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- That's a pretty stupid question to ask, Jeff.

All right. So tell me again, Inspector Tarconi,

why you didn't immediately

identify yourself as a police officer.

Oh, I was overwhelmed

by the effectiveness of your operation,

the sophistication of your equipment.

You know, I work in a small office

in a small town. We only have small crimes.

- I must admit I was a little insecure.

- You and Frank Martin are friends, right?

A friend? Oh, I wouldn't say exactly a friend.

I know him, we have a relationship.

A long relationship?

- Not so long.

- But they found you cooking in his house.

- I'm French!

- So?

We don't need to know someone for long time in

order to cook for them. It's our way of breaking the ice.

Take, for example, this sandwich

and coffee you so graciously offer me.

Well, pardon me to think so,

but it's not very good.

I know it sucks, but what's that

got to do with anything?

Do you have a kitchen?

Stay back. Stay back.

Don't move. Smith!

Drop it.

Oh, Jesus. What happened?

We'll take care of it for you.

- Are you sure this safe?

- Look over your shoulder.

We got you covered.

As my mother used to say,

a meal is only limited by your imagination.

- Crme brle et croque monsieur.

- Cream brle?

- Crme brle.

- Cock?

- Croque monsieur.

- Croque monsieur.

- Oui?

- Where are you?

- Cooking.

- Cooking. Can you talk?

- Oh, speak of the devil. My mother.

- Mom.

Please, do you mind?

Thank you.

Oui, Maman. Je suis trs bien arriv.

Oui, trs trs bien, merci. Oui.

Ah, oui, c'est une trs jolie ville.

- May I ask who you're cooking for?

- For the US marshals.

Once they found my badge, they were very

polite. They gave me a coffee and a sandwich.

You wouldn't believe what passes

for food in this place, Frank.

I am correcting the situation while they wait

for my chief to call back and confirm everything.

Of course, that might take a while.

He's never there.

- Anything about me?

- They are very interested about you.

They want to know where you are.

Where are you?

Nowhere for very long. Listen, hold on.

Do you have access to a computer?

Easier than having access

to something decent to eat.

- Oh, handsome fellow. Who is he?

- That's what I need to know. Do they have an ID program?

Forgive me. I'm not so used to this system.

Back home, there is one computer for ten of us.

So, how is it with you, Frank?

- It's a complicated story.

- Ah, you mean you are in the sh*t?

- You might say that.

- In other words, your natural state.

Voil.

A Russian biologist with advanced degrees from

the state laboratory for biological warfare in Siberia.

- Do we have an address?

- Miami, Boca West, King Street, number 11.

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