Paulette Page #2

What? It's true, isn't it?

Yes, but we take it in turns.

Hi, Walter!

Ladies!

That's all we needed!

You're lovelier everyday.

Mr Walter!

It's true.

OK, whose turn is it?

Pass.

Are you gonna be long?

Where's Francis?

Rene, just play.

Remember,

we played at the restaurant?

She should be put out of her misery.

What a pain.

Go on, play, Alzheimer!

Ousmane, Lil' Yves, that way!

Hurry up!

Now what?

Peek-a-boo!

It's Grandma Paulette!

Here's something you lost!

You f***er!

Go on, whack that mutha!

Square, triangle!

Where d'ya get that?

In a trashcan.

What?

Listen, Mr Vito,

I know that Jrmy and his pal

sell drugs.

I saw them.

I promise I'll keep quiet

if I can work for you.

I can't afford to eat.

I worked my whole life.

She lives in Block Victor Hugo.

There's a job going

now that Jrmy's in jail.

And the force are after you.

The what?

The cops.

Who'll suspect me?

Listen...

Paulette.

A little old lady is a first for me.

It may not be so dumb.

I'll give you a trial run.

90-10.

90% for me,

10% for you.

You have a deal.

Know what to do?

5- gram bars.

Want me to show you?

No. What do you think I am?

What the f***?

What're you doing?

Hey, I'm a trailblazer!

Keep the damn noise down!

What does this sh*t sell for?

Francis, do you know?

Ousmane, you have a visitor.

What's happened?

Everything's fine.

Why are you here?

I came to say hello.

- So, Osama...

- Ousmane.

How about showing me around?

I've never been in here.

The thing is...

Where do you put the seizures?

You know...

Counterfeit cigarettes, dope...

Show me,

dear little Ousmene.

100 kilos!

What's that worth?

200 to 250,000 euros.

That much!

It's our biggest haul.

And this?

5 kilos. 10,000 euros.

Double that on the street.

What's a gram worth, then?

Where can I find some hashish?

What?

Hashish.

- Hash!

- OK, I get it.

You get stoned?

What?

Nothing.

By the station in the underpass.

- It's not good at your age.

- Sit on this!

Want some dope?

Some what?

Do you want some drugs?

Hashish!

You work for the cops?

The drug squad - bravo!

No, I sell drugs.

Whatcha doin', loser? You dealin'?

Who are you to sell sh*t to an oldie?

I'm not.

Go on, beat it! Scram!

If I see you dealin' here,

I'll kick your head in!

Beat it!

How much for a bar?

Well, 25 euros.

5 grams. I weighed it myself.

I only have 20.

Alright.

Thanks!

You here often?

I'd rather buy from you

than those kids who sell me crap.

And with you, I can be sure

you don't work for the police.

What an idiot!

- I hope it's not cut with tires.

- Tires?

Don't worry. If it's good stuff,

I'll be coming back.

Already?

- It's all there.

- Sure?

Go get the gear!

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