- 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 fuck were ya? - 52 men were looking for you full time.
Aw, shit. 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 fuckin' 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 fucking head.
You can relax now.
Shit. 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 fuckin' 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, shit. Will you stop this shit? - Did I ever tell you? I had her once.
- What a fuck! - Oh, you...
Don't quit now.
Don't give up.
I want a fuckin' Hershey bar.
That's OK.
It's not good for Frogs. Makes 'em jump backwards.
Asshole.
Hey. I don't want any of this fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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, Henry. You know what I mean?
Wait! I want the Hershey bars, Henry. Not the Frog oatmeal shit you've been givin' me.
I want real Hershey bars with the nuts in 'em.
Henry, you got it in the office. I know goddamn well... Henry!
Who the fuck would know, Henry?! Goddammit!
You motherfuckers!
Don't tell 'em anything until you see your fuckin' lawyer!
Right?
This is...
It's really good. I never drink this at home, you know.
"Gaston de Lagrange. Cognac. "
It's good stuff.
Only the best for you, Doyle.
Goddamn.
When I was a kid, I never drank because I thought it was a sin,...
.. because of the nuns and everything.
- Are you Catholic? - Retired.
Retired?!
Retired, huh? You just turned in your papers and...
Do you get a pension?
Oh, shit.
Ahhhh...
Well, besides all that...
You didn't imagine me, did you? But besides all that...
When I was a... um...
.. a kid, you know, with the nuns and the confessions and all that,...
.. I was a ballpayer... ballplayer.
I was a ballplayer!
Baseball player.
Yeah. You know, I had a tryout with the Yankees.
- You know what the Yankees are? - Yes. As in "Yankee go home. "
Yeah. No!
No, uh...
Uh...
No, the Yankee baseball... baseball team.
Yeah, I had a tryout with them and...
.. they sent me down to the... the minors.
And the poblem... poblem... problem was that...
.. there was a fuckin' kid there, and he was...
.. the fastest bastard, he was fuckin' fast.
And he... he played shortstop at the time, and he...
He could hit the ball a fuckin' ton.
A fuckin' ton!
- You know what "fuck" means? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, I was in spring training...
.. and I saw this kid,...
.. and I just immediately took the test for cops.
That kid was Mickey Mantle.
You know who Mickey Mantle was?
- You fuckhead. - No, I can't say that I know.
You don't know who Mickey Mantle was? Huh?
How about Willie Mays?
Say hey! Willie Mays! The mighty Willie Mays. See?
No.
Max Lanier. A Frog.
Jean Kiley. You remember Jean Kiley?
- Gene Kelly? - Gene... Not Gene Kelly.
Jean Kiley, the fuckin' skier.
Oh. You mean Jean-Claude Killy.
That's what I said! Yes. Fuck, yeah.
Good athlete.
Well, and... Whitey Ford. Goddamn. You know who Whitey Ford was?
Oh... shit. He was a dandy little southpaw.
That's what we called him. He was a dandy little southpaw.
- Southpaw? - Yeah. He was a lefty.
- You mean a communist? - No, he was a Republican.
But he was somethin', I tell you. He was somethin'. He was...
He was... uh...
.. um... a lefty.
He threw with his left hand.
Understand? With his south hand.
With his south paw.
That's why we called him a lefty.
You got it?
Look here...
And the batter was standing like this.
You gotta throw me the ball.
Wait a minute.
OK. Ready.
- You never saw any baseball, did you? - No.
Shit.
Well, Whitey Ford was a dandy southpaw.
He was...
Give me one, Henry, quick!
You motherfucker!
- Drink it.
He'd hit the fuckin' apple ball with the fuckin' stick!
- Tell me about Southpaw. - I told you about that fuckin' southpaw!
- I can't take it no more! - And Mickey Mantle.
Mickey Mantle sucks!
- Do you ski? - Do I look like I can ski, you fuckhead?!
I can barely walk!
I need help, goddamnit!
Shit.
- I have your breakfast. I hope you can eat it. - Uh... I'll try.
- Are you gonna take me home? - Not yet.
You were cold. We'll warm you up.
And maybe see a little of Marseilles too, hein?
I don't remember anything. They'd just knocked me on my ass.
Anything? Any detail?
I don't remember anything.
I'd like to have some of that.
You're kidding. A woman now would finish you off.
Not the woman, dummy. 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 over 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?
Cos I'm a bigger asshole than you are.
Henry? It's Doyle.
- Workin' kinda late at the office, aren't ya? - Where are you, Popeye?
I'm at Charnier's place. I suddenly remembered it.
It's the Hotel Colonnades. Used to be the Hotel Tanger.
It's on the Rue Rappatu. You got that?
- Stay where you are. - OK.
Oh, Henry. Bring some water. A lot of it.
Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?
- Exterminator. - Quoi?
Rats. You got rats, buddy.
Come on outta there, you fuckin' rats!
Come on out or I'll burn you out!
Come on, you rats! Come on out!
Everybody out!
Hey, hey, hey! Move it! Hot pussy here!
Hey! You moustached motherfuckers!
Hey!
Doyle! Doyle, you knew! You always knew the name of this place!
You knew and you wouldn't tell me! Doyle, I deserve an answer!
Look at that! That's your answer. Fuck you!
I came over after Charnier and I'm gonna get his ass!
Where is that goddamn motherfucker? Where is he?!
That's enough! Stop it, Doyle!
- Look at this, asshole!
He told us what we want.
- That's enough now. - OK.
You'd better be right. I'll tell you that.
I'll come lookin' for ya!
I'll knock your dick stiff.
Look at my hat.
This time, Doyle, you stay right next to me.
Come on.
Where's my fucking gun?!
I hope you can swim, asshole!
Hey! Doyle, come on!
Henri! Henri!
Yeah?
Doyle?
Commissaire Delacroix. He wants your passport.
There is a plane for Barcelona in the morning with a connection to New York.
You'll get your passport back when you get on it.
Do you need me to translate?
They called your boss in New York.
Your passport, Popeye.
Why don't you tell him I lost it in the dry dock?
He wants you to stay in the hotel until we say you leave.
My French no good. In English.
I say nothing till consul get here. I know nothing of last night.
You must have known something was stuck to the hull.
We come for fixing of the rudder! I know nothing about the dope!
- You will wait here, Captain. - I go back in Dutch territory.
No! You are in French territory, and you will stay on French territory.
I don't want to see that. Keep it under wraps.
- What are you gonna do now? - We wait.
When this consul comes, we'll go to headquarters and talk.
And when the consul leaves, we don't talk so much.
Don't lock this bum up yet. He hasn't been paid.
Charnier would only pay after delivery. Last night there wasn't time.
This Dutchman will wait till he gets his cash.
- It could be in Holland, on deposit in Geneva. - No, it'll be here, and in cash.
Charnier won't stiff this guy. He's got too many stories to tell ya.
- I don't know. - Look.
If you follow this guy all over Europe, in a week's time...
.. there'll be nickel and dime bags on 126th Street.
Let him go. Let him walk away.
He'll lead us right to Frog One.
You owe me one.
OK, merci.
We've got the harbour covered, in case he tries a rendezvous by boat.
- When's that ship scheduled to leave? - The day after tomorrow.
OK.
It will get very difficult if we see nothing tomorrow, Popeye.
Hey, look. Look!
Who in the hell does that look like? Henry Kissinger?
- Alexandre, Raoul, Émil... - Come on!
They're comin' in.
- Hey, there he is. - Which one?
The guy with the cigarette in his mouth. They switched bags!
The white collar. He's got a white collar.
Tell 'em he's got a white-and-blue bag around his shoulder.
- Getting ready to cross the street.
Oui.
- Christ, look at this.
He goes to the Arab quarter.
Over here!
Doyle!
Get out of the way. Get out.
Come on, move it. Come on!
Charnier?