Le grand restaurant Page #3

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closed, Father...

- and I can do that...

- Oh my God.

- ...show your good will.

- How?

By cooperating with us.

Oh my God.

Many of the president Novales' enemies are

soldierlies. They left...

...the country, when he regained the authority.

Few of them are terrorists hiding

in France.

They surely have secret organisation.

Here are some documents from MSZ.

Please take a look.

Did any of them happen to be one your

customers?

No, mr commisioner. Such people don't

visit my place.

What's going on with you? He was supposed

to be abducted by the end of the week...

...at the airport. Where is he?

Huh?.

- We didn't abduct anybody.

- Anybody.

How come?

- We were waiting for your orders.

We read about it in the newspapers.

So who abducted him?

Probably different organisation.

But which one? Traitors.

They'll pay me for that.

We've got to take care of it.

Let's check the source - the

restaurant.

Indeed. Keep observing Mr Septime.

We will meet at this place in the evening.

Don't lose him.

He's being interviewed right now.

- Perform the order, General.

- Yes, Captain.

These are their photos. If you see

any of those terrorists,

please call me.

I'm being guarded, I can't talk feely,

and my phone...

I understand.

- If...

- I know!

Sneeze.

You'll sneeze three times, and I'll come.

I hope, that everything...

...will proceed smoothly and I won't have

to serve you with a special dish.

Special?

You take one fatty suspect.

You surround it with four

bloody inspectors.

You cook it for 48 hours.

That will soften even the hardest tongues.

- Did you understand?

- Yes, mr. comissioner.

- Perform.

- Yes, mr comissioner.

That's him.

Get a life.

I have nothing to say.

Stop picking me.

Let's go.

Police, terrorists, and what else?

- Good day.

- What the heck?

- Aren't you happy?

- I'm delighted.

Delighted, when because of you the

hero of the country is in danger?

- Please, listen to me.

- You've got to find him.

What?

Our beloved president was abducted in

your restaurant. Yes, or no?

Yes.

It would be enough in our country

to shoot you.

Try your luck. Buy a ticket.

- You starting once again?

- It was not my fault.

You'll help me in finding those hynas.

You'll get them out of their burrow.

- I'm begging you...

- You'll provoke them.

You'll tell the newspapers, that

you had seen them..

- That's not true.

- But they will believe you.

- They will kill me.

- But they will leave their den.

- and then we'll catch them, and shoot them up.

- Yeah, right.

- Before they kill you.

- What, if they kill me first?

You've got to make a choice: either they'll do it

later, or I'm doing it now.

Murderers.

Unbelievable.

So what's your decision?

- Please listen to me.

- Yes?

Can't we talk about it in

a calmer place?

Where?

Maybe in one of the evenings in my restaurant?

Nope, today.

This way, please.

- Have you made a choice?

- I've chosen a great table.

You know, what I'm talking about.

You had time to think it over.

I'm still thinking...

Have you made up your mind,

or not?

Let's talk about it,

after we get relaxed.

It'd be better for you, if we talked

it over before getting relaxed.

Mr Septime, we've ran out of langusts.

What should we do?

You've to sneeze.

I've to phone.

One, two, three. Have you understood?

- Bravo. We're coming.

- But fast.

In a moment.

All right, I sneezed. Police is

coming. They'll be captured.

Take a look.

Easy, or else you'll destroy

everything. I'll stop them.

- I'm listening.

- Mr Septime,

chef of the kitchen is angry.

- Why?

- He wants to come here.

Impossible. I'll visit him.

I'm busy at the moment.

What do you need? Oh, excuse me.

I don't speak Spanish.

Yes?

Mr Septime stands us the best champagne.

That's impossible.

I don't understand.

- I called the police.

- Are you mocking at me?

- No way. Dry one, or sweet one?

- The best one.

I'll go with him. He doesn't understand a thing.

- It's fire brigade.

- No.

I'm sure about it.

Firetrucks make si la, si la.

And police makes re la, re la.

- That's si la, si la.

- No, that's re la, re la.

- We're leaving.

- Okay.

- With you.

- What about the champagne? - At home.

- What about the bill...

- You're paying it.

And what?.

I understood. Where are they?

Behind me.

There's nobody there.

Where are they? You let them run away.

A**hole.

Take away that hysteric.

That's the secretary of president Novales.

Please excuse me.

- Enough of this. Please go catch them.

- Whom?

- That pubber didn't tell you a thing?

- But...

- Catch the terrorists.

- Where are they?

Far away. I've sneezed five times, but

you didn't get it.

- I didn't understand?

- Nothing.

That's an insult of the law representative.

We'll put you up for the night.

I don't want to. I won't survive it.

Leave me alone. That's an order.

I'm being taken to that box? What a shame!

I'll complain about that to the Minister tomorrow.

Coming back in a second.

Leave us alone.

How did night meditations pass?

I'll be good-willed. You're free.

Your car's standing before the entrance.

- Does that mean, that everything's back in order?

- Yes.

Terrorists will get rid of you in the first opportunity.

How come?

Easy, we'll be watching you.

- We're beginning the operation.

- No.

You have no choice. That's your only chance.

What am I supposed to do?

Good bye. Finally.

Hello, Septime.

Do not turn your head away. Go straight ahead.

Be smart and nice.

We'll go for a short trip.

We'll talk in a calm place.

We'll get back to the topic soon.

Direction:
Saint-Cloud park.

- Did you understand?

- Yes. Saint Cloud park.

And watch out.

It's about your life.

Please leave. Can't you see,

where you have parked?

Please step forward.

Please pretend, as if nothing has happened.

Please check, if there's a terrorist sitting...

...right behind me.

Not this way. Discretely.

Is there anyone there?

You're lucky I'm in a good mood today.

Please leave.

I'm telling you, that he's there

and he's trying to kill me. He's a murderer.

Check it by yourself. There's noone there.

So he has probably ran away, or he's

hiding in the boot.

- Oh really? So let's check it then.

- Oh no.

Oh yes. Please.

- Have you got a gun?

- Yes, don't worry.

- Please watch out.

- Easy.

He left.

- He's not there.

- Noone.

- He was talking with me.

- He won't anymore.

- He's somewhere in the neighbourhood.

- Please get back to your home and sleep for a while.

- Behind me?

- No.

- Maybe under the car?

- No.

- Thank you.

- Please go.

- Septime?

- Impossible!

That was very unsmart. Don't do it

anymore.

- Go, and don't turn your head away.

- Okay.

Saint Cloud Park.

I'll talk with you there.

Now leave the car, and sit in the back.

We'll have a small chit-chat.

Sit down.

I'm not an invisible man. Look closer.

I'm behind you.

Put up the newspaper.

See?

And now listen.

I didn't make all of this, to give you

aunt Marry's recipy.

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