Retour Du Grand Blond, Le (The Return Of The Tall Blond Man With One Black Shoe) Page #3

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On birthdays, there's 25-30 of us.

I don't know... kids everywhere.

That's what I want with my wife.

She comes across carefree, but...

Hello.

What's in the coffin?

-Sand, sir.

Not enough, Perrache, not enough.

Christine.

Christine.

Franois. You're so silly.

I played with a kid and he buried me.

Help me out.

You're tickling me. You're tickling me.

Got you!

We got him. No, not a problem.

Everything has been arranged, sir.

No, Franois Perrin,

you did not die for nothing.

Franois Perrin,

dead on a mission...

...in a strange land...

...heroic soldier in the shadows.

The free world... all of France

is grateful... are grateful to you...

...and admire you.

No, Franois Perrin,

you did not die for nothing.

Your mutilated corps.

Secret defender of our liberties.

All of France and the free world

are grateful to you and admire you.

We buried him this morning.

-What?

Toulouse had your friend killed,

Mr. Lefvre.

For Franois Perrin.

His brothers in arms.

Next Wednesday.

Franois Perrin.

Don't pull a face

like that, dear Perrache.

He'd have played on Wednesday.

-I'm sure he didn't suffer.

Colonel Toulouse?

Yes?

-Captain Cambrai wants to see you.

The captain who was at the minister's.

-Yes. Tell him to make an appointment.

I'm busy. Burials

make one thirsty.

Cheers.

-Cheers.

Celebrating the death of your agent?

-Who told you to come in?

I want to introduce

somebody to you.

Maurice Lefvre,

a friend of Franois Perrin.

Hello, sirs.

"My dear Maurice..."

It's a letter from the Tall Blond Guy.

-What right do you have to bring...

...a civilian here?

-You bring them to their coffins.

We're listening, Maurice Lefvre.

-"My dear Maurice...'

"My dear Maurice."

Telephone.

We don't understand, I swear.

We just do our jobs.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand.

Don't hang up.

I think you were saying"

"My dear Maurice...".

Ah yes, "My dear Maurice..."

-What do you accuse me of, captain?

Of the murder of the Tall Blond Guy.

You find that funny?

I accuse you of killing colonel

Milan, using the Tall Blond Guy.

Mr. Lefvre has no more reason to keep

his mouth shut. He'll testify against you.

I've waited 2 months for this moment.

Men like you are a disgrace to the army.

Tonight, you'll sleep in jail,

colonel. I'm glad...

...this amuses you.

Be sure not to hang up.

I'll finish my report.

If I was you, I'd save myself

the embarrassment of a trial.

My dear Maurice...

-Come, Lefvre.

I want a file on that little viper.

Captain. Do you like music?

-What?

The Tall Blond Guy is alive and he'll

be in the Gaveau next Wednesday.

I'll give you 2 tickets.

What's that supposed to mean?

Why take me in there?

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