Rivals Page #3

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Sh*t, what's that? Chief... I mean, Matador.

A coach has just pulled up.

What the hell?

A brass band is setting up in the square.

I'll go take a look.

Sh*t, we're f***ed. They've left on foot.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Pity, you did a pretty drawing.

- We look like idiots.

- Not for the first time.

No, unfortunately.

I must ask you something.

- A different matter.

- Go ahead.

My brother has just got out.

The other day, I saw two guys watching him.

Know anything?

We're keeping an eye on him.

- Any particular reason?

- Just routine.

He's living with you, right?

Not at my place. Just above. A maid's room.

Same thing.

You know your brother's record.

I can't help a family member?

I won't let him down

now he's trying to go straight.

- That's not what I'm asking.

- What are you asking?

Listen. Do whatever you want,

but be careful.

It's looking good, isn't it?

I know, Mr Guersin,

but we hadn't signed anything.

Come on. That's too easy.

I'm sorry.

If it was up to me... I supported your file.

Without the anonymous letters...

The mayor got three.

The deputy mayors, too.

They didn't appreciate it.

You knew about the prison.

And the mayor, too.

Yes. But the guy threatened

to stir up the whole town.

You told us it was a sure thing.

Elections are coming up.

The mayor won't take risks.

- Who wrote the f***ing letters?

- You don't need to know.

- He won't get the contract, either.

- I don't give a sh*t!

I just want you to keep your word.

Stop pushing me around, Mr Guersin.

Paulo. Paulo!

Calm down.

It looks better like that.

Vincenot and Bouzic. You don't know them?

They're from Gerland.

They set up three or four years ago.

They've got girls and slot machines.

We're friends.

They're in trouble with guys in Paris.

Big trouble, if you catch my drift.

They're looking for someone reliable.

I can put in a word for you.

- That's not a good idea.

- It's up to you.

Look who's here!

- Good evening.

- I'll leave you to it.

- Up to your old tricks?

- I was just passing by.

Yeah, right.

- Do you want a drink?

- No, I have to go. I'm with clients.

Bye.

He's affectionate, isn't he?

That's him, the guy I told you about.

The one who snuffed Bazingue?

Bazingue tried to steal one of his girls.

He didn't like it. He smoked him.

Then Bazingue's mates

made his wife pay the fine.

She had to hustle for them for five years.

I think we should stop seeing each other.

- What did I do?

- Nothing.

What's wrong?

Is it because you feel bad

about the drinks stand?

It's a pity it fell through,

but it's not the end of the world.

- You don't get it.

- Explain.

It pisses me off.

It pisses me off to unload pallets,

to see you at the checkout.

Being with you like this. It pisses me off.

So you're leaving me

because it pisses you off.

You're right. I don't get it.

It's better like this.

What will you have?

Nothing.

I'll have a half.

I swear. It's better.

No, it's not.

Mesrine told Commandant Broussard,

"The first to shoot wins."

Mesrine was shot down yesterday...

Sh*t. Somebody shut his f***ing mouth.

Does he think we're pricks?

They wanted to kill him, they did. Period.

- Switch off, Franois.

- Wait a second.

There, the vultures. Look at the bastards.

- They're full of crap.

- You don't have to watch.

Shut up!

Your friends are the ones who killed him!

You don't know what you're talking about.

There were grenades in the car.

They had no choice.

Don't make me laugh.

It was Mesrine.

You know what he's capable of.

We know what you're capable of.

You killed him without warning. Like a sh*t.

I know what I'm on about.

I've known the cops since I was 15.

- Hey, guys. There's a great steak.

- You can shove your steak, okay?

When I was in the security wing,

nobody came to see me.

At least Mesrine was with us!

He was the killer, not us.

Don't get everything mixed up. Sh*t!

You didn't end up in prison by accident.

Don't forget that.

Mesrine got what was coming to him.

- Do you think he had a choice?

- Of course he did. So did you.

- Stop pretending you're a victim.

- You're talking bullshit.

If you believe that,

you're an even bigger fool.

I'm going. I've had enough.

- It's all bullshit.

- No, stay.

We're all here. We never see each other.

Franois, tell him to stay.

Why did you make all that fuss?

I made the fuss?

Okay. You know what? He can stay,

I'll leave. Bye.

Listen to yourselves!

I didn't cook all morning for nothing.

Shut up for five minutes,

and let's sit down to eat.

It's the polite way to act.

What's this crap?

Well? Answer me!

I'm not in the mood. Don't piss me off!

You sent the bailiff.

Do you want me to be sent down again?

I don't give a sh*t!

You owe me seven years of alimony.

I was in jail, remember? Anyway, I'm broke.

I haven't got anything to take.

I heard you had a plan.

- A plan? It's fallen through.

- You bring tears to my eyes.

You make promises and then you forget.

I won't give up.

Even money can't make everything right.

What do you expect me to do?

I've got nothing.

Even my bed came from my brother.

What do you expect me to do?

So you're just going to run away. Yet again.

You're really a prick, Gabriel.

- Shut up!

- What?

Don't talk like that in front of the kid.

Go to your room.

I hear you've found yourself a youngster.

Why don't you put her on the game?

Too good for that, is she?

- You had no qualms about me.

- Shut up.

I know you, Gabriel. Don't bullshit me.

I saw you in action.

Shut up!

- See? I'm right.

- I told you to stop.

You'll get the other half when it's done.

There.

That's them. The Rozoul brothers.

They're from around Paris, Montreuil.

They have a bar, La Fringale.

It's a small place, always empty.

They close up every evening.

It's the ideal place to do them.

Got the address?

Any questions?

We're nearly there. You'll see, it's worth it.

It'd better be.

See?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Dad took us on holiday round here.

He took his boss's delivery van,

and we went camping.

Gabriel and I got lost one day

and ended up here.

It became our place.

I wanted you to see it.

What?

Here.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

I'd like us to live together.

Don't answer straight away. Think about it.

Do you think it could work?

If we want it to, it will.

Where's Valentine?

I didn't bring her. She's at Mum's.

Why?

I'm leaving you, Jos.

- Screw you!

- My mind's made up.

I said, screw you!

Lazaga, pipe down.

Don't forget, bring Valentine next time.

All right. We're done.

- Hello, Corinne.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- We came to say hi.

See if everything's okay.

You've grown.

This is for you.

- Won't you let us in?

- Okay.

You can't stay for long.

We're just going out.

- We came for the kid.

- What?

- We came for the kid.

- Show me your room. This way?

Valentine, stay where you are.

I'll find it on my own, then.

What the hell are you doing here?

What's this all about?

Her dad's worried about her.

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