Gendarme Et Les Gnedarmettes, Le (Never Play Clever Again) Page #2

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Everything ok? Get lost, you.

There was a fly in my eye.

It's gone already, chief.

And?

- Let's go there.

Get lost, you.

Are you ill, old man?

I'll give you 5 minutes exactly

to get out of town.

Get on, we'll get them out of here.

- Damn, my motorbike.

Are you ok?

Christine...

Come, come. Wait.

You have beautiful eyes.

Need a hand, Perlin?

- We shook of the gang.

No, chief, no.

- To the car. To the car.

Come closer, darlings.

Come closer.

Spying on half naked creatures.

You disappoint me, Mr. Cruchot.

You're mistaken. My men are

out of line with our girls.

Aren't you out of line yourself?

You're possessed by the devil.

- I'm surveying.

Honestly?

Yes, look for yourself.

Do you see filthy Beaupied

with the black woman?

She's a real black.

You see them?

- No, nothing.

Wait. No, they're not there anymore.

They're gone.

Were here.

- You were there.

We just arrived, chief.

- Exactly.

It's the sun, chief.

Get a hold. And remember: if you

lie to us, you lie to God.

Come on, sister Thrse.

I'll get you.

You took her paddling, didn't you?

What are you talking about?

- Yes, paddling.

What's that?

- Sweat, chief. You're terrorizing us.

What a terrible head.

We're going back. Follow me.

Now you. Authoritative look,

curt manner...

...and smooth transitions. Go on.

That's bit stiff. Wait.

Again, from the start.

Chief, what's happening?

Did you do all that?

They're looking at me instead

of the signs.

Why would that be, chief?

Attention. Get out of here.

Well, I'm buggered.

I can't even go dancing anymore.

That Cruchot is really trying to kill us.

They need to go from

theory to practice.

Tomorrow, we'll let them

go on their own.

Another glass of wine?

- No, thank you.

What are they doing now?

- They're off duty now.

I'm going to have a look in town.

- No, leave them alone.

Go to bed now, go.

- Thank you. Goodnight.

I'm going to have a look anyway.

Look, Yo, this was in my bag.

Wait for me tonight at 11.

Your future may depend on it.

A friend.

Strange, no?

- A gendarme?

What did you think?

- Will you leave your light on?

No, I'm going to sleep.

- For sure?

That's him. That's him.

You again.

- Not me, it was the other one.

Just like on the beach.

You're misbehaving.

Get out. Go.

Scramble.

I'll get him.

- And you, to bed. Go.

So it was you?

- What? I was what?

Naughty boy. Don't pretend you

don't know what I'm on about.

Ludovic.

Come up.

Attention. Attention.

I see you're still suffering

from Saturday night fever.

Nightly visits to

the young ladies.

I should have bought a guitar,

instead of a sweater.

Sweetheart, I can explain everything.

Never mind, I just

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