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They don't sleep!

II:

Why not?

"They don't grow tired.

II:

Why not?

"Because they are mad.

Don't mad people grow tired?"

"How could the mad grow tired?"

She's asleep.

My cousin's brother-in-law will do it.

We could swap cargoes

in international waters.

But it's expensive,

the risk is big.

The boat may be confiscated.

For us, it's enough if you pay the fuel.

And the Englishman?

I'll get the money

but I need a bit of time.

Thanks, Francis. I won't forget this.

An enormous sum.

I've saved up some.

Yvette doesn't deserve to inherit.

She's so reckless.

To open up a bakery

during times like these.

I've saved up 200

for my daughter's bike. It can wait.

She's only two weeks old.

Thank you, but I really couldn't.

I'll have to manage.

Arrange a charity concert.

It's very trendy.

But I can't play at all.

- Hire Little Bob.

- Impossible.

Why?

He won't play until Mimie returns.

Has Mimie left?

Yes. They had a row.

About what?

Gardening. An apple tree, apparently.

How long has she been gone?

Three weeks now.

Where can I find this Mimie?

Alright, if Roberto apologizes.

Thank you, Jacquette.

I know you've had differences

with your wife.

But I'd like to arrange

a trendy charity concert

with your help.

Only if Mimie comes back.

Without her, my voice lacks substance.

She's the road manager of my soul.

What did you argue about?

It was insignificant.

But she must understand

who's the man of the house.

It can't be her.

What if I can persuade her to come back?

I could dance a minuet.

Mimie.

Oh, Roberto.

The Return of Little Bob

- Hi, Idrissa.

- Mr. Chang.

We're waiting.

What do you mean?

The concert begins in four hours.

What concert?

Are you drunk?

The Little Bob concert you arranged.

But it's tomorrow.

According to the poster,

band and audience, today.

Sh*t.

Idrissa.

Take this to my wife in hospital.

Her name's Arletty.

Tell her I'll come tomorrow.

Listen carefully,

I'll explain how you get there.

- Can I help you?

- Room 13?

End of the hall.

Come in. Looking for me?

Are you Mrs. Arletty?

It's from Mr. Marx.

He can't come today,

he'll come tomorrow.

And who are you, if I may ask?

Idrissa Saleh,

a friend of your husband.

What brought you here?

I came by accident.

Have you known Marcel for long?

No. Just a couple of weeks.

Madam.

Yes?

Try to get well soon.

Mr. Marx won't manage without you.

I think so, too.

Madam.

Good bye.

And good luck.

Goodbye. To you, too.

Thank you.

You'd better go.

Inspector Monet, what a surprise.

And this early.

It's my nature.

May I come in?

By all means.

The dark side of my work is

that people don't like us.

People scream for us to help.

But are they grateful?

Not a bit.

It doesn't really bother me.

I don't much like people.

But it seems to disturb my colleagues

especially the younger ones.

It may be hard to believe

that my heart has its tender spots.

I'm ruthless towards genuine malefactors

but I don't like to see the innocent suffer.

Not you. You're not innocent.

And have never been.

That is true.

Naturally,

I'm here completely unofficially

and I thank you for inviting me in.

A nasty wind blows outside.

And I couldn't give you advice

without committing a breach of duty.

Naturally.

So, we agree.

On my day off, and as your friend

permit me to think aloud.

Here, it's your privilege.

If I were you,

you find that repulsive...

On the contrary.

Don't exaggerate.

If I practiced smuggling,

this is just hypothetical,

and I had a precious parcel

the border police should not get,

they deal with smuggling

and illegal immigration.

Your hypothesis is interesting.

So if I were you

I'd get rid of the parcel

as soon as possible.

Good bye.

Gauthier, Goupil, Hbert, the street.

The rest, follow me.

Stay there.

Madam, we'll check the premises.

Go ahead, gentlemen.

We'll check the premises.

Talk to my wife.

With pleasure, young man.

Good morning.

Good morning, Jean-Pierre.

True. It goes well with scallops.

Yes, but you have to shell them

and make the sauce and everything.

Right, I won't make scallops.

They follow you.

I know.

Is the boy safe?

Hope so. God willing, he leaves today.

A white.

May I go out the back?

Lock the door, Luc.

Go.

- Cauliflowers!

- Sold out.

Go and sell your stuff to the rich!

I'm sorry.

What a greengrocer!

Liar!

My husband'll kill me.

Have a nice voyage.

Get going, Chang!

Thank you. I won't forget you.

Nor will I you.

Greet your wife for me.

Take this.

Your mother's address.

Thanks, Francis.

- You dirty...

- Don't make it worse.

Do you smoke?

Move aside.

The hold is empty.

I've my orders.

You question my authority, officer?

No, Inspector.

You may go.

I was mistaken about you.

May I apologize with a drink?

Why not.

Perhaps a calvados.

Follow me, Mr. Marx.

You can pick up her things later.

Corinne, take him to Dr. Becker.

Right.

I'm sorry, Mr. Marx,

I don't know what happened.

Medicine knows nothing like this.

Everything pointed at the opposite.

I heard about a patient in Shanghai

who had healed in seconds...

but here in France...

I'm cured.

The disease is gone.

Let's go home, Marcel.

Look, Marcel.

The cherry tree blooms.

I'll make dinner right away.

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