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And after the tests?

We're closer now

that l'm HIV positive.

She's scared to say

she loves me.

- Why'd you leave?

- The bread.

She just gets by alone.

When l'm home,

she spoils me with gifts and things.

Mom's more hopeful than l am.

- Eating your olives?

- You want them?

Still at the hotel?

I left 3 weeks ago.

I'm staying with an ex-client.

He's nice. He's 60,

and he leaves me alone, see?

I see.

And the dope?

I'm asking you, Ccile...

And the dope?

Don't be mad.

I'm still on a gram a day.

Even a bit more.

They only sell crap.

So it takes more.

No kidding.

You gave me your word.

Hooker's word orjunkie's word?

Tough luck, l'm both.

Don't get mad at me.

I have a present for you.

The taxi supplier's license plate

and schedule.

No phone?

You're a doll.

You're beautiful.

Really beautiful.

Eat. You're in a hurry, no?

- Two coffees and the check.

- It's my treat.

First l get shafted,

now l become a pimp?

Got any leftovers from a bust?

Even a bag.

I'm getting chills and all.

Please! l don't want

to have to go back now.

I've got nothing left, l swear.

I left it all behind

when l got shafted.

Are you angry?

Don't be ajerk.

Lay off the greasy food.

See you.

Next time lunch is on me.

Nowfor the hi-fi.

What equipment, and which brands?

Quality brands.

I need everything reimbursed.

I'll give you an affidavit,

but l need brand names,

VCR and TV serial numbers, etc...

What are serial numbers?

So we can identify the material

if it's found. Which is rare.

I haven't got them.

No one ever does.

Just sign this.

Read it over first.

Administration just called.

You're leaving us. Friday.

My God, l forgot the gold coins!

There were at least a dozen!

He's got a twitch.

That's what we're here for.

So...these gold coins.

Leave anything out?

Treasury bonds, things like that?

Mind if l go first? lt's urgent.

Thanks, it's most kind.

I'm coming.

I'm back in CID, Katy.

As of Monday.

So you bring me flowers?

Not so fresh.

I got them in the metro.

You must've been desperate!

For your info:

Car radios go back to their owners,

in working order.

This can't be f***ing real!

He fucks up the hardware,

and l'll take the rap for sure!

Watch your mouth!

And pull your pants up!

Get it?

What is it?

Suicide by defenestration,

24 Rue Caumartin!

Suicides:
always off-hours!

I know he's chairman

of a multinational.

But his sonny boy spray-painted

half a metro train.

A holding cell won't kill him.

He'll be out by 6 p.m.

No, he's still here.

We'll send him over with the file.

Don't worry.

The Prefect will be up in arms.

It's not the 11th anymore.

The 8th and 16th arrondissements

are mine fields.

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