Coup de torchon Page #2

Doesn't bother them and

it's fun for us.

When dysentery's cured,

we'll find a new sport.

This one's yours, Le Pron.

Look, I blew his head off.

You may not be aware of it,

but you're breaking the law

and mocking the dead.

But they're n*ggers,

thrown in like dead dogs.

No, they've been entrusted

to the river.

It's a ceremony, sort of a burial...

...words can't explain...

You're desecrating their graves.

So how much would the fine be for... that?

I'd like to know the value

of a stiff

who used to earn a franc a day.

Let's say a hundred,

but I'll close my eyes for fifty.

Fifty? What do you say?

OK, but on one condition...

- You can take a shot.

- I can't in my position.

- Just one round.

- No!

That body's blocked by a log.

You miss on purpose?

At least he tried.

You can always be bribed.

I've got no choice.

First, I'm underpaid...

second, my wife takes

all my money...

and third, fining you

is practically a civic duty.

No, Le Pron.

Where'd you learn to play pool?

How's your stick in bed?

Lucien! What's new?

I hope you can cheer us up.

Paulo, this is Lucien Cordier,

Police Chief of Bourkassa...

and this gawk is Paulo

who just arrived in this hole.

A drink?

Things booming?

Booming, maybe... but...

Bourkassa's not a big city

like here.

- How big is it?

- There's a signpost marked Pop. 1275.

Pop?

That means 1275 souls.

And as many people as souls?

Obviously.

I think you're wrong

to say 1275 souls...

It means 1275 inhabitants,

right, Paulo?

You bet, Marcel.

Tell him why, bright eye.

You're more convincing.

Your 1275 souls, that includes

n*ggers. But they've got no soul.

- Right?

- You bet.

Maybe you're right,

but maybe you're wrong.

How come blacks have got no soul?

Make him see the light.

They don't have soul 'cause

they're not really people.

Well, what are they then?

Just n*ggers, that's all.

The proof is we call them

n*ggers, not people.

Now wait a sec. How about this?

A white baby loses his mama,

who's also white...

It happens?

- It happens.

And there's nobody to feed him

but a black woman. She saves him, right?

- Yeah, so?

- Well, that proves

...Nothing

He could suckle a cow,

does that prove that cows are people?

I've slept with black women,

never with cows.

You could've.

But that doesn't prove

that cows are people.

Put that in your pipe!

You're great at logic, Marcel!

But you didn't come here

for my logic.

Oh, no! I've got headaches.

My head's all twisted.

I've lost my appetite.

So I thought and thought...

and I came to the conclusion

that I didn't know what to do.

Go on!

Out of the way, hag!

What? Shoes!

Did you hear? Those two pimps

are giving him hell.

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