Monsieur Gangster Page #4

"that Bossuet depicted God

as He should be,

"and Pascal depicted Him

as He is."

You don't say!

What? They only gave you a B!

I won't stand for it.

You deserve more.

You're sweet, uncle.

Patricia, honey...

When I arrived here

last Wednesday,

we were drifting helplessly...

Phone call, sir.

From Montauban.

The caller sounds

somewhat... rustic.

Farmer maybe...

I couldn't make it by Friday.

I don't know.

In a week... maybe two...

Well, take care of it!

Every time I go away,

it's the same old story.

You're on your own!

"And Pascal depicted Him

as He is."

I'd have given Miss Patricia

an A at least!

Do you know the balance

of our account?

Six million.

ls someone helping himself?

It's much simpler than that.

Payments due last week...

are still due.

The cost of Princess Patricia's

education reminds me of...

the budget of Versailles.

Your expenses are taking on

gigantic proportions.

- Who is it?

- Speak of the devil...

Raoul Volfoni.

It's about time.

So you finally decided

to come across.

You got a fixation!

An obsession!

I'm just telling you

the distillery is in a jam.

Better take care of it.

It's your job, boss.

It's none of your business!

That's not fair. You won't

even let me do you a favor.

Do you think

Raoul fell for it?

He won't miss a chance to give

the other idiot some bad news.

It's funny

that the strong man hasn't phoned.

Some impulsive types

pick up the phone.

Others come in person.

You see.

And Volfoni will take the rap.

Feel better?

This makes

one down and one to go.

Now, it's merely

a matter of patience.

Next month, the Volfonis...

and the Mexican's racket becomes:

Theo, Tomato...

and Co.

Hide all that.

The caveman might not like

your perfumed butts.

OK, I'm coming!

In five minutes...

get going.

- Hurry up!

- I'm coming!

It's you, Mr Fernand?

Well, don't look so amazed!

Volfoni is a fool.

I didn't ask him to bother you.

I wanted a driver.

Well, I'm here now.

By the way, you need radar

to find this place.

I hunted for an hour.

The police have been

hunting for 10 years

and have never found it.

That's why I'll regret leaving it.

What makes you say that?

The weariness of it all.

Haven't you ever felt

stirrings in your soul?

No, I can't say I have.

You don't have the same reasons.

You won the war.

Okay, but I didn't come here

to brag about it.

So what's going on?

This is what's going on.

We have a load

ready to roll.

Six million francs in pastis...

and a customer

waiting at midnight...

in Fontainebleau.

We won't deliver.

Why not?

Our last driver took

a job in the Sahara...

with an oil company.

Overseas allowance...

free medical care...

Love of money.

No sense of values.

A driver can be replaced.

Running booze requires

not only competence...

but honesty as well.

Unlike the run-of-the-mill deal,

payment is immediate...

and in cash.

A simple mind can be tempted.

Well, get in

and deliver it yourself.

It sounds easy.

Why's that?

At night on an open road,

if an armed man in uniform

waves a lamp

and tells you to stop,

what do you do?

I stop, of course.

That's why you still

have a driver's license.

I don't.

Are the truck's papers okay?

Of course.

But you don't intend...

For six million francs,

I'll intend anything!

I can drive anything.

Once I even drove a Patton tank.

It's not my favorite brand.

Where do I deliver?

Fontainebleau is a big place.

Do you know the Pyramid fork?

A black Cadillac

will be waiting there.

We missed him.

Or else the cops picked him up.

That would be great!

He's just behind schedule.

Those windbags

are all alike.

"I can drive anything ."

But not when the chips are down.

I think we have a customer.

He's going to regret

his Patton tank!

What are you waiting for?

Torch her!

That's enough!

Yes, the small businessman

is washed up.

What about the Tomato?

If we have to fire him, we will.

I know just one law:

might makes right.

Can't you kick the habit?

What's up?

Gentlemen,

you're on a slippery slope.

Your debts are mounting .

A truck...

and six million in pastis...

- Explain.

- Some other time.

I'm in no mood for a chat.

I'm irritable!

You still in for 50%?

Sure I am.

Then open the door.

The party began at nine.

I don't think

we're early, old man.

Who invited you...

Pat or Antoine?

I wonder if he's laying her...

Who's laying who?

Just a second, sir.

The family circle

is getting bigger.

Just a drop more...

You've had enough.

Get me another bottle.

Where's Patricia?

And Mr Folace?

In the kitchen.

He believes in helping...

Look, I feel like a criminal.

There you are! And you call this

"a little fireside snack!"

I want an explanation.

Where were you?

- With friends.

- Commando veterans?

You relived the good old days?

The raids... the close combat...

You played with flame-throwers?

Straight or soda?

I feel right at home.

You said that I could

invite some friends.

They're all from excellent families.

Do you know who he was?

Admiral Letellier's son.

You want me to get my diploma?

Then be logical.

A diploma without pull

is like a cart without a horse,

an omelet without eggs,

a niece without her little uncle.

It's not worth a thing!

Never thought of that, did you?

- ls that all?

- By the way...

what are you thinking about?

Montauban.

I never should've left!

Charming evening, isn't it?

Know how much

this is costing?

Some waste money...

others collect it!

What do you say to that?

Those anchovy sandwiches

go like hot cakes.

Here are the overdue payments,

and with a fine to boot.

The Volfonis tried

to knock me off.

It's not their style.

That shows

they've changed their style.

Yes, you have to keep up

with the times.

Would they dare to come here?

Damn fools dare anything.

That's how you spot them.

You're sure

it's the right joint?

I'm always sure...

of everything!

- Scotch or fruit juice?

- Nothing!

If this is on our dough,

there'll be blood.

Hey, you!

ls your boss here?

Whom do you wish?

- Mr Fernand Naudin.

- " Mister"! Pain in the ass!

Fernand the thief...

I call him!

- Follow me, gentlemen.

- You bet!

You coming?

Gentlemen, you may enter.

Don't make a move.

Hands on the table.

We got the fire power

of a cruiser!

Let me relieve you of it,

gentlemen.

Boys, we're out of sandwiches.

Uncle, if your friends

want to dance...

Hurry, gentlemen.

Someone might get

the wrong impression.

Someone almost did .

Know what I ought to do...

just for fun?

Isn't this getting monotonous?

I told you this was

the wrong approach.

Men of action should

give way to diplomats.

We're living in an age

of discussion and goodwill.

What do you think?

I don't say no.

We didn't come here

to butter sandwiches.

Why not?

Domestic chores can have

a certain nobility too.

Especially if they lead

to fruitful negotiations.

Mr Folace,

ditch the casus belli.

I know human nature, Mr Paul.

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