Taxi 4 Page #5

I'm useless.

Gibert was right to take my badge.

I don't deserve it.

Same goes for most cops.

I became a cop for my Dad's sake.

It was his dying wish.

It's tough, but at least you tried.

Yeah, you're right.

It's time to move on.

Do something I want to do.

That's a positive attitude.

What do you want to do?

That's the problem.

I like my job.

It's the best in the world.

I see. You really are in the sh*t.

If only I could find the Belgian.

I'd get my badge back.

- What Belgian?

- The perp. He's Belgian.

Big mouth? Fisherman?

Exactly.

Have you seen him?

I picked him up outside the station.

That's him.

He said he'd take a cab.

Pretty spectacular escape.

Was the police band playing?

Do you remember where he went?

- Of course.

- You're a genius!

- Emilien?

- Why?

What about the kids?

Sh*t! The kids.

You got an idea?

Is it Sunday already?

Sure it is.

Here are the kids,

I'll get the pie.

Fine. I'll put the oven on.

- You're sure it's here?

- Yes. No. 4.

We need to check they're still here.

They are.

Are you sure?

It looks empty.

They're asleep like everybody else,

except us two fools.

Does that mean that I am not normal?

And their car's still there.

You'd have made a good cop.

Is that a compliment?

Sure. As a kid, you must have

played cops and robbers.

Sure, but I was always

on the other team.

If we have work to do tomorrow,

I'll get some sleep.

Go ahead. I'll keep an eye on them.

Emilien?

Sorry, I dozed off.

We have coffee, Quick Burgers,

cheeseburgers, pies... Yogurt.

You had that in the car?

I bought it.

You mean no one

was watching the house?

I was supposed to sleep

while you kept watch.

Your snoring kept me awake.

- Maybe they took off?

- They didn't take off.

The car's still there.

Another arrived an hour ago

with 2 guys in it.

Why didn't you wake me?

You sleeping gives me a break.

Even if you snore.

They're coming out.

There's the Belgian!

It's not him.

Mine was a lot younger.

He's in disguise!

Look, his mustache is dropping off.

Why'd he get dressed up

to leave his own house?

Maybe because the cops

are after him.

Absolutely right.

There's something familiar

about the girl.

Never saw her before.

- Where are they going?

- Guess.

Monaco! Banks all over.

Heaven for a guy like him.

A tax haven, you mean.

Tell me about it. We'd just love

to access some vaults here.

Shall I ask the Belgian to help?

After all you did for him,

he owes you.

Cut it out!

Here we go...

He's chosen one.

Royal Bank of Belgium.

He must be homesick.

They're gonna hold it up?

They're not playing boules.

I'll call Gibert.

Shouldn't you wait to have some proof?

No sweat!

We'll get the proof later.

Chief? It's Emilien.

I've got the Belgian.

I've spotted him at least.

I know I'm not a cop anymore.

I was taking a walk

and I saw him enter a bank.

They're not playing boules.

It's the RBB in Monaco.

I know it's far.

I'll try to tie them up.

- He's on his way.

- Great!

The Joker vs. Scooby-Doo.

Can I help you?

I'm here to see my son, Edouard.

You're Triboulet's father?

- That's right.

- He'll be so pleased.

Thank you.

This way. They're friendly here.

Come in.

Dad?

Idiot! Dad died 4 years ago.

He'd be ashamed of you

for changing names.

Brother...

- I thought you were in prison.

- Not this week.

Prison's like a country home.

I go there to rest up.

Let's have a look at you.

Still that stupid haircut.

You never change!

Girls like men with hair

that's virile.

A bit like me.

You're still single?

Yes.

Delta 1 in position.

The girl's going in.

I know I've seen her before.

I'm going in.

Fine, Delta 2.

Got you on visual.

It's heating up.

What if I take a discreet look?

You don't do discreet.

We sit tight and

wait for Scooby-Doo.

Welcome!

I'm opening an account

with Mr. Triboulet.

I'll call him for you.

Go on, answer it.

- It's a client?

- Go down.

I won't get in your way.

I'll be right down.

Right away.

Give me the keys.

I'll go instead of you.

I only have the keys

to empty boxes.

I open accounts.

That's good. Me, too.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Countess.

This way, please.

- Open up.

- Yes, Mr. Triboulet.

After you, Countess.

Good job!

It's all yours, Countess.

Where'd you like to start?

That wall.

On that wall, we have No. 82.

How's that suit you?

Perfectly.

Are they biting?

I'm tracking the alarm connections.

I have to deactivate them

or it'll go off in Security.

She blows me away.

No kidding! How about some food?

I'm starving.

I'll go find something.

What's Gibert up to?

It's been an hour.

- I've spoilt you.

- That's true.

And an hour to open an account?

Or several accounts.

Here's the list of boxes.

It'll take a while.

Grab a coffee.

A coffee?

The Free Belgian?

Pretty classy.

At your Majesty's service.

First box open.

Keep going, Delta 2.

What?

A guy in a suit gets into a van

at 9 a.m. Is that normal?

A Dutch guy getting back

from a club.

Loaded up with food,

when the van sells Fries?

Maybe his suck.

Smart ass.

That's why I'm a cop.

Just five left. I need info.

OK, hold tight a second.

Number 107. Box 107.

- 1-0-7.

- 10/4.

- A black notebook?

- Affirmative.

- You gave me a fright?

- How's it going?

- Just five left.

- Let's move it!

Of course.

Are you done?

Getting there.

His head's smaller than yours, boss.

The wig keeps slipping.

Stop getting there

and get him out.

Dumbhead!

Stop getting there

and get your mustache on.

I got yelled at.

- Really?

- I'm true.

Stopped for lunch?

Wouldn't surprise me.

Look!

We're gonna lose him!

What?

He's leaving disguised as an old man.

Where are you?

The driver's asking for directions.

But people here run away

when they see a cop.

And the GPS is on the fritz.

It says "Maubeuge".

- And now?

- Straight to the beach.

Watch the sea and count to 100,000.

- OK, fine.

- Seeya, sucker!

You're gonna miss him.

He's walking away.

- It's right there.

- Really?

What's he wearing?

- What do we do?

- It's the wrong one.

I'm not him!

I'm not me, either.

Take him in!

I swear I'm not!

- Emilien?

- Yes, chief?

Meet me at the office.

I have your badge.

Thanks, chief.

Hear that? It's great news!

All thanks to you.

How can I thank you?

This stinks.

No, he's sorry.

He knows I'm a good cop.

Not that. The Belgian.

And only two come out. On foot.

How'd you explain that one?

Nope, that one's a toughie.

And the old guy's limp was different.

Yeah, I noticed that, too.

He maybe fell down some stairs.

Old folks often do.

It wasn't the same guy.

Really?

If that wasn't the Belgian,

where is he?

Look!

What a balls-up!

I'll go a different way.

Meet you at the house.

No way!

We're in this together.

Anyway, now I'm rich and single.

Sounds tempting.

He won't let her go.

- We follow them?

- In your fries van?

What are you waiting for?

Giving them a start's more fun.

This is no time for jokes.

Let's go!

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