The French Connection II Page #4

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I came over after Charnier

and I'm gonna get his ass!

Where is that goddamn motherf***er?

Where is he?!

That's enough! Stop it, Doyle!

- Look at this, a**hole!

He told us what we want.

- That's enough now.

- OK.

You'd better be right. I'll tell you that.

I'll come lookin' for ya!

I'll knock your dick stiff.

Look at my hat.

This time, Doyle, you stay right next to me.

Come on.

Where's my f***ing gun?!

I hope you can swim, a**hole!

Hey! Doyle, come on!

Henri! Henri!

Yeah?

Doyle?

Commissaire Delacroix.

He wants your passport.

There is a plane for Barcelona in the morning

with a connection to New York.

You'll get your passport back

when you get on it.

Do you need me to translate?

They called your boss in New York.

Your passport, Popeye.

Why don't you tell him

I lost it in the dry dock?

He wants you to stay in the hotel

until we say you leave.

My French no good. In English.

I say nothing till consul get here.

I know nothing of last night.

You must have known

something was stuck to the hull.

We come for fixing of the rudder!

I know nothing about the dope!

- You will wait here, Captain.

- I go back in Dutch territory.

No! You are in French territory,

and you will stay on French territory.

I don't want to see that. Keep it under wraps.

- What are you gonna do now?

- We wait.

When this consul comes,

we'll go to headquarters and talk.

And when the consul leaves,

we don't talk so much.

Don't lock this bum up yet.

He hasn't been paid.

Charnier would only pay after delivery.

Last night there wasn't time.

This Dutchman will wait till he gets his cash.

- It could be in Holland, on deposit in Geneva.

- No, it'll be here, and in cash.

Charnier won't stiff this guy.

He's got too many stories to tell ya.

- I don't know.

- Look.

If you follow this guy

all over Europe, in a week's time...

..there'll be nickel and dime bags

on 126th Street.

Let him go. Let him walk away.

He'll lead us right to Frog One.

You owe me one.

OK, merci.

We've got the harbour covered,

in case he tries a rendezvous by boat.

- When's that ship scheduled to leave?

- The day after tomorrow.

OK.

It will get very difficult

if we see nothing tomorrow, Popeye.

Hey, look. Look!

Who in the hell does that

look like? Henry Kissinger?

- Alexandre, Raoul, mil...

- Come on!

They're comin' in.

- Hey, there he is.

- Which one?

The guy with the cigarette in his mouth.

They switched bags!

The white collar. He's got a white collar.

Tell 'em he's got a white-and-blue bag

around his shoulder.

- Getting ready to cross the street.

Oui.

- Christ, look at this.

He goes to the Arab quarter.

Over here!

Doyle!

Get out of the way. Get out.

Come on, move it. Come on!

Charnier?

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