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l hurt you?

- Not at all.

Good.

l heard your hip crack.

It's mine!

- Let's stop.

I'm fine!

l don't want to hurt you,

but I'll be OK.

I'm OK now.

l could've massaged it for you.

But if you're OK. fine!

The surface pain's gone...

but deep down,

there's a nagging pain, a stiffness.

Maybe a little massage

would ease it.

OK, guys, a match to finish,

for 5 minutes. Bow!

Change partners?

- No.

l really don't want to hurt you.

I'm touched

by your concern, Emilien.

Now l warn you, l started, aged 4.

l can teach you a thing or two!

Your smile could melt a radiator!

You put me off!

Real opponents don't smile!

It's not fair!

Listen up, you sumos!

Meeting with the boss in 5 minutes!

What's up?

You lost your lenses?

l can see you well enough

to kick your ass!

Just trying to help!

You done much judo?

- No.

Only a couple of times.

It's not my sport.

So, what is?

- Karate. Far more effective!

Mine's ping-pong.

No good in fights, same principle:

Spirit of Rising Sun!

Kon-ichi-wa!

It's easy.

''Con''.

''consummate idiot'' like Emilien!

Thanks!

Then, ''ninny'' like...

Sorry, Petra.

It's just an example.

And ''a'' as in ''aaaa''!

Kon-ichi-wa!

Now, you.

Not bad.

- What's it mean?

It means ''hello'' in Japanese.

And don't forget it!

In under an hour, in ol' Marseille

we greet Japan's Defence Secretary.

Mr... Tefu... Techumila.

Mr. Tef... Tejus.

Just call him Nip!

The Nip's from Tokyo.

Before the Franco-Japanese summit

after Bastille Day in Paris...

he's visiting our charming town.

Known why?

The climate?

The sights?

- Sure.

The food?

- The Pastis?

The soccer match!

You're a big bunch of nerds!

Our anti-gang training base!

The Japs have a problem

with the Jacuzzi... Yakuza...

who are even kidnapping

members of the government.

The Defence Secretary

visited England, Germany and France.

Let's get one thing clear:

the Krauts and the Limeys

mustn't win the contract.

Let's make this World Cup II!

l put together a detailed operation

which l will now explain.

l called it Operation...

Ninja!

He's got no more ammo.

Suddenly... no more ammo!

Well, that's only natural.

Yeah, only natural.

l turn to Raymond.

Here he is.

l shake him.

''Raymond, your ammo!'' l say.

No answer!

l shake him again!

Then...

he falls sideways.

Dead!

Terrible!

- My whole unit!

I'm alone.

Armoured car's on fire, radio's out

and my flask's half-empty!

Oh, no!

So, then what?

l prayed!

- Well done!

That's all l could do.

Only a miracle could save me!

A miracle!

We're saved!

Now what?

Edmond, the red phone!

The red phone?

Excuse me.

General Bertineau speaking.

It's you, Bertrand on the red phone?

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