Lucky Jo Page #4
- Year:
- 1964
- 90 min
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It must be true, you have a lot
of experience now, big girl.
Yes, I'm five years older then you.
What should I have done during these
five years? Some upholstery?
You never asked me anything. I don't
understand why you make a fuss.
You did not only grow up,
you also make much more noise now.
Listen...
Do you think I would act differently
if you were kinder with me?
It would make me happy. That's all.
But nobody's happy to hear
your nasty remarks. Not even you.
And now you make some
psycho-analysis...
under your painted hair.
I had a hard time leaving the club.
I said I had to visit
my sick mother.
How can I be so dumb?
What made me come here?
By foot to boot.
- It was a long walk.
- Why not take a cab?
But maybe you save your money?
- I don't have any money.
- Where is it?
You're such a sucker...
and you spit out the money.
I buy myself some affection
the way I can.
But today...
I haven't a penny left
to buy your affection.
Why, lil' Mimi?
You need some affection?
No. Maybe you're a savage but I'm not.
You kid me. You're mean.
And then hop! You want to get laid without
a nice word. Mimi just says no.
There's no hurry...
I'm in a hurry.
You know you begin to
get on my nerves, girl...
After five years of stale bread you think one
wants to recite poetry in front a juicy steak?
No, my darling...
One just wants to chew into the steak.
Without class.
Without a fork.
Without a knife. Just like that.
Alright.
Without a knife...
but no hat either.
Moron! Sh*t!
Stay quiet kiddo!
Stop!
It was an hold-up?
No, it was a joke from the management.
Black 404. 34-35 GC 78.
OK. And then?
All I know is that I hurt one
of them, Mr Inspector,
and then they ran away.
To know the rest of the story, dear
Inspector Odile, we count on you.
So you give me the case,
Mr Chief Inspector?
With great pleasure, dear
Auxiliary Inspector. Thierry...
Find me the 404 and its owner.
And then...
Now it's your business, Inspector.
Go on, Thierry.
I have no hope with the owner.
Probably a stolen car as usual.
Only certainties must be spoken aloud,
dear Auxiliary Inspector.
Keep your guesses for yourself and
don't congest my poor head with them.
Well, dear grumpy Chief Inspector...
Right. The 404 belongs to
And Simon Archambaut is
one of our old clients.
Great.
Now we could play it like this...
- Jo is here?
- No.
So he brought back the
car and he left.
- Damn Jo.
- So you went to Paris for nothing?
That's it.
- How was Paris then?
- Far from Bougival.
- I'm fixing lunch. You coming?
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