J'ai vu tuer Ben Barka Page #2

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wet sheets bound around the chest

straitjackets for no reason...

He went through that?

That was when he sealed

his pact with the devil.

THE GROUNDWORK:

Times are hard, lads.

It's impossible

to set up a business now.

Whether it's honest or not.

I see that every day.

And do you know why?

Because the French are happy.

Life is cushy.

They have what they need

and they're content with that.

They're all spineless wimps.

Belt up, Jojo, you'll jinx us.

Forget Buck John, Dubail.

The war, the black market

rationing... That's over.

Use your head now.

I'll use it. To head-butt you!

Calm down, Pierrot.

This guy's a maniac!

Cut it out.

See to the car.

Look at the state of it.

Go on, Dubail, bail out.

He's a jerk.

And dangerous with it.

He'll go off the road one day

and you'll be news.

"Boucheseiche meets tree. "

You want that?

What's up? Tired?

Tired? Why do you say that?

We've got a job.

You've got what it takes at least.

I've got what it takes all right

and I need dough.

What's the deal?

Do your Left Bank pals

include a Philippe Bernier?

A hack.

Bernier? Yes.

But I know better hacks.

He's the one

our Moroccan friends are interested in.

The Casablanca deal... Going well?

- You bet!

- It's booming.

He's opened two new knocking shops.

The cops aren't too tough?

We work things out.

The Interior Minister's his pal.

General Oufkir.

No need for names.

We just get along well.

Where does the hack fit in?

Our friend the minister

wants us to contact Bernier.

You know how I work.

I prefer to be covered by people here.

I'm not giving up life in Paris.

Forget that sh*t, Jojo.

Boucheseiche will treat you right.

Oufkir and Frey are thick as thieves.

Their families holiday together.

Roger Frey.

The Interior Minister.

For France!

OK, I understand.

I never said I wasn't interested.

Their guy will come to see you.

His name's Chtouki.

What is it exactly?

import-export. He'll explain.

Chtouki. That's a fake name.

"Rome, the one cause

of all my bitterness!

"Rome, for whose sake

you sacrificed my love!

"Rome, which you worship,

and which saw you born!

"Rome which I hate

because she honours you. "

What's so funny?

I'm that bad?

Come on, it's really moving.

- Why did you laugh?

- A name I thought of.

All right, carry on.

"May heaven's wrath... "

Tell me who you thought of.

Anne-Marie...

A woman.

I could tell from your smile.

No! A guy called Chtouki.

The name makes me laugh.

You think I'm stupid...

Not at all.

I have to meet this Chtouki soon.

A Moroccan businessman.

He could change a lot for us.

I wish.

It's true. I'm writing a screenplay.

- On your own?

- With Marguerite Duras.

I could do worse.

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