Monsieur Gangster Page #3

Street-walking... call girls...

You purposely use words

that hurt people.

He's being literary.

That kind of literature

shouldn't be allowed.

Louis wasn't progressive.

He was right-wing.

If you asked for a raise,

he pulled out his gun.

But he gave us security.

You mean... he gave us crumbs!

Do you know what he cost us

in 15 years?

Do you know?

Tell them, Paul. I can't.

And 30 million a year

from our take.

Know what that makes?

Half a billion francs!

And you kicked in just as much.

Didn't you?

I didn't say a word.

I'm not paying!

I invite you to do likewise!

You're inviting us...

It's nice of you,

but some invitations...

What's bothering you?

The climate.

It's like Stalingrad.

Once was enough.

I prefer to stay out of range.

You're trying to pin it on me?

Then say so:

"You knocked off Henri

and the two other guys.

"Plus the Mexican.

"And the Archduke of Austria..."

It's me, Pascal!

I'm coming.

Who's with you?

I'm with the lawyer.

You're three, not two.

I announce the help...

not the boss.

Maybe, but I got my orders.

It's funny the way sailors need

to try and communicate...

If you stick with me,

what can he do? Sue us?

Don't.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I didn't invite you.

You didn't have to...

I own the joint.

What's this? A seminar?

I called them in

to talk about the Mexican...

about his funeral.

If you mean

the Mexican's funeral,

that's my business.

If you mean Henri's,

you might take care of it.

You can't pin

the massacre on me, too.

We'll settle that later.

We've other things to do now.

Let's talk business.

Let's start at the beginning.

Ladies first.

- Madame Mado, I presume.

- In person.

Madam, Mr Folace informs me

of a weakness in...

your balance of payments.

It's temporary, I trust.

ls there an explanation?

There are two:

a recession and a labor shortage.

The customer has

other things on his mind.

For example,

the casual client has vanished.

The one who dropped in

to be neighborly.

Now, after dinner,

he watches TV.

We can't compete

with the soap operas.

The Sunday lover

has vanished too. Why?

- I ask you.

- TV again?

He has a car, Mr Fernand ,

he has a car!

By the way, you mentioned

a labor shortage.

The situation is catastrophic.

They're scarcer than maids.

They're emigrating!

The call of Africa!

They're ready

to swim to Timbuktu!

Thank you, madam.

We'll discuss this later.

Who's the moonshine artist?

I assume you are

referring to me.

Your racket

isn't booming either.

But the French

still drink pastis.

Less than before.

Young Frenchmen drink sodas

for their health.

Ode Frenchmen drink mineral water

for their livers.

Worst of all, there's whiskey.

Meaning?

Whiskey is our tragedy.

I never saw that. ls it new?

It's this year's Beretta.

Just the thing

for a close-up job in the subway...

But, at this price,

you got to work to pay for it.

There's no substitute for quality.

But it doesn't come cheap.

- Who got it?

- Uncle Antonio.

- Berthe's brother?

- Yes.

I hope

you now understand...

why pastis sales

are going down all the time.

The clients are

more and more choosy.

It's a buyer's market.

Take the case of tractors...

I hope it's still hot.

And now, it's our turn.

Gambling is hotter than ever.

You think so?

Figures are your trouble.

You're men of action.

I've done it for you.

What if we don't agree?

Don't worry.

I picked the simplest system of all.

We carry over last year's figures.

Stop it, you!

That was a record year.

You'll beat the record this year.

You all look happy and dynamic.

He has to rub it in.

You'll collect

a week from today.

And if we don't pay,

you'll chill us!

Gentlemen, I thank you

for your attention.

Show these gentlemen out.

Raoul Volfoni, you really are...

What?

A born leader.

That guy doesn't know Raoul!

He's going to have a rude awakening.

I wanted to save you the bloodshed,

but it's too late for that.

I'll beat his brains out.

I'll have him crawling on his knees,

begging for mercy!

I forgot...

If you're late, you pay 10% more.

He dared to hit me.

He doesn't realize...

That party made

a new man out of me.

Mr Naudin mussed up...

a little bit Ode Man Volfoni.

My compliments, sir.

What's going on now?

Just when the flute started!

What a boor!

It isn't done, uncle.

Take it easy.

What's wrong?

Do you have business worries?

Hardly any.

I'd like an explanation.

Put your shoes on.

You look ridiculous.

What must I explain, my dear sir?

All this...

soft lights, sweet music.

Your shoes

on a Louis XVI chair.

An understandable confusion.

Define your terms more accurately.

Oh, it's not Louis XVI?

No, it's Louis XV.

But you were warm.

Corelli's sonatas

aren't sweet music.

I think they are.

And it's my house!

I accept your thesis

as a starting point in discussing...

music in relation to its setting,

the container

in relation to the contents.

Patricia, sugar...

I hate to be

vulgar or old-fashioned.

The gaucho may be unrefined

but he's always courteous.

But I must be frank: your Antoine

is starting to break my balls!

Let's talk about me

while you eat.

Go to your room.

'Night, Antoine!

As for you, young man...

- I know the way.

- Try to forget it.

But Uncle Fernand...

Mister Fernand to you!

Protocol will win over affection.

Too bad !

We'll stay strangers!

I'm disappointed in you.

You weren't very nice to Antoine.

Your father couldn't stand

bums like that either!

A bum? Antoine is a great composer.

He's a genius.

Geniuses don't go barefoot.

What about Franoise Sagan?

What a way to make a social call...

in the dead of night!

We didn't want to ring the bell

and wake everyone up.

The young lady might get ideas.

Especially at her age...

We wanted to talk to you.

I've seen you.

At the Volfonis'.

I was on the other side.

Sit down while I eat my meal.

You're too kind.

There's a reason

why both of us are here.

Bastien is my father's

sister's son.

Sort of like a first cousin.

Do you see the problem?

No, not yet.

You didn't give Mr Fernand

my references.

Top gun for the Volfonis.

Five years in the game,

day and night,

and never a scratch.

Don't you see the hitch?

Suckers would call this

a matter of conscience.

We call it:

a point of honor.

The weather looks bad

around you and the Volfonis.

What if it gets stormy?

Bastien and me are bound

to wind up face to face, gun in hand.

We're too honest not to shoot.

This could wipe out a family.

Yes, I see.

Want a drink?

- Never between meals.

- That's my rule, too.

I don't break training.

Alcohol ruins your touch.

Well, I can't blame you.

The family is sacred.

You have to respect it.

What do you suggest?

Bastien has handed in

his resignation.

And so will you.

It's the least I can do.

You understand?

I understand .

When child welfare

coincides with labor problems,

don't try to understand,

just pray.

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