L.627 Page #4

Well now.

So you threw a tantrum?

It's been ages.

Glad to have you back aboard.

Me too.

The arrest report

on those two pushers.

What about your stiff?

It won't fly away!

That's just it.

Just what?

The suicide, Chief.

Tried to fly away.

Try tailing them next time,

instead of busting them like that.

Sure, chief,

but they were hard to follow.

I said "Try",

meaning:
make an effort.

I need Bridoux's signature.

Finished the Renucci wrap-up report?

Since you're in a good mood,

you and Plantier

can handle that suicide.

On the double.

You'll meet the team.

Quantity's up, but not quality.

And equipment?

Just got a Moped.

Does it run?

Manu got you this time, eh?

Like it?

Is this Narcotics?

I'm Marguet. I'm on the team.

If it's OK.

Dominique Henriot. Dodo.

I manage these bozos.

Even Manuel.

Dodo, you're a real ass!

Meet Diop Mamadu.

Profession:
dealer. A good kid.

If you talk nice to him.

Right, Mamadu?

Antoine Cantoni.

Call me "Looping" or "Tonio".

Manuel.

The boss is having his fit.

Now come clean.

We knowyou deal, bonehead.

Everybody says so.

Don't say no!

I swear, chief. I don't deal.

You got it wrong.

Cut the sh*t!

I'm never wrong. Never!

See? He hurt himself.

Thought it over?

You were dealing.

I told you, chief.

Me, work. Drugs, never.

No drugs.

You stinking liar.

Think of mamma

back home in the village

when they find out you sell drugs.

And your papa. Think of his shame.

Ever think of them?

And God?

Ever think about God?

He's watching you.

He sawyou dealing.

You can't f*** with God.

You're gonna catch hell.

You're gonna catch hell.

A coffee?

- Let's run.

- What for?

You'll find out.

Disgusting, as usual.

I've had worse.

A matter of taste.

Dodo's a riot.

Is he always like that?

He's still young at heart.

We share a prefab

with Vincent, a young grad.

You must be Marguet.

I have forms for you to fill out.

Got any change?

No, l don't.

Coffee's bad for his ulcer.

My gun and handcuff

serial numbers again?

Twice a year, like a swallow.

I'll go out for coffee.

Coffee with a shot. Come on...

Now l get it.

Welcome to the club.

Want the number of the bucket?

Funny, eh?

See what you did to my paper?

Hot off the press.

Manu! His strip-search report?

You blind? lt's under your nose.

Look!

Half a buck. A quarter for the paper,

a quarter for moral prejudice.

Or a quarter for the coffee.

Plus the tip.

Hi, gang!

Sh*t! Bad throw.

Marie, you're not nice.

Not you, you stink.

Take your bag.

My desk's not a dump.

That's twice in 3 days.

You're really not nice.

Hello, you.

Hail, Marie, full of grace.

Filthy kid. Hello, you.

Who's he?

One of us.

One more to take care of me.

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