Ripoux contre ripoux Page #3

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-Yes.

At the bottom of the stairs...

...he runs down the Rue Vieuville.

There's a guard post there.

He goes into the Rue des Martyrs.

There's always a police car there.

Ah yes.

He tries the Rue Yvonne Letac...

...but there, school's just out.

He ends up on the Place des Abbesses,

which is crowded.

So what does he do?

-He keeps going?

He runs like a hare

into the building site.

He runs through the trees.

Jumps on the roof of

the restaurant kitchen.

And there he is.

Get lost.

-No way.

Let him go.

-No!

Get lost.

-We caught him red-handed.

I caught him.

I do what I want with him. Go!

Can I?

-Go.

There.

Fifty-fifty, as always.

-Thanks.

Where are you going?

I'll return my share

to the owner.

Are you crazy?

-No, just honest.

Here, chief.

It's easy being honest.

-You leave me no choice.

If you return your share,

I can't keep mine, can I?

Come on.

-No, I have better things to do.

Hello. Inspector Lesbuche.

We found the thief.

Already?

-Unfortunately, he escaped.

But before he did, we got

what he stole.

It's all there.

Do I have to sign something?

If we start that,

we'll never finish.

The money would be stored

for a year and then...

...not everybody's like me.

But if you want...

-No, that's alright. Thanks.

I'm just doing my job.

Goodbye, madam.

You knew the woman.

-You weren't born yet.

Tell me about your past.

I only remember winning at the races.

I forget everything.

You're really a big prude,

aren't you?

Oh! I won the double.

I'm going to cash in big time.

That's a nice surprise.

This will be a happy memory.

Let's drink to it, Franois.

Yes, yes, yes.

The same, please.

We've got somebody who

looks like your thief.

Yes, that's him. It's him.

Do you believe in God?

Yes... definitely.

And you?

Often.

Especially between 2 and 4 in the morning.

Still sleeping problems?

-Yes.

It gives me time to think about God.

-And does he exist?

I used to think

the chance was 100:1.

But now...

What now? 2:
1?

Don't exaggerate.

I also think of you at night.

You do? And?

I can't blame you for wanting

to change your life.

Don't become like me.

-Why do you say that?

Look at me.

Do you want to end like this?

I'm living with an old whore.

I only read the Racing News.

I have no future and no dough.

And how do I hide this mess?

By pretending.

I pretend. I pretend.

Stop it. It's not that bad.

Really?

Do you want to become like me?

Well then.

So work to be a chief.

You're good. You'll do it.

And if you work really hard...

...you'll be superintendent.

And maybe one day you'll be the

head of police of all of Paris.

You taught me so much

about the streets, the people...

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