Rivals Page #5

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- Bye.

- You're not staying to eat?

No, I have to go. I've got work.

- Bye, brother.

- Thanks for the help.

Okay, here's the set-up,

Touati, observation post

at the top of the stairs.

The others watch the village exits.

Valet, Briquet, rue des coles.

- I can't see.

- There, rue des coles.

Lardeau, Brbant, to the west, rue Carnot.

Matador, they're still inside.

It's been seven minutes.

Nothing yet. The driver's still in the van.

Okay. Things could speed up. Stay alert.

Sh*t, what's that? Chief... I mean, Matador.

A coach has just pulled up.

What the hell?

A brass band is setting up in the square.

I'll go take a look.

Sh*t, we're f***ed. They've left on foot.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Pity, you did a pretty drawing.

- We look like idiots.

- Not for the first time.

No, unfortunately.

I must ask you something.

- A different matter.

- Go ahead.

My brother has just got out.

The other day, I saw two guys watching him.

Know anything?

We're keeping an eye on him.

- Any particular reason?

- Just routine.

He's living with you, right?

Not at my place. Just above. A maid's room.

Same thing.

You know your brother's record.

I can't help a family member?

I won't let him down

now he's trying to go straight.

- That's not what I'm asking.

- What are you asking?

Listen. Do whatever you want,

but be careful.

It's looking good, isn't it?

I know, Mr Guersin,

but we hadn't signed anything.

Come on. That's too easy.

I'm sorry.

If it was up to me... I supported your file.

Without the anonymous letters...

The mayor got three.

The deputy mayors, too.

They didn't appreciate it.

You knew about the prison.

And the mayor, too.

Yes. But the guy threatened

to stir up the whole town.

You told us it was a sure thing.

Elections are coming up.

The mayor won't take risks.

- Who wrote the f***ing letters?

- You don't need to know.

- He won't get the contract, either.

- I don't give a sh*t!

I just want you to keep your word.

Stop pushing me around, Mr Guersin.

Paulo. Paulo!

Calm down.

It looks better like that.

Vincenot and Bouzic. You don't know them?

They're from Gerland.

They set up three or four years ago.

They've got girls and slot machines.

We're friends.

They're in trouble with guys in Paris.

Big trouble, if you catch my drift.

They're looking for someone reliable.

I can put in a word for you.

- That's not a good idea.

- It's up to you.

Look who's here!

- Good evening.

- I'll leave you to it.

- Up to your old tricks?

- I was just passing by.

Yeah, right.

- Do you want a drink?

- No, I have to go. I'm with clients.

Bye.

He's affectionate, isn't he?

That's him, the guy I told you about.

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