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Huge.

All 20 correct.

I never got the money...

...because I lost the

piece of paper.

This is your desk.

Your replacement.

-That didn't take long..

I'm very sensitive to smells.

Smells a bit rotten, doesn't it?

Ah yes. Can we disinfect the place?

What?

-Let it go.

I used to love this city.

Now it's making me puke.

I'm going to a buddy

in the countryside.

And Simone?

-She stays here.

I don't want to be charged

with being a pimp on top of everything.

In your case, it's different.

Natasha isn't a whore,

but better stay away from her anyway.

I'll see. I'll follow

my instinct.

This is the address of my buddy.

In case you miss me.

Bye, Franois.

-Bye, Ren.

Ren, my friend.

I'm very glad to see you.

-Me too.

How bad is the sh*t you're in?

That depends on the verdict

of the Disciplinary Council.

You'll like it here.

You'll forget about everything.

First, let me introduce you

to an old friend.

Do you remember Malouloute?

That's Malouloute? No kidding.

You cost me a fortune.

A real beauty.

The little one doesn't have a name yet.

Dear Ren.

I'll call him Dear Ren.

If you want him to have a future,

better call him Dear Franois.

And remember that horse that

you completely misjudged?

The way it failed at the water jump.

Damn jockey couldn't swim.

A terrible sight... poor horse.

Did you miss me that much?

-You were right.

They were waiting for me at Natasha's

-Good that you're here. Come in.

You can stay as long as you want.

I'll pay you.

-Absolutely not.

It's also thanks to you that

I'm a house owner now.

When I was a policeman,

Ren and I did some good business.

In gallop.

-Go.

Right. Sit towards the back.

Follow the movement.

Sit towards the back.

Well done.

Good, no?

-Yes.

I bet they don't want the bill.

Of course they won't pay.

The bill, please.

Gentlemen, it's on the house.

We're not like that.

An official bill with a stamp.

Please.

Things will change

in the neighbourhood.

Go. Go.

Good, exactly, take it easy.

Franois, did you get hurt?

Franois. Say something, man.

Franois.

What an idiot.

-It was convincing, wasn't it?

Police.

Hold your bids.

All bets are closed. Police.

Don't touch anything, please.

Put the money back.

Thank you.

Since when has this

been going on?

I pay for lunch

every day.

It's terrible.

-Alright.

I'll pay you 1000 per week.

Didn't we tell you

we're not like that?

1200 then.

-10,000.

What?

-10,000.

I can't do that.

I only have one evening per week.

Organise more evenings.

-Impossible. Not enough customers.

We'll send you customers.

Ok.

His license is perfectly alright.

Make your bets, gentlemen.

May the best man win.

Excuse me. For the staff.

Paris is great,

but this is something else.

Although there are no women.

You're really hooked

on Natasha.

Have you ever thought

about rehab?

You wanted to go straight.

That's impossible in Paris.

There's too much temptation.

Those guys who replaced us

are supposed to be good.

We'll see how long they last.

Look at all those little

working hands.

Hey, Thnardier! Do your

illegal aliens have their papers?

Listen, I have always paid.

-We don't want your money.

Do you want to close me down?

-No, we want you to expand.

Are you joking?

No, there's a shop next door.

-But it's not empty.

We can solve that problem.

-How then?

We can do it the other way around.

Your neighbour buys you out.

No, no.

I'd rather expand.

You hire somebody else

and we go fifty-fifty.

That's fair, isn't it?

You'll make a lot of money,

because he'll sell cheap.

Alright, let's go next door.

Do you ever leave your desk

to catch thieves?

Because your predecessors...

-I hear they were a bit...

They only went outside

to drink wine.

Really?

-Yes, but I...

...never paid anything.

They weren't able to

get a cent from me.

Not from me.

-Another little signature.

Are you insured?

-Of course.

And you pay the highest premium?

-Ha.

Do you know why it's so expensive?

-No.

He pays without thinking.

-Yes.

Because in 50% of the cases,

the owner did it himself.

What's that supposed to mean?

-We'll have a look at your place.

What's that?

Well, have a look.

There. What's that?

Well?

-Whose is that?

That's impossible.

That's not true.

You're f***ing me around.

Listen.

-A**hole, let go of me.

10 to 1 that we'll

have visitors.

The countryside agrees with you.

I don't need a lot

to be happy.

Horses and grass.

-Vincennes, Auteuil, Longchamps.

It's like at the races here.

Except without thousands of idiots.

And without a million

worthless betting tickets.

Instead of a cop,

you could have been a poet.

I was always a poetic

kind of cop.

Are those cops giving you

a hard time?

A bit at first,

but it's getting better.

The girl's not bad.

-That's what her customers say too.

We're a poetic couple.

Insurance fraud and

insulting a public servant.

That doesn't look good.

-Yes, yes, I understand.

What's the yearly

insurance premium?

100,000 francs.

-Not bad.

That's extortion. You pay

and what do they do for you?

Do they go after the thieves?

We're doing all the work.

And what do we get? Nothing.

That's not normal, is it?

Something's wrong with the system.

Alright. How much?

This is better than looking

after heads of state...

...who go straight from

a memorial to a brothel.

I've heard some cops are so

stupid, they hide in garbage bins.

Yes, sure.

-Really.

How are the two new guys doing?

They're so bad,

people are starting to miss you two.

They got what they deserve.

-Yes.

They won't see me again.

-Or me.

See you soon.

That's Nadurel.

His race is on Sunday.

-In Longchamps?

No, a little race track.

3 races per year.

Does he have a chance?

-Not at all. He's slow.

But I'm getting him ready

for next season.

Do you know why his name is Nadurel?

-No.

Because he's a natural!

Do you have something

up your sleeve?

I have to go to the city.

Can I borrow your car?

I'd rather drive you there.

-That's nice of you.

But, maybe it's my age...

I prefer being alone.

No problem. I'll take the bus.

Here, have my car.

-No, I'll take the bus.

But you can have my car.

-Since you insist.

A white wine and a phone.

Don't you have a booth?

-Over there.

Where's my car?

I was in a bistro.

When I came out...

My BMW stolen?

-It's also your fault.

If I had taken the bus...

-Sh*t, it's not true.

BMWs get stolen more

often than buses.

Did you report it?

-And get the cops after me?

What if it's used

as a get-away car?

That's enough.

I'm calling the cops.

Fran...

To report a stolen car.

Thank you.

-Franois, your car...

I sold it.

You sold my BMW?

-Yes.

But it wasn't that good anymore.

Monday, I'll get you a new

one with all the extras.

You sold it, a**hole.

-Calm down. I'll explain.

The 2nd race starts in 5 minutes.

You can still place your bets.

We have 2:
1 for the favourite:

nr. 2, Reine d'un Jour.

And 80 :
1 for the outsider:

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