La French

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Good evening. The settling of scores in

center Marseilles goes on...

Drugs are behind these score settlings.

The "French Connection" has made

Marseilles the world capital of heroin,

swamping the streets of New York as well.

These toxic products affect

mainly the young.

I need my sh*t back.

- No.

- I will die.

Of course you will die...

...you shoot heroin.

- Cure me then!

- You don't wanna be cured...

- Who's your supplier?

- Who cares!

The mayor of Marseille is concerned

about his town's reputation.

Drug is a plague which

spreads death and violence.

We'll get rid of it at any cost.

Sit down!

We intensified the investigations

in order to give the police...

all the necessary means to get

this cleaning process done.

Tell me who's your supplier.

Give me one "trick"!

Give me one name!

Who gives a f***!

Look! Look here!

Look! Look at this!

- You see, don't you?

- I feel sick.

Just a little "trick"...

A little trick, for me.

- We have to hold on, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Bye, Lily.

- Bye.

JUVENILE JUDGE:

I've been waiting for an hour.

Sorry, I was in a hearing.

And coming to see the

prosecutor is not a priority.

You're a really stubborn man, Pierre.

Well, I made my decision.

You're no longer a juvenile judge.

How come?

I'm appointing you judge

of the organized crime.

It's a big promotion.

I understand but I can't

abandon those kids.

That's exactly why I've chosen you.

Over there you can both fight drugs

and help those kids.

How's a going?

So, you gonna save us

some speed ticket now?

No, but now I can send you

to jail if you don't pay them!

Easy with the sangra, Bernard!

The kittens!

- Simon! A little Champagne?

- Yeah.

It's amazing how far you've gone,

I'm so happy for you.

You can believe him,

he even skipped the

football game to be there.

- Stop it, you're embarrassing me.

- You enjoy being a little flattered.

How about putting 'em to bed?

They'll sleep in class.

Friends! With whom we gonna clink glasses?

With the new judge of organized crime!

Thank you very much.

Get some sleep or

you'll be too tired tomorrow.

Narcotics, good morning.

Yes... don't hang up.

Morning, do you need something?

- Commissioner Aim-Blanc.

- And you are...

- Judge, pleasure to meet you.

- Mine too.

Jos Alvarez, cadet of the squad.

- I'm very sorry.

- Follow me.

Sorry for the confusion,

judges rarely come down here.

Their bad.

One of the old brigade, Cpt. Ange Mariette.

- It's a pleasure, judge.

- Pleasure's all mine.

Pierre Michel, the new judge

for organized crime.

John Cusack, from DEA.

He represents the United States.

I heard about you.

- Good things, I hope.

- Yes.

My country invested a lot of money

to put a stop to French Connection.

Heroin is devastating the USA, you know.

Here as well, you know...

but we gonna take care of that.

And in concrete, how do you plan

to accomplish that?

You tell me.

What do we have about the French?

- Nothing.

- Why is that?

It's a bit more complicated on

the field than in your papers.

I'm listening.

You're not from here... I am.

I know this town inch by inch.

I spent 6 years in Paris,

in the Vice Squad.

After I was back, I felt more at home.

The French sets the rules...

and it's a goddamn octopus.

They started by taking over all

restaurants and bars...

Places where cash flows.

It's impossible to run a business without

them proposing you an "association"...

...by which they mean "racket".

Once they own the place, they bring

back the slot machines.

But Bingo is not the only game

which amuses them.

They've put a "tax" on all the Casinos

of the coast, using an old trick.

A fight breaks out, then another,

then a third one...

Evidently, they're all setups...

Thugs keep starting fights until

the manager becomes afraid.

Then they offer some kind of protection...

...and nobody dares saying "no".

Then, at night, there's drinks and hookers.

They run the distribution of alcohol,

so that not even a dime slips through them.

The French has got plenty of money.

They reinvest this load of cash

in an even more juicy business,

the one that turns snow into gold.

They get tons of morphine-base from Turkey.

If we don't catch it in flight, it's gone.

They keep it for weeks into

clandestine labs.

Nobody knows where these labs are.

Their stuff is getting

more and more strong,

they have magicians as chemists.

The heroin is true carnage, 98% pure.

Hundreds of kilos leave for America.

Logistically speaking,

they have nothing to learn.

I never saw such organized people.

An import-export enterprise

to make Danone blush.

Those who interfere,

all end up the same way...

On the shelf of the unsolved business.

"Mob rules" have never been this violent.

Everybody knows who runs the organization,

who controls the traffic...

But who's crazy enough to say his name?

There's nothing on him... nothing.

Not a word... not a witness...

nothing to give us a lead.

The true power of an untouchable

is the silence he imposes on everyone else.

Your Vittel is already on the table,

Mr. Zampa.

Thank you.

- Gentlemen.

- Hi, Tany.

- Tell me the numbers, not the names.

- 9, 16 and 15.

What about the Corsicans?

- It's OK with them.

- Perfect.

The Americans want 100 kilos.

I put the cash for the half,

there leaves 7 kilos for each one.

- 7 kilos is...

- 140,000 francs each.

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