The French Connection II Page #3

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That's bitter.

It's bitter.

I need a doctor. I need an American doctor.

Doctors keep records, papers.

- You want that?

Junkie cop?

They'll throw you off the police force.

Drink.

- Miletto!

It's cold.

- Yeah, that oughta help a lot.

I feel like I spent a week licking a pool table.

It was three weeks.

- Where were you guys?

- We looked.

- Where the f*** were ya?

- 52 men were looking for you full time.

Aw, sh*t. If I had 52 men lookin' for somebody

I'd find 'em in three hours in New York!

- Yes, but Marseilles is not New York.

- Yeah, you're goddamn right it ain't.

Bet your f***in' ass it ain't New York.

Scag City.

I'd like to pull the goddamn city down brick

by brick and put it all in your f***ing head.

You can relax now.

Sh*t. I feel like a goddamn pincushion.

Look, Henry... you're not gonna

make me go cold turkey, are you?

- Yes, I am.

- Oh, look, I'm s...

I've seen guys go cold turkey. They put

their f***in' head right through a steel wall.

They'd cut their mother's throat for

a $5 bag of scag. Come on, you can't make...

I call your mother.

I call your mother. She will be proud of you.

- Aw, come on. Leave her out of this.

- "Mrs. Doyle, I present your son, the hero."

- Oh, sh*t. Will you stop this sh*t?

- Did I ever tell you? I had her once.

- What a f***!

- Oh, you...

Don't quit now.

Don't give up.

Don't give up.

I want a f***in' Hershey bar.

That's OK.

It's not good for Frogs.

Makes 'em jump backwards.

A**hole.

Hey. I don't want any of this f***in' rock!

What are they givin' me?

Wait a minute... OK. What I want

is a nice, juicy PJ Clarke's hamburger.

Understand? With blood

runnin' out of it,...

..and some onions on it and some ketchup

and salt, and a beer. OK? All right?

Henry, wait. Wait a minute.

I need some help, Henry.

I need some help. I want a doctor, Henry.

- A f***in' American doctor.

- Forget it.

Don't tell me to forget it.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Just wait till you go get the hamburgers.

All right? I'll wait here.

Just... wait till... All right, wait.

Goddamn...

Let's change the order.

I don't want the hamburgers.

I want... I want some Hershey bars,

Henry. You know what I mean?

Wait! I want the Hershey bars, Henry. Not

the Frog oatmeal sh*t you've been givin' me.

I want real Hershey bars with the nuts in 'em.

Henry, you got it in the office.

I know goddamn well... Henry!

Who the f*** would know, Henry?!

Goddammit!

You motherfuckers!

Don't tell 'em anything

until you see your f***in' lawyer!

Right?

This is...

It's really good. I never

drink this at home, you know.

"Gaston de Lagrange. Cognac."

It's good stuff.

Only the best for you, Doyle.

Goddamn.

When I was a kid, I never drank

because I thought it was a sin,...

..because of the nuns and everything.

- Are you Catholic?

- Retired.

Retired?!

Retired, huh? You just

turned in your papers and...

Do you get a pension?

Oh, sh*t.

Ahhhh...

Well, besides all that...

You didn't imagine me, did you?

But besides all that...

When I was a... um...

..a kid, you know, with the nuns

and the confessions and all that,...

..I was a ballpayer... ballplayer.

I was a ballplayer!

Baseball player.

Yeah. You know,

I had a tryout with the Yankees.

- You know what the Yankees are?

- Yes. As in "Yankee go home."

Yeah. No!

No, uh...

Uh...

No, the Yankee baseball... baseball team.

Yeah, I had a tryout with them and...

..they sent me down to the... the minors.

And the poblem...

poblem... problem was that...

..there was a f***in' kid there, and he was...

..the fastest bastard, he was f***in' fast.

And he... he played shortstop

at the time, and he...

He could hit the ball a f***in' ton.

A f***in' ton!

- You know what "f***" means?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I was in spring training...

..and I saw this kid,...

..and I just immediately took the test for cops.

That kid was Mickey Mantle.

You know who Mickey Mantle was?

- You fuckhead.

- No, I can't say that I know.

You don't know

who Mickey Mantle was? Huh?

How about Willie Mays?

Say hey! Willie Mays!

The mighty Willie Mays. See?

No.

Max Lanier. A Frog.

Jean Kiley. You remember Jean Kiley?

- Gene Kelly?

- Gene... Not Gene Kelly.

Jean Kiley, the f***in' skier.

Oh. You mean Jean-Claude Killy.

That's what I said! Yes. F***, yeah.

Good athlete.

Well, and... Whitey Ford. Goddamn.

You know who Whitey Ford was?

Oh... sh*t. He was a dandy little southpaw.

That's what we called him.

He was a dandy little southpaw.

- Southpaw?

- Yeah. He was a lefty.

- You mean a communist?

- No, he was a Republican.

But he was somethin', I tell you.

He was somethin'. He was...

He was... uh...

..um... a lefty.

He threw with his left hand.

Understand? With his south hand.

With his south paw.

That's why we called him a lefty.

You got it?

Look here...

And the batter was standing like this.

You gotta throw me the ball.

Wait a minute.

OK. Ready.

- You never saw any baseball, did you?

- No.

Sh*t.

Well, Whitey Ford was a dandy southpaw.

He was...

Give me one, Henry, quick!

You motherf***er!

- Drink it.

He'd hit the f***in' apple ball

with the f***in' stick!

- Tell me about Southpaw.

- I told you about that f***in' southpaw!

- I can't take it no more!

- And Mickey Mantle.

Mickey Mantle sucks!

- Do you ski?

- Do I look like I can ski, you fuckhead?!

I can barely walk!

I need help, goddamnit!

Sh*t.

- I have your breakfast. I hope you can eat it.

- Uh... I'll try.

- Are you gonna take me home?

- Not yet.

You were cold. We'll warm you up.

And maybe see a little

of Marseilles too, hein?

I don't remember anything.

They'd just knocked me on my ass.

Anything? Any detail?

I don't remember anything.

I'd like to have some of that.

You're kidding. A woman now

would finish you off.

Not the woman, dummy. What she's eating.

Listen, a**hole, tell me the truth.

I was set up, wasn't I?

Whose idea was it?

What difference does it make?

They sent me over here to work with you.

You put me on the street

so Charnier could blow me away.

That's beautiful. Beautiful.

Why didn't you figure this out earlier?

Why didn't I think of it earlier?

Cos I'm a bigger a**hole than you are.

Henry? It's Doyle.

- Workin' kinda late at the office, aren't ya?

- Where are you, Popeye?

I'm at Charnier's place.

I suddenly remembered it.

It's the Hotel Colonnades.

Used to be the Hotel Tanger.

It's on the Rue Rappatu. You got that?

- Stay where you are.

- OK.

Oh, Henry. Bring some water. A lot of it.

Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?

- Exterminator.

- Quoi?

Rats. You got rats, buddy.

Come on outta there, you f***in' rats!

Come on out or I'll burn you out!

Come on, you rats! Come on out!

Everybody out!

Hey, hey, hey! Move it! Hot p*ssy here!

Hey! You moustached motherfuckers!

Hey!

Doyle! Doyle, you knew!

You always knew the name of this place!

You knew and you wouldn't tell me!

Doyle, I deserve an answer!

Look at that! That's your answer. F*** you!

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