La French Page #5

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So what?

"So what" you say?

Don't you remember I was gonna

pay the double?

Yes, I remember.

So? You have nothing to say to me?

You send the Banker to me

and you don't say anything?

Tany, it's me...

It's me.

Since when I have to

explain myself to you?

Since when?

Forget it, it's nothing, it's nothing.

- Yes!

- Go, kid!

- Pass it!

- Come on, kid!

Come on! Yes!

I knew we were gonna score!

I knew it!

Come on, one more!

Let it go.

- So?

- We found Fabrizio Maldonado.

He won't talk anymore.

Sh*t.

- Morning, ma'am, am I disturbing?

- No, come in, I was just making coffee.

- Please, have a seat.

- Thank you.

May I see Lily?

Lily?

Weren't you told?

What?

She overdosed.

I buried my little girl last week.

But I swear she had listened to you.

After the treatment,

she had quit everything.

I can't understand what happened.

I'm so sorry, ma'am...

I'm so sorry...

[IN ITALIAN]

Not to be rude...

...but either you do as you promised, or

I'll cut your balls and make me earrings!

Bastard!

This city has become a f***ing jungle,

swarming with blacks and cops.

They rob one another in the streets...

and furthermore they

f*** each other in jail.

The only advantage here is that they all

consume... whites, blacks, hippies, cops...

- You need more stuff then.

- Yes, but your prices, Tany...

- ...are off the market.

- The market?

I am the market.

You're not alone anymore, Asians deliver

at 30,000 per kilo, almost half than you.

But three times less pure.

You know once you cut it, mine will make

you earn much more than that Chinese sh*t.

And since we both like money...

...it's better if you buy my stuff,

at my price.

F***ing Neapolitan, in business

you're stiffer than a convict's dick.

What about delivery?

- Don't worry.

- I never worry.

I'm satisfied...

...or I am not.

How are you, Lucien?

- Redecorating?

- Yes.

I see just small fishes here.

- Small dealers, pimps...

- Small fishes keep the French moving.

If we can't hit the head of the octopus,

we'll hit the tentacles.

You pick 'em all up...

- even if you ain't got nothing on them.

- Alright.

- You forgot the names on these warrants.

- You fill 'em yourself.

It's illegal, you know.

But I like it.

Just a little message to Zampa,

to say "the party is over".

Freeze!

Huge series of arrests in Marseilles.

The one they call "The Gipsy" was

interrogated this morning by the narcotics.

Come on! Up!

Sit down!

- Good morning, I am judge Michel.

- I don't give a f***!

I'll charge you the maximum.

This series of arrests was conducted

by judge Pierre Michel...

...who has become very much popular

in these last weeks.

No! Robert, no!

Isn't this yours?

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