideon...

The Parthenon! The Peloponnese!

Follow the guide.

Olympia! Oh my mother...

When you want to hit the road,

you tell yourself plenty of stories.

Suitcase packers always have alibis.

But me, my man, I know them all.

All! From the White Fathers

to the wild ducks.

Weither it's the Bantu Gospel,

or the flying triangle.

But, to try to sell me that,

girl, you must have some nerve!

Because me, when it comes

to restlessness of any type,

I've hoisted all kind of sails,

I've got nothing to learn.

What are you speaking about?

I'm speaking...

Good riddance,

have a nice trip. That's it.

Also, be careful

of the ottoman coast.

Be sure to pass it offshore.

A nasty breeze

and you'll end up favorite

of the Great Turk!

I know, Mycoyos knows

the winds pretty well.

He's a freebooter himself,

like his father.

Dangerous rascal,

the perfect guy.

But I repeat, beware of the Turks!

The first turban: bang, bang!

Shoot on sight.

Come on, get up.

Get up.

What did you bring me?

Forget it.

A sweater.

The nights are cold.

You haven't been nice

the other night.

Should I forgive you?

Let's go play baccara.

I'll leave the gains to you

and keep the losses for me.

Say, Alfred, what about

selling orange or monkeys?

What does it mean,

do you have a code?

What? No! I mean... no!

I don't know.

By the way, Alfred, I forgot rice.

Yes, oranges, monkeys and rice.

What does this monkey story means?

There's also rice.

You'll have the money

to buy everything you like.

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