Rivals Page #3

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God, you're lazy bastards.

I can tell you're not used

to moving your fat ass.

Used to having it soft in jail, aren't you?

Get your ass in gear, I've got my eye on you.

- What do you want to know?

- Don't get cross.

- It's only natural I'm surprised.

- I'm not cross. Ask away.

All right, I'll tell you. I killed a guy.

I got 10 years.

- That's awful.

- He was a bastard.

He beat up a girl I was with.

Don't get the wrong idea.

I like you.

I'm not a bad guy.

I didn't say you were.

I'm a bit upset, that's all.

I like you, too, Gabriel.

It's about the hold-up

at the bank in Saint Fons

and the one at the Socit Gnrale

in Villeurbanne.

- Don't get all excited, it's not much.

- Go on.

- I've got a name. Caseri.

- Where can I find your Caseri?

He lived with a chick in Bron. Rue Delambre.

- When did she leave?

- It must be three months ago.

Did she leave an address

to forward her mail?

With me? Perhaps at the post office.

- Was her boyfriend here often?

- Hardly ever.

He sometimes took the kid

to a football match.

- Where?

- Near Vinatier Hospital.

Remember the make of his car?

It was a green one.

- Green?

- Well, blue.

Look. The Alfa Romeo. That's Caseri.

We'll know where he kips.

Inspector Valet?

There's a lady waiting for you.

I told you I was sorry. I don't want trouble.

Want to go to the cinema with me?

- What?

- Go to the cinema

with me.

In front of the Gaumont, at 7:30 p.m.

That okay for you?

Yes, fine. 7:
30 p.m.

- See you later.

- Okay.

I want to see you again.

Paulo! Listen to you cough!

You're getting old.

Okay, clever clogs.

Come and show me, smartass.

Clown! Send him off.

They're inseparable since he got out.

What about yours?

It's not the same. I don't see much of them.

They're big.

Go on!

- Go easy.

- We'll get him.

Sorry, miss.

A mate of mine managed it.

He suggested I take over.

It's great.

Decisions are made by the town hall.

It could work.

At the weekend, it's packed.

Chips, cold drinks...

I don't feel like taking it on alone. Fancy it?

You mean, be your partner?

- I'm broke.

- It won't take much. A lick of paint.

Town hall has to pick us.

If my mate puts in a word,

we're top of the list.

Imagine. A place of our own.

- We're fresh out of jail.

- True. It's not our best asset.

The mayor's Catholic.

Reinsertion and all that, he'll like the idea.

What do you say, boss?

We were together in Clairvaux.

We met during a riot.

A riot?

One of our pals died from swallowing a fork.

He screamed for hours,

but the guards left him to die.

It's awful.

When we found out,

we smashed the workshops.

We stayed there

until the riot police threw us out.

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