Le dernier vol du flamant rose Page #2

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I did what anyone wouldve done.

I need help.

Have you talked to the Captain?

He won't help.

Problems with the Tuaregs.

You know them,

find some to escort me.

They won't go into the Tenere.

No water, too many superstitions.

Convince them, I can pay them.

Pay them?

They scorn your money.

If the person you loved was lost,

what'd you do?

Where Lancaster crashed,

the desert is dangerous.

Trying to find him is suicidal.

For people like you,

Iife is sensible or it's a dream.

Love is just a dream, right?

How are you?

I saw your son Firhoun

heading into the Tenere.

You can talk in front of him.

With him were some 60 armed men.

From which tribe?

Ajjers, Iforas, Hoggars?

I don't know. They were far away.

Excuse me...

I'm Iooking for a plane,

that crashed.

You speak French?

A plane...

That crashed...

In the dunes...

A plane in the sky...

You saw a plane?

A white man?

See any smoke?

We saw nothing.

No plane, no white man,

no smoke.

I'm sorry, they saw nothing.

Thanks for accepting

this sudden invitation.

You know why I accepted it.

We're from the same background...

Know the same peopIe,

even have friends...

We couId have met before,

but fate chose this setting

for our first dinner.

Eat! I hear

you have stomach problems.

You sound Iike my mother.

The first thing she said

when I Ieft:

"Mind your stomach."

Women astound me.

I speak of my resolve

to serve France overseas,

and she worries about my gut!

She's right...

Your resolve needs a healthy body.

I say the head decides everything.

You're a perfect example.

A woman like you,

having such a briIIiant career!

Find me men

to go into the Tenere.

ReaIIy, Ma'am.

I thought l'd been

quite frank with you.

I'm sorry the search was in vain,

but you must understand...

How can I accept that?

Let someone die in the desert,

without coming to his aid?

Duclos!

- Captain!

- The telex, pIease!

I just got this.

Thanks.

Urgent order from HQ.

Arrest Firhoun, dead or aIive.

Sgt Mercier killed

trying to intercept Firhoun.

Permission to take 60 men

to ensure immediate arrest.

Satisfied, Lt Chauvet?

Now your Firhoun went too far.

Unless we punish this crime,

no Tuareg wilI respect

the honour and authority of France!

Firhoun and his men are

in the Blue Mountain area.

- Captain, may I...

- Not another word!

I'm taking this over.

We Ieave tomorrow, in daylight.

Relay my orders!

That'II be aII.

They say

Firhoun just defended himseIf.

Stop the chatter.

Firhoun kiIIed a Frenchman.

He kiIIed him in self-defence.

To protect himseIf!

Quiet!

Move, dammit!

Sadou, that one, there.

That one, there.

Adou!

That one, too.

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