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he's public enemy No. 1

It's none other than

Jeeycee Kassa-see...

- Jeeycee Kassa-see...

- No, chief.

Attention!

That was yesterday's transfer.

Where's today's?

Turn the page.

Save paper, remember?

Yes, indeed.

It's my wife.

She saw a program

on the Amazon forest.

Know how many hectares

are cut down every year?

How many?

It sends shivers down your spine.

How many?

Like billions of matchboxes,

chopped down and up in flames.

So, at the first chance,

I say, show me your papers!

I mean, save paper!

What about public enemy No. 1?

A Belgian whose name is enough

to make you feel sick.

Biggest mobster since AI Capone.

He's being transferred to Congo

to stand trial for dozens of crimes.

Stopover in Marseille.

We take delivery,

keep him warm

till 5 a.m. tomorrow

and put him in the Congolese jet.

He's not gonna see any sights.

I want ultra-tight surveillance.

An officer every square centimeter.

So many cops, so close,

he can't even see the sea.

- Do I make myself hear?

- Yes, chief!

What time's he get in?

Good question.

It's already 5 past.

To the cars!

What's up?

Isn't that what you ordered?

Eat then.

Dad said not to eat cream

'cos I get it all over.

Well, he's wrong.

Show him what a good eater you are.

Sh*t! Your Dad! The cops!

What are you doing?

Get out of the way!

The lady's got a flat.

I gotta help in this heat.

He's right. She'll dehydrate.

She needs help.

- I can do first aid!

- I used to be a florist.

Stop! Stay where you are!

Some parents deserve

to be sent to jail.

How long does it take

to change a tire?

Here, we take the time

to do things right.

Thank you.

About time, too.

Drive!

Tasty, at least?

General!

Gibert! That explains it.

We took a shortcut,

but the lady had a flat.

In the police, a week at best.

The first thing they learn now

is to shoot.

But cops deal with more flat tires

than shootouts.

Is it the same in the army?

- We have caterpillars.

- They're very good.

Specially off road.

That reminds me

of a vacation in Africa.

We slept in cages to keep

the wild beasts away.

This is the worst kind of beast.

If he escapes,

there'll be blood on the streets.

Don't worry, General,

we're used to his sort.

Tomorrow, he'll be juggling

balls on his nose.

Load him up!

Good job!

Your career hangs on this.

It's in the bag.

Let's synchronize watches.

- 16:
20.

- 5 past 12. Perfect.

Touch base every 2 hours.

Go!

Hello.

General! Already?

It's taken you a mere

- Sorry?

- Check your mirror.

The label! I can see much

better now. Thank you, General.

I meant your side-view mirror.

Look to your right.

Sh*t! Reverse engines!

He has the point.

You're sure about the address?

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