Listen. You play good volleyball.
You bounce around a lot.
I'll see you down at the beach.
Sacco and Van...
Mr. Doyle, you were the one person
I did not want to see again.
My associates here
want to discuss things with you,
but in their fashion.
I told them it would be useless,
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 shit,
you fucking Frog, you!
That's not good enough, Doyle.
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.
Oh, 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, uh...
That's it.
When will they come around again?
Soon.
But you mustn't shout.
No one will listen.
There you are.
Not yet.
Doyle.
Tell me.
They sent me here
because I was the only one who recognized 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.
You know,
I believe you.
OK.
We 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.
What are you looking at, asshole?
That's bitter.
It's bitter.
I need a doctor.
I need an American doctor.
Doctors keep records.
Papers.
You want that?
A junkie cop?
They'll throw you off the police force.
Drink.
Hey, I don't want a fucking rock.
What are they giving me?
OK, what I want
is a nice, juicy P.J. Clarke's hamburger
with lots of blood running out of it
and some ketchup and salt and a beer.
OK?
Henri, wait a minute!
I need some help, Henri.
I want an American doctor.
It's cold.
Forget it.
Don't tell me to forget it.
Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Just wait till you go get the hamburgers, all right?
Yeah, that'll help a lot.
Just, just, wait till...
All right, wait! goddamn.
Let's change the order.
I feel like I've spent a week licking a pool table.
I don't want hamburgers.
I want more Hershey bars.
It was three weeks.
You know what I mean?
Not the Frog shit you've been giving me!
Where were you guys?
We looked.
You got it in the office.
Where the fuck were you?
Who the fuck would know, Henri?
52 men looked for you full-time.
In New York, with 52 men, it would take three hours.
Henri, goddamn it!
Marseilles is not New York.
You motherfuckers!
Bet your fucking ass it ain't New York.
I'd like to pull the city down
and put it on your fucking head.
You can relax now.
Mmm. Shit!
I feel like a goddamn pincushion.
Are you going to make me go cold turkey?
Yes,
I am.
I've seen guys go cold turkey.
They put their fucking heads through walls.
They'd cut their mother's throat
Don't tell them anything
for a $5.00 bag of scag.
until you see your fucking lawyer!
I call your mother.
Right?
She will be proud of you.
"May I present your son the hero?"
Ah.
Did I tell you I had her once?
Stop that shit!
What a fuck!
This is...
It's really good.
I never drink this at home.
"Gaston de LeGrange. Cognac."
It's good stuff.
Only the best for you, Doyle.
Damn.
Don't quit now.
When I was young, I never drank.
Don't get up.
I thought it was a sin.
Are you Catholic?
Don't get up.
Retired.
Retired?
Retired.
You just turned in your papers?
You get a pension?
Oh, shit.
Ahh.
I want a fucking Hershey bar.
Well, besides all that,
you didn't imagine me, did you?
Well, besides all that...
It's OK.
Uh...
When I was...
a kid...
you know, with the...
with the nuns
and the confessions and all that,
I was a ballplayer.
It's not good for Frogs.
Ballplayer.
That's a joke backwards.
I was a ballplayer.
Uh... baseball player.
Yeah, you know,
Asshole.
I had a tryout with the Yankees.
You know the Yankees?
Yes, as in "Yankee, go home."
Yeah.
No, no.
No, uh...
Uh...
The...
No, the Yankee baseball...
baseball team.
I got it.
I had a tryout,
and they sent me down to the...
to the minors.
And the problem... problem... problem...
problem was that the fucking kid there,
he was the fastest bastard.
He was fucking fast.
And he... he played shortstop at the time,
and he...
he could hit the ball a fucking ton.
A fucking ton!
You know what "fuck" means?
Yeah.
Well, I was in spring training,
and I saw this kid,
and I just immediately took the test for the cops.
That kid was Mickey Mantle.
You know who Mickey Mantle was?
You...
No, I can't say that I do.
You don't know who Mickey Mantle was?
How about Willie Mays?
Say hey!
Willie Mays, all right!
Willie Mays, hey.
No.
Mmm.
Max Lanier... a Frog.
Jean Kiley?
You remember Jean Kiley?
Gene Kelly?
Jean... not Gene Kelly.
Jean Kiley, the fucking skier.
Oh, you mean Jean-Claude Killy.
That's what I said.
Fuck, yeah.
Yeah. Good athlete, though.
Whitey Ford.
Know who Whitey Ford was?
Oh, shit,
he was a dandy little southpaw.
That's what we called him.
Southpaw?
Yeah, he was a lefty.
You mean a communist?
No, he was a Republican, but he was something.
He was a...
Lefty.
Threw with his left hand.
Understand?
With his south hand.
With his south paw.
That's why we call him a lefty.
You got it?
Look here.
He'd stand like...
"Oh, come on."
Give them this.
The batter was standing there like this.
You're going to throw me the ball.
Wait, wait a minute.
OK.
Oh, you never saw any baseball, did you?
Oh, shit.
Well, Whitey Ford was a dandy southpaw.
He was a s...
Jeez!
Give me one, Henri!
Quick!
In there!
It's not even out!
Drink it.
I hit the fucking apple ball
with the fucking stick.
Tell me about southpaw.
I told you about that fucking southpaw!
I can't tell you no more.
Mickey Mantle.
Mickey Mantle sucks.
Do you ski?
Do I look like I could ski, you fuckhead?
I can barely walk.
I need help, goddamn it!
Shit.
I hope you can eat your breakfast.
I'll try.
You going to take me home?
Not yet.
You were cold.
We'll warm you up.
And maybe see a little of Marseilles, too.
I tell you, I don't remember anything.
Anything?
Any detail?
I don't remember anything.
I'd like some of that.
A woman now would finish you off.
Not the woman, what she's eating.
Listen, asshole, tell me the truth.
I was set up, wasn't I?
Whose idea was it?
What difference does it make?
They sent me here to work with you.
You put me on the street
so Charnier could blow me away.
That's beautiful.
Beautiful.
Why didn't you figure this out earlier?
Why didn't I think of it earlier?
Because I'm a bigger asshole than you are.
Henri? It's Doyle.
Working kind of late, aren't you?
Where are you?
I suddenly remembered Charnier's place.
The Hotel Colonnades.
Used to be the Hotel Tanger.
You got it?
Stay where you are.
Oh, Henri, bring some water.
A lot of it.
Exterminator.
Rats!
You got rats, buddy.