Raid dingue Page #5

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Excuse me.

I want to partner with Jinx.

With Gene.

Gene Froissard!

I want to.

''Gene'' and ''jinx'' is...

Out of the question.

The commander decides.

You can't say no to your best recruit!

OK, in any case we need everyone.

- I'm proud to partner with you!

- Get lost.

What?

What? You showing off for the others?

I wanted to help you out.

Who asked you?

You're just scared for me.

You're not bad luck.

It's not bad luck,

I had to play nursemaid to a broad?

Yeah, I'm jinxed.

You're not jinxed, you're an idiot!

A sexist pig!

Yeah, I'm an a**hole misogynist cop

and you're a stuck-up,

spoiled rich girl! Where's Daddy?

What an a**hole! A**hole!

You're a big a**hole!

What?

See you later.

Police!

Hands!

Got visual!

There you go. No wounded!

Not a scratch!

It was a little too easy.

Nobody here is jinxed!

Pasquali, I meant to tell you...

I wasn't exactly easy on you.

You can say that again.

A woman in the RAID operations unit!

I couldn't see it.

From the start you didn't like me.

It's not that I don't like you.

I like you.

I like you, as a colleague.

You have qualities.

You're tough, stubborn, a real mule.

Those aren't really compliments.

Well, I mean...

You look like you got balls.

I mean you're fine.

I'm fine?

Not ''fine'' as in fine.

I mean you look fine.

Not that you're not pretty.

You look great.

- That's not what I meant.

- What did you mean?

Nothing.

Just thank you.

For what?

I just did my job.

For trying to prove I wasn't jinxed.

No! For having proven it!

If you say so.

Stubborn.

Look at that picture!

How old were you?

Give me that.

Your birthday's coming up.

I guess, maybe.

Listen...

The jinx doesn't want a party.

Don't tell anyone.

Maybe...

Don't let superstition get to you.

We know the risks, we live for that.

You're not a jinx.

I'll drop you off.

Huh? OK.

See that? I really am jinxed.

- Why'd it start?

- I don't know.

Bye. Take care.

Nothing against homos, but really!

What is France coming to?

Look at that! Your future customers!

Gorgeous.

But I can't seem to...

Breathe out.

Breathe out!

Need to let it out in back.

She's bigger now.

Don't worry. lt'll be ready on time.

No! Don't, Marie-Caroline.

You're like my daughter now.

On a minister's salary,

your dad can't afford this.

We could have a simpler wedding.

No need to go crazy.

No, darling.

I have only one son.

I want this to be sumptuous!

I'm not sure about this dress.

Not yet. I need to think.

The daughter of the Minister

of the Interior, Jacques Pasquali.

But my husband

is Europe's number one in tires.

There you are. She's cute, but...

Edward?

Darling, Dad and / are stuck.

A union problem at the factory.

No, Teddy! And I dine with your mother?

Make an effort. She adores you.

I don't want to. Edward, please!

Excuse me!

Sorry...

I know you.

I doubt it.

That accent.

You're Victor from Strasbourg!

- I said I don't know you.

- Victor, wait!

Fine, it's me! But...

I'm on assignment!

Right! A make-up assignment?

Don't be ashamed.

- I'm not...

- Right, Marie-Caroline?

Marie-Caroline,

this is Victor, DGSI.

Mr. Di Giessai,

I'm Mrs. Dubarry.

Mrs. Dubarry, a pleasure!

Let's get a drink!

A drink...

Time to go.

Hey. Are you busy tonight?

I cooked for 4.

We'd love you to join us.

That's very nice, but we can't.

ID verification!

Although, a girls' night?

- Can't say no.

- Great.

I have no ID.

We're on the job.

I'm RAID, he's DGSI.

- What's going on?

- A hold-up nearby.

Suspects joined the parade.

Go ahead. Keep an eye out.

Who?

Have a seat.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Victor,

who is your beautician?

That wax job is impeccable!

Thanks, I do it myself.

Even better!

But, if I may,

I do have one silly question.

You must get this all the time.

Which one is the man?

Which one is the woman?

He is.

- Depends.

- I'm never the woman.

You're never...

I'm the woman.

Always.

You're never the woman?

Marie-Caroline! Easy on the scotch.

We can cut loose a little.

For once, it's just us broads!

Let's see if they caught the robbers.

/n al/ the confusion

of the Gay Pride Parade,

the robbers quick/y disappeared...

Must be the Leopards.

...making off with 3 mil/ion euros

in jewelry.

/t appears two women, or e/se

two men dressed as women...

Well!

When do we eat?

I'm starving!

Sorry. It's impolite to watch TV

when entertaining.

Go ahead.

Here we are.

No, thanks!

A little?

I must stay sharp.

High-risk op this week.

Really? What are you up to now,

little Joanna?

Besides muscle-building!

Very funny.

It's a large gold transfer.

At the Banque de France,

which the Leopards targeted.

The Villacoublay transfer.

How do you know, Victor?

Please, he's with DGSI.

Di Giessai?

Directorate General

of Security and Intelligence.

I'm a cop, too.

Not just a transvestite.

I thought you had a noble name,

like us!

Victor Di Giessai!

He doesn't understand a thing!

There's a Summit of Eastern European

heads-of-state next week too?

The same night!

- What will you do?

- Go afterward.

But there will be an uncertain moment.

Depends. What time is Villacoublay?

Enough shop talk! And it's top secret!

Let's go!

To the living room,

to enjoy this great dessert.

Never seen her so drunk!

- I'm the woman?

- Yeah.

I'm always the woman?

You're never the woman.

Lower your eyes.

- Am I very late?

- Yes.

These great families

that France nurtured

and that France watched grow,

families France needs

and families France is proud of,

visionaries who made France,

brave families who are France,

the Dubarry family is one of those!

Bernard Dubarry

and his son Edward...

Sorry.

You're very late.

What a welcome.

You're taller.

You're wearing heels!

- Heels.

- Be quiet!

There are photographers. People talk.

Who cares what people say?

Maybe you don't, I do.

...strategy,

to raise your tire to the top,

whether by the snow tire revolution...

You invite transvestites to our home?

- Got my mom drunk.

- She can put it away!

Think you're funny?

- Mom's right.

- About what?

- She wants to put off the wedding.

- What?

Listen,

maybe we should wait

until you're back on track.

I am on track!

Fine. Know what we'll wait for?

For you to accept me,

muscles, big ass and all!

Everyone's looking!

Relax, you're wearing heels.

...to express its gratitude.

Wait! Jo! Wait.

- Forgive me.

- Not this time.

- I'm really sorry.

- I don't get it!

What did I do wrong,

why isn't this working?

I'll tell you what's not working.

First of all, this.

There.

That's what I can't handle.

I thought I'd get used to it. No.

We're too different.

We're not made for each other.

We shouldn't put it off,

we should cancel.

Wait.

How long have you felt that way?

Since...

For a long time.

Why didn't you say anything?

I was scared you'd hit me.

What?

I know, it's silly...

You can't control a fear.

What?

I'm so relieved to blurt it out.

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