Polisse Page #4

I wrote out a schedule,

it's on the fridge.

Fertile days are shaded red.

If you see it's red,

that means tonight...

Great! Wonderful!

Really?

You're my fave cum dump.

Don't say that

as if you have millions of them.

I f*** wherever I go.

I leave here and I f*** the cleaner.

At the bakery,

I f*** the baker's wife.

At work, I f*** the secretary.

Not funny.

Not funny?

Nothing is.

The office is fun, lunchtime's fun.

I like kidding around and here,

I can't open my mouth.

The difference is that I never say

work's fun and home sucks.

But who takes

the medication and sh*t? Me!

Who works out what days we shag?

Is that fun?

Is it fun

f***ing when the fridge says so?

When We met, we didn't...

We just got it on,

without the check-the-fridge bullshit.

Nothing's changed for you,

so get off my back.

Chill. Look how...

Stop! Cut it out!

Got that? Don't talk to me like that.

I'm just trying to...

Shut up, okay?

Not cool.

And you want us to have a baby?

Come here.

Tell me what your problem is.

Thank you.

The pants, too.

What do you see?

I dunno.

I'm fat.

Fat?

You're a bag of bones.

Something's on your mind,

something's bugging you.

That's the issue

that stops you getting pregnant.

I love you but I won't take part

in a lie. Is that clear?

I want you to get better.

Fine.

Beat it then.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

Hey, girls!

I need help with my talk.

A word with Mom first.

- Why?

- Just a minute.

She's a pain.

I want us to have breakfast,

go shopping together.

I want us to laugh, fight, all that.

I want all that back.

I want to be with you again.

And your bimbo?

Stuff the bimbo!

It's been over for ages.

So you thought, talk to mommy,

she'll take me back with the kids.

And I go down on my knees, right?

Nadine! We weren't talking.

- Your job was everything!

- I love my job.

Sorry, but unlike you, I love my job.

It's important for me.

You're my whole life!

You're beautiful, amazing, intelligent!

I can't imagine life without you,

don't you see?

Waking up without you?

You're the love of my life!

So was his slut

when he was eating her out!

F*** it!

You'd have been proud of me.

I gave it to him.

I am proud of you.

I had his bimbo there,

flashing in my brain.

Men are the scum of the earth.

Yeah.

Don't cheat.

I'm watching you.

I have 120,000 left.

My turn to cash in.

How much is it?

- Here I go.

- My rent!

You nearly forgot.

- Is this for you?

- Yes.

The pancake comes first.

- You okay?

- Fine.

I'm out of jail. I paid up.

What's your diet, Baloo?

Yes?

Send her up.

Incoming runaway!

Baloo, can I take her?

Go ahead.

You're keen.

It's not that.

I just never did a runaway.

Hi, everybody.

This is the runaway.

Follow me.

At home with her,

keep the lights on.

Her folks ran away?

The night before last?

Wednesday, you mean?

CPU here.

I'll send a team.

Change of plans!

Let's go!

A mother's abducted her baby.

She's dangerous,

mental issues, a junkie...

You too, Nora.

Melissa!

I'll radio through the details.

We got a blue light?

Grab the cuffs.

- Where is it?

- Our 3rd car?

F*** it!

- Where's our wheels?

- Baloo!

Jesus!

We're missing a car!

Where's it gone?

Go ask Beauchard!

You others, get going.

I'm in front.

Keystone cops!

One car to the scene,

one cruising.

Let's go!

What's going on?

Narcotics needed a car.

What a surprise!

Narcotics needed it, as usual.

We're just looking for a baby

that his mom took from a home.

Dull old child protection.

Captain Grard.

There's a hierarchy between units,

as you well know.

Yes, sir, but this woman's a druggie.

Dangerous, just out of jail.

I've got 8 guys downstairs

ready to go looking for the kid

all over Belleville. With 2 cars!

Yvan, I don't like you

losing your temper in my office.

F*** it!

You got anything on?

Car keys!

Outside the caf. The baby?

Fred!

CPU South's Scenic.

Outside the caf.

All units, I'll take care of the home.

Chrys and Mathieu go door-to-door.

And Sue Ellen, post office and cafs.

If you see any weird mothers,

bring 'em in.

This is the mother's card.

You have a list of staff?

Yes.

Can I have a copy?

We toured the shelters. Nothing.

Maybe the photo will help.

The carer left to deal with a sick child

and that's when it happened.

She got out through that door.

- It's old.

- The lock's broken.

Where did she go?

She climbed...

Over the wall with her son.

I need your full name.

Franoise...

- What's your name?

- Morgane.

- How old are you?

- 7.

My daughter's nearly the same age.

She's dangerous.

Don't feel incriminated,

We need to know what happened.

Sure, but I feel responsible.

I'm in charge here.

You went on the computer?

I'm proud of you, baby!

You know this woman?

Sure. That's Sylvie, guys.

You know her?

Does she come in regularly?

Pretty much every day.

Most recently?

This morning.

She has a baby. She was excited

about getting him back.

Had she been drinking?

Not at 8:
30.

Previously, you've seen her

in different states during the day?

Yeah, sure.

Can you be more precise?

Everybody knows her.

She'll do anything for a pack of smokes.

What do you mean exactly?

Helping a guy out, you know.

No, I don't know.

Giving blowj*bs for 10 euros.

She's often short of cash.

How do you know this, sir?

Everyone knows locally.

Lots of...

We don't mean her any harm, sir.

It's just that

her little baby's in danger.

We're Child Protection,

we won't put her in jail.

We just want to find her.

You were thirsty!

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

Seriously?

Yeah.

How far along?

so I'm keeping it quiet.

You're putting me on.

- Seriously?

- I'm pregnant.

With Alex?

Sure, he's my husband, isn't he?

Is he happy?

Of course, he is.

The girls went to grab a salad.

Anyway,

we won't hang around forever.

Sure, but...

Give the photos a rest, will you?

NoW's not the time.

We eat, We split.

Don't bother giving me that look.

I'm talking to you!

Have you seen the photos you've taken

since you've been with us?

Yes.

What are they like?

They're okay.

- Sorry?

- Okay.

They're okay?

"Okay" cuts it

when we're running all over?

Back off. It's cool.

It's not cool.

You're pissed off

and you're taking it out on her.

A sh*t day, and she's copping it.

Okay!

Go on, take my picture if you want.

I'm not laughing.

The problem isn't you expressing

a derogatory opinion.

Mr. Peach Fuzz!

It's the manner

you choose to express it.

We're not photographers.

- We can't do her job.

- But we know our jobs.

And all I see is...

Seeing her go click-click-clack,

as soon as a kid starts crying.

That's not what we do.

It's more complex than that.

Am I right or wrong?

My problem is,

I don't see her getting the right shots.

Such as?

What we're doing out here now.

All day, we're out looking,

and I don't feel her behind my back.

We get some fries

and clack-clack-click.

A kid starts crying...

clack-clack-clack.

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