Papillon Page #3

Now, you take it or leave it as you wish.

Try again.

Very well. I want two pairs

of comfortable shoes for the both of us...

...and you, you get the Fr 2,000.

Don't you have to go to the toilet?

Oh, yes, of course.

Would you excuse me a moment?

You don't need to, Mr. Dega.

Unless, of course, you want to.

I can pick it up in the morning.

Get moving, white men!

Let's go! Come on, move it!

Let's go! Come on, move it!

On your feet!

Attention! Present arms!

No! No!

No!

Mr. Dega, did you get the money?

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Get going! Move it!

Fischer, what the hell's wrong?

Someone broke out

of the hospital compound.

All right, break it up. We'll get him.

Next.

Next.

You're fine. Next.

I must be better than I feel.

You're in wonderful shape.

How do you fail an examination like this?

Next.

Dega?

Yes, sir, Louis Dega.

It was suggested that I speak to you, sir--

I have it right here.

We'll just keep you on here

in the cleaning squad.

Thank you, sir. There's also my friend.

You're Louis Dega?

I am, sir. And this is my friend, Papillon.

We have a great deal in common,

Mr. Dega.

I'm extremely glad to see you.

Why, thank you, sir.

Of course, if the circumstances were--

My family lost everything they had

in counterfeit National Defense Bonds.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that, sir.

Even so, buying them was a tribute

to their patriotism, wouldn't you say?

And you're Mr. Dega's friend?

Well--

There's one thing about Saint Laurent

you'll like:

We never separate old friends.

Kilo 40. Both of them. Today's transport.

What is Kilo 40?

Don't touch him.

You'll wind up worse off than he is.

Move! Get moving!

Duck!

Get up, you lazy bastards!

You get that crock

and you bring him along!

You! Pick another man

and grab that crock.

Come on, move!

Move!

The son of a b*tch isn't dead,

they just irritated him!

Get his tail. You get his tail.

-Where's his tail?

-Over there.

-Are you ready?

-Yeah.

-So am l.

-Go ahead.

Okay.

Ready?

-Is that the tail?

-No.

I'd better go over to this side.

You get the head.

-The head?

-Yeah.

You try the tail.

Okay, now you try the head.

Grab him!

He's dead.

He's still talking.

He's dead!

He's dead?

Move it!

Come on.

Come on, hands up.

Next!

Move!

Next!

Bring it around here.

Just lay the crock right there.

-Just drop it.

-Hold it.

Move out.

He's pretty big.

This skin's worth some money.

Move it!

What the hell are you looking at?

You're Louis Dega.

Yes, sir.

I'm Clusiot.

How come you ended up

in a place like this?

Favoritism.

Friend's kind of quiet, isn't he?

He's dead.

He jammed a piece of wood down

his throat and choked himself to death.

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