Ripoux contre ripoux Page #6

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Don't touch anything, please.

Put the money back.

Thank you.

Since when has this

been going on?

I pay for lunch

every day.

It's terrible.

-Alright.

I'll pay you 1000 per week.

Didn't we tell you

we're not like that?

1200 then.

-10,000.

What?

-10,000.

I can't do that.

I only have one evening per week.

Organise more evenings.

-Impossible. Not enough customers.

We'll send you customers.

Ok.

His license is perfectly alright.

Make your bets, gentlemen.

May the best man win.

Excuse me. For the staff.

Paris is great,

but this is something else.

Although there are no women.

You're really hooked

on Natasha.

Have you ever thought

about rehab?

You wanted to go straight.

That's impossible in Paris.

There's too much temptation.

Those guys who replaced us

are supposed to be good.

We'll see how long they last.

Look at all those little

working hands.

Hey, Thnardier! Do your

illegal aliens have their papers?

Listen, I have always paid.

-We don't want your money.

Do you want to close me down?

-No, we want you to expand.

Are you joking?

No, there's a shop next door.

-But it's not empty.

We can solve that problem.

-How then?

We can do it the other way around.

Your neighbour buys you out.

No, no.

I'd rather expand.

You hire somebody else

and we go fifty-fifty.

That's fair, isn't it?

You'll make a lot of money,

because he'll sell cheap.

Alright, let's go next door.

Do you ever leave your desk

to catch thieves?

Because your predecessors...

-I hear they were a bit...

They only went outside

to drink wine.

Really?

-Yes, but I...

...never paid anything.

They weren't able to

get a cent from me.

Not from me.

-Another little signature.

Are you insured?

-Of course.

And you pay the highest premium?

-Ha.

Do you know why it's so expensive?

-No.

He pays without thinking.

-Yes.

Because in 50% of the cases,

the owner did it himself.

What's that supposed to mean?

-We'll have a look at your place.

What's that?

Well, have a look.

There. What's that?

Well?

-Whose is that?

That's impossible.

That's not true.

You're f***ing me around.

Listen.

-A**hole, let go of me.

10 to 1 that we'll

have visitors.

The countryside agrees with you.

I don't need a lot

to be happy.

Horses and grass.

-Vincennes, Auteuil, Longchamps.

It's like at the races here.

Except without thousands of idiots.

And without a million

worthless betting tickets.

Instead of a cop,

you could have been a poet.

I was always a poetic

kind of cop.

Are those cops giving you

a hard time?

A bit at first,

but it's getting better.

The girl's not bad.

-That's what her customers say too.

We're a poetic couple.

Insurance fraud and

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