Les ripoux Page #4

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Hello.

-Hello.

How are you?

-Just fine.

I've got a hot tip.

But you can never be sure.

-This tip is excellent.

Do you want to have a go?

-For 2000 you get partial protection.

Think about it.

Hello.

-Hello.

I want a horse for today.

Hello.

Kamasta will win the first race.

I need a loser.

-I only provide winners.

But I need a 100%

certified loser, understand?

Nimbus in race 4. A real loser.

-No chance?

No.

That's Nimbus. In the sun there.

Grey jacket with red sleeves.

Great gaits.

See how flexible the hind legs are?

I have to go.

There.

With five thousand, you can make ten.

Minus my 10%, of course.

Make that 15%.

-No, 10. Let's be fair.

The horses are at

the starting line.

The horses are in the starting-gates.

Niledo, Nana Dusigny, Dupont and Losaque

have the fastest start.

Nana and Niledo take over Newo Barbes...

...Niamban, Losaque and Nestor.

Angle's losing terrain.

Nana Dusigny, Losaque, Niambon

and Nestor are ahead.

Losaque, Nestor and Niledo

are leading in the last bend...

...before Newo Barbes and Nimbus,

who's taking over on the inside.

Nestor's overtaken by Nimbus.

Man, look at that.

Go, Nestor!

-But we betted on Nimbus.

Quick! Faster!

-Run! Go!

We won! Won!

We have to wait for the photo.

-Which photo?

To see who really won.

Nimbus won.

-It's not sure.

No!

The result of race 4:

Nestor first and Nimbus second.

Sh*t, we lost!

You seem to be happy.

-No.

Not happy. But we have to

be able to handle losing.

Franois.

I'm completely broke.

-Life's not just about money.

I emptied my savings account.

Sh*t. Have a drink at my place.

Do you see that bar, 'The Trotter'?

If I ever win the jackpot,

I'll buy it.

It's a great location:

jockeys, trainers and owners meet there.

It's all about horses.

They only live for their horses.

A dream.

I didn't know you

read that much.

This was my wife's book shop.

I bought it in 1958.

Glinotte co-financed it.

Did I never tell you about her?

-No.

Glinotte was great. Her gaits!

She made me a millionaire

in three races.

You were lucky. Nimbus

made me poor in one race.

Don't you have parents

who can help you?

My father's dead and

my mother's a cleaning lady.

Well, that's that then.

When you get really low,

you think you'll never get up again.

Fifteen years ago,

my wife was killed by the disease.

Cancer, that is.

I thought I'd never recover.

But here I am. Standing.

I didn't know that.

There's a lot you don't know.

You don't even know

you still have 4500 francs.

Your 5 thousand francs,

minus my 500.

How's that possible?

At the last moment, I thought

the tip wasn't reliable.

So I didn't bet.

And what if Nimbus had won?

-I would have paid you myself.

I may not look it,

but I'm very honest.

I could also have kept it.

-Yes.

You just won 4500 francs.

I'd celebrate that.

Can I make a phone call?

-Of course.

This time I pick the restaurant.

When do we meet?

We won't meet again.

I was going to tell you yesterday,

but I didn't want to spoil the night.

What's wrong then?

I like you. You're handsome.

But it's all a setup.

Do you think we met by coincidence?

Well, yes.

-No.

Public violence at 9 AM?

You're an early starter.

No, I wanted to stop it.

The other guy insulted me.

What did he say?

-He called me an a**hole.

What would you have done?

A**hole.

-Franois, don't be stupid.

Franois, don't lose it.

-Natasha told me, a**hole.

I know everything.

I can explain.

-You f***ed me over.

Franois, listen.

-She told me everything.

Bastard, bastard!

-Franois, stop.

Stop.

Jerk!

Stop! Stop!

Sit down.

Since you're a repeat offender,

you're going down for 3 months.

And what would you get for it?

-We can do it for free.

If I was a cop,

my life would be easier.

If everything was easy,

life would be boring.

Sign and get out.

Give me that.

Ok, out you go.

She's not right for you, Franois.

You need a girl from the province,

like yourself.

Buy a three bedroom place.

Have two children.

But Natasha is too much for you.

You can't afford her.

Will you be back in an hour?

Promise? I'll be expecting you.

Here you go.

-Isn't it on the house?

Why?

-I don't know, but Ren does.

Are you pissed off or something?

I would like to know why

this is the cheapest place in Paris.

Once a week they play cards

in the owner's cellar.

I turn a blind eye

and he doesn't charge me.

And occasionally he tells on somebody.

A fair deal, isn't it?

Do you have a lot of these deals?

-Are you with the police?

The thing is that I think

you're right about Natasha.

She's not from Epinal and a three

bedroom place wouldn't be her style.

Your suit isn't her style either.

Here.

Now you look like Belmondo.

Look at this guy.

Isn't it too...

-They'll be dropping like flies.

Like flies.

-How's Pierrot?

He's ill.

-When your health fails you...

Oh, his isn't failing.

And you, Ren?

-I don't need to impress anybody anymore.

Take this anyway.

That's nice.

For the police orphans.

And why is he so generous?

In the back of the shop,

20 Turks are working day and night.

And you turn a blind eye?

-They'd just go somewhere else.

And then somebody else

would be dressed for free.

You're not too stupid

for a guy from Epinal.

Is that all you have about Camoun?

-What do you do all day?

A bit of shopping?

-You stay out of it.

We're swamped with work.

It's not just Camoun.

Don't give me that sh*t.

Be nice and try a bit harder.

Alright. That's a promise, chief.

It's a real Cartier.

1000 francs.

I'm telling you it's real.

No, chief, I haven't got anything.

I hate being late for work.

You have a job now?

-No. I mean yes.

And I hate being late.

-One.

Two.

Three coats.

You won't be cold.

Better safe than sorry.

-Indeed.

Show me a watch.

You won't have a problem

with a watch like that.

Half a year's warranty.

-I'll keep it.

I'll have it checked.

See if it's real.

Take it.

-No.

Take it. You'll find

someone you can give it to.

I love presents.

-Good. I love giving them.

If somebody had told me

I'd fall in love with a cop...

Isn't life strange?

-Very.

You arrange a girl

for your new guy...

...and it turns out to be a big romance.

-Wonderful, isn't it?

I would have done the same thing.

He's handsome and young.

And I'm old and ugly.

-You? You don't know a thing about women.

I hardly understand horses even.

Look at that.

That's about 6000 worth.

-I know.

My couriers park anywhere.

People don't have any

work ethics anymore.

For 1500, I'll forget all about it.

But last time...

-Last time I was alone, but not anymore.

I see.

Thanks.

Let's go. See you next time.

Is that your idea of equality?

500 for you, 500 for me and 500 for

the person who forgets about the tickets.

Franois, look behind you.

The guy in red. He's a dealer.

A what?

-What do they teach you at the academy?

Let's get him.

You stay here.

Not in the bin.

-No.

I'll go to the street. He knows me,

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