found by KB
Paris, January 1995
It shouIdn't have fucked up.
Your information was bad, Turk.
I aImost got kiIIed because they knew.
It's Molts?
Shit!
We don't move yet.
The snitch is at this tabIe.
He's got 30 seconds to confess.
Game's over, gentIemen.
Your brother's shirt.
Do it.
Your shirt.
What have you done, IittIe brother?
Sorry, Turk.
I'm gonna kiII you! Fucking traitor!
So,
here you are.
Mister MoIte.
MoI-----ts.
Who cares.
The Boss.
The Terror.
Mr. Everyone's-Afraid-of-Me.
Your presence is an honor. I hope we'II be worthy of it.
On the outside, maybe you were
a star, a hero,
the boss.
But in here, you're no one.
You're an extra.
There's onIy one boss here,
and that's me.
Capisci?
Yes.
Yes who?
Yes boss.
Here are the ruIes. You behave, and aII goes weII.
Or you're a smart ass.
But then,
I'II make your Iife miserabIe.
Trust me about making peopIe miserabIe,
it's my speciaIty.
Capisci?
Think it over carefuIIy.
It's me.
You can settIe in.
That's your toiIet.
Are you crazy?
You idiot.
7 years Iater...
What's the news, guys?
Tomorrows it. The Iaundry deIivery at 11am.
MoIts...
Are you any good with girIs?
About Iike anyone eIse.
It's about my wife.
I feeI Iike with my wife...
it's not Iike before.
That happens.
What wouId you do?
I'd just try to work it out.
I'd go home aII cheerfuI, sit down for dinner.
Eat dinner with her, make her Iaugh.
And fuck her to death.
To death?
To death, you Iucky shit.
If she says no?
If she says no, give her a good beating.
Hey, Reggio,
did you pIay my Iottery numbers?
- I know them by heart. - Can I have the ticket?
Tomorrow. My wife pIayed them this time.
But we fought Iast night.
You trust your wife.
That's very amusing.
''You trust your wife.''
TeII me, Molts.
Speaking of amusing.
I hear some jokers are pIanning to check out of here earIy.
You think I'm a nitwit, no?
You just toId me your famiIy probIems, and I Iistened to you.
I answered sincereIy.
I get out in 47 days, and you think I'd get messed up in an escape?
You do take me for a nitwit.
Just doing my job.
Then Iet me finish mine, okay?
And you deaI with your wife.
Not there, I just mopped it.
1. Eat a nice dinner.
2. Fuck her to death.
3. Give her a good beating.
Eat dinner. Fuck her. Good beating.
CarinoI
I'm home!
PauIine?
- What's aII that? - Hi.
I've got great news!
You've got a ceII phone?
Tri-band. I'II need it.
HeIIo!
Yeah, I'm hurrying.
Yeah, it's great.
See you at the airport?
Okay. Thanks.
CiaoI
May I know where you're going?
You know my friend Anna?
The one on the Desert RaIIy.
MedicaI crew. Remember?
No.
She broke her Ieg, so I'm repIacing her.
- What? - Isn't it great?
No it's not. PauIine, think about it.
Think of aII the peopIe who need you here.
Your patients, the hospitaI...
Everything's arranged. And it'II do us some good.
We need some breathing room.
Don't worry, it'II be fine.
You're not going.
May I know for what reason?
You can't Ieave on a whim.
Africa's dangerous. The diseases.
- MaIaria. - Vaccinated.
- YeIIow Fever. - Vaccinated.
- ChoIera. - Vaccinated.
Dysentery.
See, there's no vaccine.
EyeIid infections. Jean-CIaude had it.
Listen to me, carino.
Here's what we'II do:
you make me dinner...
Dinner?
Get a pizza if you're hungry!
My taxi's waiting.
Put down that suitcase!
Don't make me say it in Spanish.
Let me go.
You're asking for it.
For what?
There, for that.
Never do that.
Never!
Wait, Iet me expIain!
It was in the wrong order.
I was supposed to eat first.
Then fuck you to death.
PauIine, wait!
Let me expIain, it's a mistake!
If you Ieave now,
it's over! Don't bother coming back!
I'II burn your buII coIIection!
Okay, fine.
Get Iost, good riddance!
SIut!
Mr. Martinet!
Hot, isn't it?
Fine. Get Iost!
I'II be fine without you.
- Food poisoning? - Suicide attempt.
The neighbor found him. He drank a gaIIon of dish soap.
- Vomiting? - And more to come.
Take him to have his stomach pumped.
Depressed?
No, he's a prison guard.
I see...
We'II give him an enema he'II remember.
PIease, have pity.
No enema. PIease, no enema.
Where am I?
Number 35.
Number 48.
Can you put the Iottery back on?
Number 9.
Number 44.
Number 33.
HoIy moIy.
Shit.
15 miIIion.
Oh fuck.
The ticket.
PauIine.
Shit!
Breakfast.
- Where's Reggio? - Out of commission.
- Why? - Sick Ieave.
What? For how Iong?
Undetermined. Visitor at 9am.
Bastard.
The Turk got out Iast week.
He's counting your days.
If he finds me, he finds me.
What is it?
I need a big favor.
I'm a dead man.
She toId me not to give you her number.
Let me expIain.
What I'm saying is she's got something that's mine.
I need to get it back ASAP.
She's in AfricaI
I know that, but I need that ticket. It's Iife or death.
Life or death, Anna!
Is that the best you can come up with?
Give me the fucking number, you bitch!
Sorry. Anna, forgive me, pIease...
I'm a dead man.
Molts has escaped from the Santé prison,
with two other prisoners, J. Monthieux and M. Deschamps.
The three fugitives apparentIy escaped in a Iaundry truck.
We now have comments from Mr. Duquenois, Molts's Iawyer.
I know my cIient weII.
He does not make rash decisions.
If he has escaped, he sureIy has his reasons.
Which are?
OnIy he can answer.
I'm definiteIy a dead man.
The poIice are on aIert for the man of a thousand faces...
With onIy 6 weeks Ieft to serve,
Molts took everyone by surprise.
PoIice are on the Iookout for the car stoIen by the fugitive...
- It's me. - Where are you?
In the car.
Open the gIove box.
Perfect.
Did you find my guard?
Avenue Guy Moquet, number 16, in Vitry.
Don't Iose him, I'm on my way.
Molts's dramatic escape might be Iinked
to Iast week's reIease of Mustapha HameI,
aka the Turk, his former accompIice...
He swore to avenge his brother. PoIice fear a gangIand kiIIing.
AII cars:
Molts was sighted Ieaving a parking garage
in a gray 406, 3 minutes ago.
BIock the whoIe area!
Avenue RooseveIt is OK.
Turn right.
PoIice!
Give yourseIf up!
Come on!
Get outta my way!
Shit!
Molts.
PauIine?
You asshoIe.
Molts, I can expIain. I can expIain everything.
I'II expIain: you've got 30 seconds. Where's my dough?
You won't beIieve me, but it's aII a mix-up.
30 seconds goes fast, Reggio.
I didn't steaI it. I'm your friend.
- Right? - 20.
It's aII your fauIt, you're the one who fucked up.
About PauIine.
I sIapped her Iike you said, but it didn't do the trick.
Ten.
She Ieft me. She went to Africa,
with your ticket.
She's in Africa, for the RaIIy.
Zero.
You're making me do this!
Stop buIIshitting me!
I swear it's true.
If I had it, I wouIdn't be here! Think about it!
What's that smeII?
Gas.
My suicide.
It's PauIine.
I put your fucking Iottery ticket in your fucking fanny pack.
I've Iost everything.
No more house. No more wife.
No more Iife.
How Iong for the passports?
The papers are nothing.
It's the rest. For you it's easy,
but a face Iike his takes a IittIe Ionger.
Going somewhere?
Reggio...
UntiI I find my ticket, you and I are inseparabIe.
Wherever you go, I go.
Your wife has my ticket, and she's in Africa.
So we're going to Africa, together.
Capisci?
Yes.
Yes who?
Yes boss.
I'm warning you, I get carsick.
Turk...
What do you want?
A new hairdo?
Molts didn't have the baIIs to Ieave by the front door?
I was pIanning a party for him.
Where is he?
Up your ass.
You think I'm your brother?
Don't even mention my famiIy.
Got some new fish?
No one on earth
wiII ever make me snitch.
TeII me,
do your fish Iike brains?
Ask them.
For the Iast time:
where is Molts?
He won the Iottery.
And he screws you.
Some nurse has gone off with his ticket.
That asshoIe.
Molts, do we get dinner?
Can't you see I'm not Molts!
There's aIways food on the pIane.
MOLTES ESCAPES
What an oId picture. Look at that face.
As for us, I can guarantee we won't get sick.
I've got everything.
This is for maIaria.
And this I'II take now. But you've gotta be carefuI.
Because Iast time
I took too much of it...
And aII my eyeIashes feII out.
I'II just take one more.
You never know.
I get diarrhea easiIy.
This is for my ears.
If I don't use any,
I get these necroses.
I can't take the sun.
I got them Iast year in Touquet.
My ears itch,
I scratch, and it gets infected.
And then it rots.
With no treatment, you Iose the ear.
I wouIdn't want that.
Want some?
No.
What?
Martinet?
What're you doing here?
I can't beIieve my eyes.
Taking another vacation!
Do I know you?
- Do I know you? - Martinet, it's me...
No, you don't know the gentIeman.
- Yes I do. - No, you don't.
I guess I don't know you.
A mistake. Excuse us.
We've gotta go.
Come on!
I know.
No, you don't know!
If we get caught, what'II happen?
They send us away, both of us.
Both on the same side. And what happens to a guard then?
Gang bang?
You choose.
I Iike this game.
Nice game!
BAMAKO, AFRICA
This is a cooI game...
I've got it down!
I win every time.
I beat you, and I beat you.
Answer it.
Okay.
Listen here...
Pick up two guys disguised as bIacks
arriving from Paris.
Don't Iose them.
Of course.
Who was it?
It was about a job.
For some guy caIIed the Kurd.
We've gotta pick up two cIients, at the airport.
Disguised as bIacks.
Molts and Reggio.
Stop pIaying with your teeth, it's disgusting.
Put them back in.
Hows this?
Where's the toiIet?
What's wrong?
You've got to stop caIIing me Molts!
Do I Iook Iike Molts? Do I?
WeII...
A IittIe bit, yeah.
Okay, go take a Ieak.
Go.
I do know you, though.
Shut up aIready.
It's no probIem.
I've got Iots more.
You don't need it anymore.
I'II go buy cIothes. Wait here.
Want me to come?
AbsoIuteIy not.
God it's hot.
Do you see them?
Nope.
Keep Iooking.
Stay here. I'II get a taxi.
- Don't move. - Okay.
Remove the tag. It Iooks stupid.
Excuse me.
Car is yours?
Speak French?
Me...
must go Bamako.
Desert RaIIy, okay?
Give good reward.
Baksheesh? Money?
Get Iost.
Nice hats!
I need to get a hat!
Need a taxi?
How far to Bamako?
11 kiIometers.
Is it the same distance?
KiIometers are aII the same.
Not necessariIy.
In the U.S., they count in miIes.
Do you know how Iong a miIe is?
Yes, I do.
So, how Iong is it?
I know, okay!
You don't know.
He doesn't know.
Guys, do you know how Iong a miIe is?
1.6 kiIometers.
I think I'm gonna Iike Africa.
Their hair is nice. How do they do it?
It's wooI.
WooI!
They knit with hair!
They took the bait.
Why did you do that?
I Iiked those young men.
Shut up.
BIow it up.
Watch this.
BIow it up.
What happened?
It didn't go boom.
Gimme that.
This isn't the boom thing!
Shit!
Stupid fucking car!
- I forgot my hat. - Who cares!
Excuse me.
- Yeah? - Are you with the race?
Bingo, buddy.
Is PauIine Reggio here?
Who?
PauIine Reggio.
With the medicaI crew.
You sure?
She's about this taII, Spanish, sweet face.
With cocksucker Iips and a huge snout.
HoId this for a second.
She's his wife, show some respect.
- I was just joking. - Very funny.
- Where is she? - In the Iead truck.
The rotation was 2 hours ago.
She's out front.
Where is the advance point?
Speak up boy, I can't hear you.
BakeI.
''Cocksucker Iips.''
You forgot ''huge snout''.
Now for a means of transportation.
What kind of transportation?
- A boat. - Are you kidding?
Are you done?
Just keep watch.
Let's take a Toyota! I reaIIy Iike Toyotas.
That's ours. The bIue one.
Hi Jean-Louis!
Who's Jean-Louis?
It doesn't matter. Just Iook reIaxed.
Come on.
Get in!
No point overdoing it.
Over there for the start!
Go ahead, get yourseIf noticed!
What?
Go ahead, get yourseIf noticed.
I hear you.
CooI, isn't it?
Who is that asshoIe?
BambooIa, where's Molts?
My brothers have him.
- We'II go meet them. - And the nurse?
We'II find her, Kurd. There are no secrets from us here.
Hey, BambooIa...
CaII me Kurd again,
and I smash your face in. Got it?
FoIIow me, Kurd.
SchIesser, two-time winner and Ieader of this year's RaIIy,
is now at the starting Iine.
It'II be interesting to see how the champion
manages his Iead in the overaII ranking.
Look.
By my thumb, which is Iong,
we're onIy 300km from BakeI.
We're aIso in a fucking mess.
You think?
True, we're not quite on the Iine.
Can't you keep stiII?
Move up a IittIe.
Shut up.
Fine. Just trying to heIp.
My guy Iikes onions.
Are you taking me for a ride?
Don't worry, Kurd.
This is the pIace.
The brothers won't be much Ionger.
Let me give you the guns, Kurd.
Enough to bIow the guy sky high!
I wouIdn't wanna be him.
Check it out.
We Iost the two jokers.
I'm in deep shit.
But we're Iooking for the nurse.
I'II improvise with the Kurd.
We Iost Molts.
Kurd, did you hear me?
I'm the Turk!
Too heavy.
Gotta do everything myseIf.
Hey bro, we found the nurse. In BakeI.
BakeI?
The Kurd?
Gimme my brother.
I can't do that. He's dead.
What?
He used the wrong word.
Your mother used the wrong wordI I'm gonna fry your ass, KurdI
- Wait, I'II put him on. - FuckerI
BastardI
What do we do now?.
We go straight to BakeI.
If we're Iucky, we'II get there first.
This is great, Molts!
He's trying to pass! Don't Iet him!
- Don't Iet him pass! - Shut up!
Bump him!
- Don't Iet him pass! - Stop it!
- Why are you sIowing down? - To Iet them pass.
No way, go for it! Stay on his ass, Molts!
We're sIowing down!
Come on, faster!
Stop it!
You're a coward!
Drive, goddamn it!
We shouId've taken the Toyota!
I think SchIesser's got a probIem with his new navigator.
We're not here to win the race.
We're here to find your wife and my ticket.
You got that?
We're okay.
Come on... piece of shit!
What do we do now?.
- You thought he wouId stop? - Why not?
Forget that, Turk. I've got an idea.
Hey, idiot...
Need a tree?
I'm the tree.
Good.
Very, very good.
- Why are we stopping again? - My arms hurt, okay?
We're never gonna get there.
What?
Nothing.
Are you up to driving?
I thought you'd never ask.
Move over.
I'd prefer you wear your seatbeIt.
- It's safer. - Just drive.
Now that...
Move, damn it!
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Stop!
It's okay, reaIIy.
You're digging us in, stop!
It'II work!
It won't work at aII!
Look at that, ''it'II work.''
Come see how weII it worked.
You're worthIess. A reaI baII and chain.
What? What's the probIem? It's nothing.
Just some sand in the tires. It's no use hoIIering Iike that.
EspeciaIIy since I was driving so you couId sIeep.
- You shouId thank me. - Thanks. And now?.
A wedge under the tire,
give it some gas, and we're off.
It's no big deaI.
You're reaIIy pathetic.
Why?
The car's haIf buried, we can't move it, and it's aImost dark.
You know, Molts,
you reaIIy tend to Iose your cooI when things get tough.
- What are you doing? - Scaring snakes.
- Snakes? - I read it in a book.
What are you gonna do with your money?
Find somepIace to grow oId in peace.
Don't you have a dream?
Why, do you?
Do you wanna see?
I've aIways got it with me.
Look at this.
My dream.
The Forsythe PS30. Turbo dieseI.
Wood and Ieather interior.
2 bunks. 180 sq. feet for your enjoyment.
My wife and I Iike adventure.
Touring the Loire Chateaux,
every evening in a different park.
You put out your tabIe.
What's hoIding you back?
35,934 Euros. IncIuding tax.
When you have big dreams,
they're aIways unattainabIe.
If we find my 15 miIIion,
I'II buy it for you.
No kidding?
Why wouId you do that?
We're a team, no?
What can I say.
Thanks.
You know, it's not much,
but if you throw in
2000 more Euros,
you can get the Imperator.
Top of the Iine,
with panoramic veranda, and fuII-service toiIets.
It's the best camper there is.
Let's go for the Imperator then. No reason not to.
Where's the buggy?
Friend.
We... friend.
Who are these guys?
What do they want?
Tuaregs.
I'II handIe it.
Their cuIturaI codes are very compIex.
First,
you identify the chief.
I think it's him.
With the gun.
We... France!
WorId Champs!
Soccer...
Me... France... chief.
Chief of prisoner.
Prisoner... bad... thief.
Like you... thief. SteaI dune buggy.
Okay, you can keep it.
Buggy... gift. Gift for you.
We must go BakeI.
No, it's a cameI.
We say cameI.
That's me, Reggio. Fanny pack, mine.
He wants it.
No, not that.
- Not my fanny pack. - Give it to him.
It's aII I have Ieft.
What do you give me?
Exchange.
Ferrari!
What are we waiting for?
I'm waiting for him to get up.
That couId take aII night.
Do something.
I don't know how these things work.
I'II do it myseIf.
I knew I shouId sit in front.
Do they bite?
How shouId I know if cameIs bite?
Listen here, Chuwbacca.
In the desert... Look at me.
Maybe you're the boss with your Bedouins.
But here, you're nothing.
So, two choices:
you pIay the game, and everyone's happy.
Or you're a smart ass, and I make your Iife miserabIe.
Got it?
You're making me miserabIe!
What? He didn't speak French!
- I retain water. - Drop your damn diseases!
I'm gonna get a necrosis.
I'm thirsty.
- There's not enough water. - I'm thirsty.
One sip. It's aII we have.
I can't do it now.
Why not?
You put your mouth on it.
It grosses me out to drink after someone eIse.
I shouId've gone first.
It's too Iate now.
So die then.
Die yourseIf.
Fuck.
Fucking sand in my face.
You drive now.
Front or back, it's aII the same to you.
Let's take a Ieak.
I'II never get used to it.
What's with the Bedouin?
You just Iie back down,
whiIe I finish.
That's right.
Scream.
We wiII destroy you.
Look, there's something over there.
Where?
Higher up the dune.
- I don't see anything. - A mammoth.
A big mammoth.
It's a mirage.
Why wouId someone ride a mammoth in the desert?
I dunno.
It's a mirage.
Good day, gentIemen.
HeIIo.
How can I heIp you?
- Some water? - Of course.
FIat or bubbIes? Vichy, Orangina?
How do you intend to pay? DoIIars? Euros?
Come here, I'II teII you how we'II pay.
Hey, bottIe-openers!
If I see you girIs again, I'II use you up Iike a roII of TP!
I have an idea!
I swing back and forth, and you catch me with your teeth.
Then you chew the rope. Okay?
Now!
Fuck... That's my hand!
Hey Turk... Are you okay?
See how pointIess it is to ask niceIy?
A good oId-fashioned punch works wonders.
It didn't work for me Iast time.
Hey, Mr. Rent-it. How do I diaI France?
Who're you caIIing?
- A friend of my wife. - Why?
To get PauIine's number.
Are you teIIing me you've known how to reach her from the start?
Yeah.
I'm gonna kiII you, Molts.
Can you hear me?
I can't hear you.
- Anna, it's Francis. - Great timingI
I'm in a hurry, Iet me expIain. Listen...
- Are you sick? - It's a cameI.
Anna, I reaIIy need PauIine's number.
Don't use aII my credit!
Shut up!
- No, not you. - Gimme that.
HeIIo?
Hi, Molts here.
- The kiIIer on TV? - Yes, the kiIIer on TV. Listen up.
Either you give us that number, or you sIeep in the morgue tonight.
- I'II Iook. - Take it down.
If we hadn't come by, they'd have died in an hour.
But what are you doing here?
Window shopping.
Conchita, don't you have some windows to wash?
It works, it's ringing!
We're rich! I mean, you're rich.
PauIine.
It's for you.
- HeIIo? - PauIine?
- Francis? - How are you, darIing?
The Iottery ticketI
Molts's ticket... from before you Ieft.
You've got the vaIidated ticket, you know the one...
Didn't you get my message?
On the answering machine. It's in your fanny pack!
The fanny pack? Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
Why? Did you win the Iottery?
Let me down.
No, that was Molts.
Molts!
Him again!
We got cut off.
I toId you so...
Not to give the fanny pack.
- HeIIo? - What is this?
Shut your face!
You.
Over there.
Give me Molts!
Who's speaking?
Give me Molts!
Who is this?
TeII him the Turk sends his regards...
Some guy caIIed the Turk sends his regards.
The Turk?
Gimme PauIine.
TeII him I'm gonna smash his face in,
shred his guts, and tear his eyes out!
He's gonna smash your face, shred your...
Gimme that! Turk? It's Molts. What's your probIem?
It's your probIem. Gimme the ticket, or I off your paI's wife.
The woman for the ticket? Where are you?
- Where are we? - Between BakeI and Touba.
Between BakeI and Touba. And you?
Where are we?
Between BakeI and Touba.
CIoser to BakeI or Touba?
- CIoser to BakeI or Touba? - 50-50.
Are we cIoser to BakeI or Touba?
- Same difference. - Goddamn it!
Fucking piece of shit country from heII!
Don't bIow a fuse.
You wish.
Meet me tomorrow, in Touba! At noon!
- Where? - In Touba!
Where in Touba?
- At the church! - There is no church here.
You're a fucking pain in my ass!
At the mosque.
We'II be there.
What was that about?
A woman for the ticket? What woman, my wife?
And who's that Kurd character?
Turk.
A professionaI associate.
A professionaI associate?
Who wants to shred your guts?
What's he gonna do to PauIine?
- Nothing. - What nothing?
Because she's worth 15 miIIion.
May I have my phone?
Shut up.
So where's the fence?
They usuaIIy seII their Ioot to Saddam.
- That joint over there? - Yes.
- Look, the short one. - Don't stare.
- Let's go. - No.
Let me go, pIease.
It's between him and me.
Let me settIe this... my way.
Hi, One-tooth.
Remember me? ''Ferrari, Ferrari!''
Listen up, I'II make it short.
You have something
that's very important to me. My fanny pack.
Far be it from me to be aggressive...
What happened?
Nothing.
- What happened? - Nothing.
- Where's Molts? - He's gone.
Oh, fuck!
What's wrong?
There he is! That's him!
Let me handIe it.
- There you go. - You're a reaI star, NicoIas.
What was in it?
Just personaI stuff.
That's aII?
And 15 miIIion.
- In cash? - I don't feeI very...
- Cash? - Lottery ticket. Who are you?
Thank God.
The ticket.
Good.
Now we find PauIine, hand over the ticket, and go home.
I don't think so.
It's what you said.
I changed my mind. We go our separate ways now.
HoId on a second.
You can't do that...
You said we're a team.
And PauIine?
This was my probIem. PauIine is your probIem.
Listen, Mr. Kurd.
We're aII aduIts here. This is absurd...
SureIy you agree.
Listen, Mr. Kurd.
Let's be reasonabIe.
Listen Kurd, two things...
I've got one thing to say.
Touch my wife, and you're dead meat! Got that?
Come on.
Let's get a room now. UntiI tomorrow.
Thanks, Molts.
You're a great guy.
Shut up aIready.
You're right.
I'II shut my mouth.
Not one more word out of me.
Do I have a view?.
Of course, sir.
About your swimming faciIities.
How do you disinfect?
Disinfect, the pooI.
How do you disinfect? HydroIysis, or chIorine?
I don't know, sir.
CouId you ask your...
It's important.
I get these ear necroses and I wouIdn't want to have to sue you.
Give me the key!
PIease ask, is it chIorine?
HydroIysis or chIorine?
Do you have a suite?
Can't you see I'm taIking?
Can't you see I'm taIking with him?
So be nice, and wait behind the Iine, okay?
What Iine?
The courtesy Iine, sir. If you can't see it, imagine it.
So impoIite.
So?
I don't know, sir.
Can he caII me back? It's important, it's medicaI.
And you, sir,
you can't Iearn courtesy. It just comes naturaIIy.
Stupid Gypsy.
So, a suite?
Yes sir.
- What are you doing? - She bit me.
Good for you!
It's nothing. Crazy young Iovers!
Keep winking Conchita, and I'II use your face to mop the fIoor.
- Fuck you. - Shut up and move.
I'II show you. Go to the room.
It's funny how I Iook so good
in these exotic cIothes.
I reaIIy think...
they fIatter my form.
I probabIy have African bIood.
But I got an ensembIe for you. BIue.
It suits your skin tone. It'II bring out your energy.
You'II Iook Iess paIe.
Are you Iistening?
You... You're suIking.
What's wrong?
It's never easy meeting oId friends again.
But it'II be fine. Trust me.
I've had Iots of tiffs, but it aIways works out.
I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding.
What made him so angry?
Anything can be forgiven.
I'm your friend, taIk to me.
What did you do?
I kiIIed his brother.
I see.
But...
KiIIed... kiIIed?
How do you Iike the décor?
It sucks.
Get Iost aIready.
Go get me an Orangina.
Are you stupid?
Get Iost!
And take this.
Fine, go to the pooI if you want.
HoIy moIy.
What fIoor?
Ground fIoor.
Hot, isn't it?
After you.
Excuse me.
Can I ask you something?
Are you free tomorrow?.
Conchita...
Do you mambo?
His taste is terribIe.
See that? Conchita knows how to mambo!
You reaIIy remind me of someone.
When you smiIe.
SmiIe again, to see.
I saw you in a movie.
What was it again?
A detective, who beds aII these girIs in EngIish cars.
I can't remember his name.
No big deaI.
As I was saying,
that's my pIan. You stand behind me.
If anything goes wrong,
you step in.
It's too Iong to expIain,
and the Iess you know,
the better.
And I need to...
keep my mouth shut.
It's gonna bIow.
Two white guys.
A bIonde with a girIie haircut, and a dark one, unpIeasant.
Room number?
Hey you, wait!
Can I caII the desk from your room? I forgot my key,
and I don't want to wake my friend.
Thanks.
He's kind of out of it.
I'd prefer not to wake him.
Did you throw a party?
Is this it?
- You sure? - Yeah!
What are you doing? Come on!
My hair!
AsshoIe!
Excuse me,
but can I...
I know you.
The jerk from reception.
I'II give you some disinfectant.
Room service.
What the fuck is this?
We're gonna get you, Kurd.
Oh reaIIy?
It's a bIoodbath!
Turk...
He's the Turk?
Oh, shit.
Where's the woman?
We've got business first.
If you hurt my PauIine, we'II get you!
Shoot.
Shoot him.
Let's do it the oId way.
It's gonna bIow.
- Whadda you want? - Shut up!
What an acid stomach.
I said shut up.
Bitch!
What?
It's gonna bIow, big time.
I'II rip your spine out.
He's just trying to scare you. Don't Iet him scare you!
- In the face! - You, stay stiII.
Punch him in the face!
In the face!
PuII his hair! He hates that!
It's gonna bIow.
Don't move!
You, the ticket!
Now!
The ticket!
Who's the dwarf?
See, Molts?
I toId you to be courteous with the short guy.
Make yourseIf usefuI.
Private party, sirs.
Francis?
Give me that.
Look out!
Fight back!
We're going back up.
You've had your dinner,
so now I want my tip.
The ticket.
Fuck off.
ReaIIy?
And now what?
One...
Two...
How sweet.
You Iike your bIondie.
Let him go or I off you!
Shut your face.
Don't move, honey.
Martinet?
Sorry. Wrong fIoor.
Are you okay, darIing?
Don't Iook, it's horribIe.
I want you both to know...
I'm sorry. It's my fauIt.
It's okay. Let me Iook.
Forgive me...
You weren't hit.
I feIt the buIIet.
I'II hit you now!
The cops! We've gotta go.
Go that way. Take the ticket.
- Why? - Take it.
The cops are coming. I'm not going back to jaiI.
Molts, wait.
Don't Iose it.
You're not gonna get me.
Get out!
I want him aIive.
What the fuck is this!
Fucking tripIets.
So, you're MoItis.
His name is Molts.
Strong.
Extra-strong MoItis.
Mr. AII-France-Fears-Me.
Listen here, MoItis.
I'II work to make you cry, untiI you cry.
And if you don't cry...
you'II cry anyway.
Got it?
Yes.
Yes who?
Yes boss.
This pIace is different.
Here, it's scary.
When men come here, they're men.
When they Ieave, they're not men.
They're Iike... women.
Stay caIm.
Your toiIet.
Open the door.
Open it right now!
Open the door, bastard!
Don't worry.
CIose the door.
6 months Iater...
You're gonna suffer, MoItis.
I say MoItis. If I wanna say MoItis, I say MoItis.
You're too much of a smarty ass.
I'm gonna make you waIk backwards through the desert behind a cameI.
He who Iaughs Iater wiII Iaugh at the end.
It's from ItaIy.
Who wouId write to you?
You coming to bingo?
What's the prize?
Your watch.
What's going on?
TeII me what's happening!
What's going on?
You're a free man.
I swore I wouIdn't Iet you down.
Friends of mine.
I'II introduce you.
They're mercenaries. I hired them.
Boisterous, but nice.
- Efficient. - And very poIite.
And this...
is your jackpot.
My money.
15 miIIion!
What did he say?
You're not working by the hour!
- What is it? - Nothing.
- They want their pay now. - Let's pay them.
I'II pay you right now. Thank you!
I meant to expIain...
Who are those guys?
That's what I wanted to expIain.
Around here, they don't seII retaiI.
You buy the whoIe Iot.
But we do have them for a whoIe month.
A month?
A month.
We'II keep busy.
Next.
Kaki.
Uzi.
Did you use your grenades?
Did you use both of your grenades?
Otherwise put them back in the bucket.
Pay him doubIe.
DoubIe? HaIf.
No, doubIe. It's no big deaI.
- Chéérid. - Sorry?
Chéérid.
- Pierre-Eric? - Chéérid.
Chéérid, sorry. My mistake.
Ahmid.
No. For him you...
- Why? - I'II teII you Iater.
- Wait. - I'II teII you Iater.
Thank you.
- AIi. - AIaoui?
Great work, AIi. I saw what you did over there.
AIright. But deduct...
On principIe.
- Sorry? - Merzougui.
He Iooks exactIy Iike Richard Anthony!
Are you reIated to Richard Anthony?
My mistake.
SIipid Ahmed.
- Do you see his knife. - Two.
Give him another one.
What's with the knife...
Give him four.
Four. Give him four.
Very good. I'm very happy with your work. Very good.
No. Four.
The agreement was four.
Give him one more.
Give him a fifth one.
Five, and no more.
Okay, but that's it.
Mustapha.
I've paid you aIready, haven't I?
Haven't we?
Okay, pay him.
- How much? - SmaII.
A smaII one.
One time each.
Don't yeII.
Next.
RemouIi MouIarmehd.
You were wastefuI. You wasted earIier.
I saw you shooting into the air.
You mustn't waste. Take out three.
Deduct three because he wasted his buIIets.
When it's over, it's over. I'm not teIIing you again.
I've gotta be firm.
AbdaIIah.
Go get us some more tens.
That's it, there's nothing Ieft.
Abdou SaIam.
Here, take four.
SubtitIes: Jennifer Gay
Reviewed by KB