Banlieue 13 (13th District) Page #3

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of the government.

So if you can't show me

some proof, I can't do anything.

Five kilos of heroin...

taken from his desk

with two witnesses.

How's that?

There are too many

of them outside.

Grab them.

OK, OK.

Since you insist.

But first, your weapons.

Hand 'em over.

And you, men,

keep your eye on Taha.

Poor, naive Leto.

I bet you really think...

it's going to change something, don't you?

Maybe not much,

but you got to start somewhere.

Now we're going to eliminate

the paperwork, OK?

You go into the cell...

and you pick up

your dope and clear out.

Don't do that,

for Christ's sake.

If you let him go,

it'll be worse than before.

It won't be worse,

'cause we're getting out.

When the sh*t falls,

we'll be far away.

You won't be here,

but it's still going to go on...

and you're the ones

who are supposed to stop it.

I'll bet that you

still believe that.

The barbed wire and the walls.

Did you forget all that?

They're going to put

a lid on it...

and blow it all up.

That's what they'll do

to make the sh*t disappear.

As for you,

be grateful you're here...

because there are

some guys outside...

ready to make

dead meat out of you.

Why the hell are you still here?

Like you said, there are

a lot of guys out there...

who are ready to do

what I tell 'em to.

Stop that sh*t, Taha.

You're free.

You've got your dope.

What the hell more do you want?

The b*tch.

No!

No!

Now get out.

No!

I'm warning you.

Touch me and you're...

Lola! Lola!

Don't worry.

I'll take good care of her.

Gentlemen,

it's always a pleasure...

to do business with you.

So long.

No! No!

Take her to my office,

tie her up...

and give her two grams.

That'll calm her down.

OK, OK.

Let's get back to work now.

I didn't have any choice, kid...

I've been in this area

for fifteen years.

I'm retired as of tonight...

and I'd like

to take advantage of it.

It was her or me.

I'm sorry.

You should've chosen my sister.

You're already dead.

Digame, Pedro, huh?

What you got against my car?

My name's not Pedro.

Who gives a f***

your name's not Pedro?

I'm talking about

my car, cojone.

What if I crashed your head...

every time I wanted you

to keep quiet?

Hey, it's only a car.

No, it's not only a car.

It's my car, maricn.

I just had it overhauled

and it cost me a fortune.

So I suggest you show...

some f***ing respect

for my car...

or you'll find yourself

under the wheels.

Comprende?

Forget it, Carlos.

He didn't do it on purpose.

- Come on.

- What the f***'s...

the matter with that guy, huh?

I'm sick of these kids.

They don't respect anything.

Anybody can close a door

without slamming it.

It's OK.

He's going to take...

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