The French Connection II Page #4

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God, I wish this Blanc de Blancs

would travel.

I'd like to take 20 cases back to Washington.

All you Americans have that misconception.

Wine will travel.

It is people who have difficulty.

They understood about

you not travelling with the shipment.

Good. I'm pleased you all continue

to see the situation as I do.

Bill,...

..have Geneva taken the necessary first step?

Exactly as you wanted it, with a good spread

against inflation and floating currencies.

100,000 in South African rands,

50 in Canadian dollars, another 50 in yen.

200,000 altogether.

Ten per cent, as per the agreement.

OK. Tell them the final shipment is en route.

- Once it arrives, we cook for a few days.

- Understood.

We are expecting you for dinner.

A little party, very informal.

I'd love to but... no can do.

Official business.

Looks like you guys want us back here again.

I've gotta be in Paris to have dinner with the

Minister of Defence, talk numbers and bases.

Thank you very much for the lunch, Alain.

Incidentally, Geneva's counting on you.

Sorry. They wanted it made clear.

Naturally.

My expectations of them are the same.

Be sure they know that too.

Bonjour, mon chri.

Je ne suis pas trop en retard?

Non, non. Pas du tout.

Mais... excuse-moi. Je suis oblig de partir.

Listen, um...

You play good volleyball.

You bounce around a lot.

I'll see you down at the beach, huh?

Sacco and Vanz...

I must say, Mr. Doyle, that you were

the one person I did not want to see again.

My... associates here want to discuss things

with you, Doyle, but in their fashion.

I told them it would be useless,

that you would die first.

And, of course, then we would never find out

what you have learned about our...

..little business.

That was the expensive lesson of New York.

You're a good cop.

Honest, but stupid.

But honest.

Up your ass, Charnier.

I'll tell you what I found out.

I found out that you eat sh*t,

you f***in' Frog, you!

- That's not good enough.

- You goddamn scumbag, you!

Hello.

I have a son just about your age.

Nice young man.

I'm English, you know.

I heard you speak English.

I heard you shout.

You mustn't shout.

They never listen.

I have lived in Marseilles for 42 years.

Even through the war.

I married a Frenchman.

He wouldn't listen to me.

And then my son went away.

Nobody listens to me.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You mustn't do that. You mustn't scratch.

You'll get infected,

and then you'll be very sick.

You must...

Like that. See?

Hm?

When will they come around again?

Soon.

Soon.

But you mustn't shout.

No one will listen.

Ah! Voil. There you are.

Not yet.

Doyle,...

..tell me.

They sent me over here because I was

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