The French Connection II Page #5

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the only one who could recognise you.

That's all.

I didn't find out anything.

You fuckhead, you.

This ain't my town. I can't even

get a goddamn drink here.

Come on.

Come on!

You know,...

..I believe you.

We'll take you back, Doyle, to your friends.

They are looking for you everywhere,...

..and making it difficult for me to operate.

So we are giving you back to them.

- C'est "amricain.

- Oui, c'est "amricain!

Appelle Henri.

Barthlmy!

Henri, viens vite.

Oui.

Merci.

What are you lookin' at, a**hole?

That's bitter.

It's bitter.

I need a doctor. I need an American doctor.

Doctors keep records, papers.

- You want that?

Junkie cop?

They'll throw you off the police force.

Drink.

- Miletto!

It's cold.

- Yeah, that oughta help a lot.

I feel like I spent a week licking a pool table.

It was three weeks.

- Where were you guys?

- We looked.

- Where the f*** were ya?

- 52 men were looking for you full time.

Aw, sh*t. If I had 52 men lookin' for somebody

I'd find 'em in three hours in New York!

- Yes, but Marseilles is not New York.

- Yeah, you're goddamn right it ain't.

Bet your f***in' ass it ain't New York.

Scag City.

I'd like to pull the goddamn city down brick

by brick and put it all in your f***ing head.

You can relax now.

Sh*t. I feel like a goddamn pincushion.

Look, Henry... you're not gonna

make me go cold turkey, are you?

- Yes, I am.

- Oh, look, I'm s...

I've seen guys go cold turkey. They put

their f***in' head right through a steel wall.

They'd cut their mother's throat for

a $5 bag of scag. Come on, you can't make...

I call your mother.

I call your mother. She will be proud of you.

- Aw, come on. Leave her out of this.

- "Mrs. Doyle, I present your son, the hero."

- Oh, sh*t. Will you stop this sh*t?

- Did I ever tell you? I had her once.

- What a f***!

- Oh, you...

Don't quit now.

Don't give up.

Don't give up.

I want a f***in' Hershey bar.

That's OK.

It's not good for Frogs.

Makes 'em jump backwards.

A**hole.

Hey. I don't want any of this f***in' rock!

What are they givin' me?

Wait a minute... OK. What I want

is a nice, juicy PJ Clarke's hamburger.

Understand? With blood

runnin' out of it,...

..and some onions on it and some ketchup

and salt, and a beer. OK? All right?

Henry, wait. Wait a minute.

I need some help, Henry.

I need some help. I want a doctor, Henry.

- A f***in' American doctor.

- Forget it.

Don't tell me to forget it.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Just wait till you go get the hamburgers.

All right? I'll wait here.

Just... wait till... All right, wait.

Goddamn...

Let's change the order.

I don't want the hamburgers.

I want... I want some Hershey bars,

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