Paulette Page #2

dear little Ousmene.

100 kilos!

What's that worth?

200 to 250,000 euros.

That much!

It's our biggest haul.

And this?

5 kilos. 10,000 euros.

Double that on the street.

What's a gram worth, then?

Where can I find some hashish?

What?

Hashish.

- Hash!

- OK, I get it.

You get stoned?

What?

Nothing.

By the station in the underpass.

- It's not good at your age.

- Sit on this!

Want some dope?

Some what?

Do you want some drugs?

Hashish!

You work for the cops?

The drug squad - bravo!

No, I sell drugs.

Whatcha doin', loser? You dealin'?

Who are you to sell sh*t to an oldie?

I'm not.

Go on, beat it! Scram!

If I see you dealin' here,

I'll kick your head in!

Beat it!

How much for a bar?

Well, 25 euros.

5 grams. I weighed it myself.

I only have 20.

Alright.

Thanks!

You here often?

I'd rather buy from you

than those kids who sell me crap.

And with you, I can be sure

you don't work for the police.

What an idiot!

- I hope it's not cut with tires.

- Tires?

Don't worry. If it's good stuff,

I'll be coming back.

Already?

- It's all there.

- Sure?

Go get the gear!

- 10%, right?

- That's right.

Thank you, Mr Vito.

There.

What is it, boy?

What is it, Delinquent?

Go on, Delinquent.

Fetch.

Scram, you hound!

Fetch!

Good boy!

Get off me!

Keep your mangy dog back!

Scram!

Your dog knocked the lady over!

- He's on a trail.

- He's on my mother-in-law.

No, I'll carry it.

I'll manage.

No, I insist.

It's heavy.

What's in it?

Drugs.

Drugs?!

No, it's OK.

That's a good one!

I didn't know you could be so funny.

Well, thanks.

I bet the elevator's out of order.

I'll take it upstairs.

Thanks a lot.

You know, I'm really pleased...

we can talk

and things are better between us.

You've stopped calling me Darkie.

- Tell me something.

- Yes?

What does a cannabis dealer make?

Paulette, open up!

Oh, sh*t!

If you don't open this door...

Where did you get to?

We keep calling you,

you never answer.

You don't even come to play cards.

Are you redecorating?

It smells good.

It smells really good!

No entry!

What're you hiding?

Someone's in there.

Who?

A man.

Let's see.

Not possible.

- Is he...?

- Naked.

Stark naked?

I'll tell you later.

Who is it?

The janitor?

No, she can't stand him.

Not Father Baptiste?

No. And he's black.

Doing it in the kitchen!

It must be very physical.

- Passionate.

- Yes.

Walter!

No...

What is she doing here?

1 euro a can!

A can of tuna, 1 euro.

2 steaks, 1 euro!

Sh*t, Afghan, ganja!

- Is it good?

- Yeah.

OK.

Got any money?

Beat it!

You ripped me off.

You owe me 20.

Here. See you.

Hi. Got any more?

5 bars for the price of 4.

A bargain.

Here you are.

I don't touch that.

Top-quality gear.

When will you reconnect the phone?

Tomorrow or the day after...

Not today?

This has to clear.

F***ing trade unionist!

Who's this?

Come now, Rene,

it's Paulette.

I didn't recognize you.

What's that coat?

It's leather.

The bag's new, too.

From that guy of yours?

Who?

You know.

In the kitchen.

Drop it. You're like the pigs.

- The what?

- "Pigs".

My humble respects, Miss.

You look ravishing!

- It's him.

- Old fool!

No, it's not him.

- Who, then?

- A youngster. Listen to her talk.

- Where are you going?

- Tell us.

Later. Not now.

The body of Christ...

Father Baptiste, I've sinned.

You put roaches

in your neighbor's food?

Worse than that.

The sin of lust?

No! Worse than that.

What have you done?

I sold drugs.

What?

Hash, ganja...

Paulette, you know it's not allowed!

I know it's wrong, very wrong.

A moment of distraction.

Don't do it again.

I earn money, I meet people...

I can pay off my debts,

I can buy myself nice things...

I feel as excited

as when we had the restaurant.

I want to make a donation.

I want God to profit from it.

Put it in the box.

I want nothing to do with it.

An Ay-rab would steal it!

No, thanks!

I'd rather give it to you.

What?

The collection at Mass

won't pay for the new roof.

Go on!

Hallelujah!

It's Granny Junkie!

Go sell your sh*t!

Don't go, Granny.

You got good gear.

Whatcha got in your bag?

Granny Junkie!

Give me that.

Not so proud now, you old b*tch?

How dare you?

You're white!

Oh, yeah?

Are you nuts?

Shut your face!

What? You said you'd just scare her.

She's like my granny.

She takes clients off us

on our turf.

Get outta here! Time to retire!

F*** off to the countryside!

We don't need you.

If I see you again,

I'll rip your f***in' head off!

Stop it!

You've gone crazy!

What'll I tell Vito?

Those little shits stole

half my takings.

A 5-gram bar...

A bit of tire...

Not enough tire.

What's happened?

Why wear Dad's sunglasses?

I have to work overtime.

I won't keep him.

You must...

You chose to have a black bastard!

You be quiet!

Where's the TV?

Keep your mouth shut!

"How to survive a heatwave... "

It stinks!

It'll never work.

What?

Please open the door, Grandma.

No!

What's the smell?

I've baked a cake.

Can I have some?

No!

Lo?

Is this Mom?

You look like you're having fun.

Leave that, you little sh*t!

What did I do?

You muckraker!

I didn't do anything!

Open up or you'll be for it!

What're you doing?

Lo, let me in.

Please, kid... Honey...

You're mean!

I was mean,

but I won't be mean again.

Come on...

My little Lo,

please let me in.

I was wrong to get upset.

I shouldn't have.

I'm sorry.

- Did you touch this?

- What?

Don't tell your mother.

What's in that box?

If you like, I'll give you

a big slice of chocolate cake,

because you've been good.

I don't want any.

I'm gonna tell Mom.

Sweetie, I'd like us

to get to know one another,

see more of each other.

I may tease you,

'cause you're black.

I'd have preferred you to be white.

That's the way it is.

But deep down, I like you.

You're a liar. I'll tell Mom!

Just you wait n' see!

Grandma!

Quick... Water...

Why are you mean to everyone?

Why don't you like anyone?

You saved my life, jigaboo.

'Course I did, you're my grandma.

Sorry I'm late.

My battery was dead...

That's OK.

Was she mean to you?

Did she hit you?

No. Come on.

You're dolled up.

Expecting someone?

What's wrong?

It tastes funny.

Salt, pepper...

Sugar...

And something I can't identify.

What?

Tastes like cinnamon.

You put cinnamon in it.

With less sugar, salt, and pepper,

it'd taste different.

It's not bad.

I'll have another piece.

Japanese restaurant?

Aren't you hungry?

4 pizzas.

Japs don't do pizzas.

They do raw fish ones!

Noodle pizza!

What's so funny?

Tell us what you put in the cake.

What is it?

It's him.

Mr Walter?

Speaking.

I'm on fire. I want you so much!

Stop it.

Who is this?

Come on... I'm waiting!

Don't mess around.

Wait, wait.

Miss Paulette!

It's me, Walter!

Really!

Francis, thanks to jigaboo,

I think I have the solution.

Agns tried to reach you.

She was worried.

What's wrong?

Are you OK?

I just woke up, that's all.

It's 2 PM.

Really? Thank you, Ousmana.

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