"Do you think you fit to the french public audience of nowadays?" "I'm an international actress Sir and there's no such thing as a french audience." "I'm a character without time, without religion, without sex." "Well..." "Can you concile your private life with your professional life in a way that..." "I already told you that I live out of time... and out of space." "I'm an abstract character since I exist only in images." "And your hobbies?" "Well, you see, I love to collect shoes and then... to buy houses." "What do you prefer between the two?" "They're equal." "I buy both of them when I love them." "Of course..." "Still it's not the same purpose!" "Well you can put shoes in a house even if personally I prefer walking barefoot when I'm home." "What part would you like to play next?" "All the parts in the same time." "In a single character." "Because, you see, I think there's not so much..." "Mr Caron, please." "Considering the polls do you think you will pass the first turn?" "Sorry, I don't talk politic during the week-end." "Just a word on your program then." "You probably know it." "You read the newspapers, right?" "Do you think?" "Please look at the camera." "Do you think the political conjecture is propitious to your election?" "Good night." "Good night." "How are you?" "Fine." "As always." "Please don't tear up the buttons on my shirts." "And starch well collars and cuffs." "It's not me tearing up the buttons." "It's the machine, you know." "Don't put enzymes in the machine." "It's very bad." "Really?" "Here's for you." "Thanks." "I'm gonna make you taste something great!" "Loulou! Someone tore my stocking!" "Someone tore my stocking!" "Stop here." "Wait for me." "A beer please." "To St Lazare railway station." "Two bullets hit him." "One under the scapula, the other in the chest." "Straight in the heart." "Straight in the heart?" "You take note Pichon." "Yeah, yeah." "Look at his face." "He's completely relax!" "When you receive a bullet in the guts you agonize in pain a long time before you die." "Your face freezes with a grin." "But in this case death was immediate." "As you can see yourself." "You noted everything, huh?" "Hey!" "Hello Inspector." "This bar isn't my property anymore since a long time you know but I'm still worried because of the election coming." "You have nothing to worry about." "It's a mob hit." "The victim was in troubles since a while and he had received threats." "I'd like to believe you but..." "In my case Mr Caron" "I can assure you that nothing will filter in the press." "Well..." "Thanks." "It's a good start then." "It's very nice." "It's gold?" "Yes." "Very nice case." "Take it if you like it so much." "No, you're kidding!" "There's someting more important than newspapers." "I can't tolerate crime." "Yes, of course." "I know you'll do your best to clear out this case as fast as possible." "But to tell you the truth I believe it is directed against me." "Mr Caron, I guarantee you that you can trust me entirely." "Remember." "It's not the first time that we work together and I'd like to give you this favor at my turn." "It's very important for me." "Thank you Inspector." "Nothing new?" "He was shot twice and died instantly." "There's nothing else to add." "Please Inspector." "Yes, I'm coming." "There's three bullets in the bearded guy." "What do you mean?" "Four bullets were shot." "Two in the back." "One in the chest." "And the fourth blew up the lamp." "You only need to count to four." "It's easy." "And then?" "And then nothing." "I only say that three bullets were shot in the bearded guy." "That's all." "Could you talk more clearly?" "But there's nothing to explain..." "May I Doctor?" "Please do." "Thanks." "This guy has a wonderful eyesight." "The three bullets went straight to the heart." "The first two bullets are almost located in the same hole." "It's a green one!" "Yes, it's green." "The third... rejoined the two others in the upper part of the heart after puncturing the right lung and severing the aorta." "It's green." "It is beautiful!" "So that by introducing a thread from the back it can be taken out by the chest." "That guy really had a strange eye." "You're a remarkable surgeon." "Eye specialist." "Caliber 7.65 and apparently shot with the same weapon." "I heard that only one person used green bullets..." "But who?" "(Arabic language)" "We only want your name and adress please." "Your adress?" "And you? Hello?" "You hear me?" "You know that paunchy guy..." "He asked me to a last drink at his place." "So you went?" "What a jerk." "I went with him but wait to hear what happened next you won't believe it." "Why?" "We went to his place." "You know what he told me there?" "No." "He told he wanted to show me a family photo album." "(Inaudible)" "What?" "This guy is so dumb." "I don't know why I'm staying with such a jerk." "So he opens the book." "And then?" "Some porn." "While he showed me the pictures he was pushing me against the table with his fat belly." "It was disgusting." "Go on, I'm listening." "Yeah right you listen brushing your teeth." "He was pushing me and sent big blows of warm fetid air on my neck." "His breath smelled garlic." "It was strange because we didn't eat garlic at diner." "Then I thought about you my darling." "I said to myself." "If we make this movie maybe it could be my big break." "You see?" "Yes." "So..." "With this idea in mind..." "I let him have his way and push me a little more..." "You didn't get too far?" "Who do you think I am?" "You're disgusting." "Suddenly he falls on his back like this..." "And he tells me "some sugar, some sugar!"." "It's funny, no?" "Not really." "I didn't get it and he had my dress teared up a little..." "What did you do then?" "I asked him where was the sugar?" "Why did he need some sugar this jerk?" "Because he's diabetic and when they're in crisis diabetic must eat sugar or they die." "You really don't know anything." "I couldn't invent such a story." "I searched some sugar in his place but there was no more sugar cubes so I gave him a spoon of powder sugar and I ran away." "You did right." "That's all you have to say?" "This guy is in the movie business and he's loaded." "If you want to do some movies you've got to manage." "Are you crazy in addition to being a jerk?" "What are you saying?" "That you're a jerk!" "Why I'm a jerk?" "And you piss me off." "Come on." "You want to win some money, you want to get in the business... What's the matter with you taking me in the middle of the night?" "Listen." "It's Mr Jean Caron who asked us." "It's not our fault." "If it's him I'll have a few things to tell him." "You stay here quietly while we're going." "It's a crazy story!" "Shit!" "What nonsense!" "Don't speak so loud Mr Louis." "People are sleeping at this hour." "What's going on in this house?" "Shit!" "Why are you still cleaning at three in the morning?" "I'm insomniac Mr Louis." "You're crazy Jean!" "Asking me at three in the morning!" "Shut up or you'll wake up everyone in the house." "Shut up and stay quiet." "Something terrible happened." "What is it?" "Big Louis was shot at the Whisky Bar." "It can't be!" "And the cops came." "It's impossible!" "There's something else." "What?" "The bag." "What about it?" "It vanished." "Come on, it's impossible." "Very well." "Drink." "I don't understand Jean." "Listen." "Be nice and put this gun away." "Alright?" "I'd like to know who did this and why." "I'd like to know too and I frankly thought you could help me." "How?" "Tell me how?" "Listen Louis." "We were almost raised together, right?" "We've always worked hand in hand." "We also have shared the hard times together." "It's true?" "Yes it's true." "So tell me." "I'd like to know... what you would do... to the guy who stole the bag... if he was in front of you." "I would kill him." "Well..." "I listen to you then." "What do you want to hear from me?" "Since you take it like that..." "You see these bullets?" "Yes." "They're bullets of your own making, right?" "Of course." "You're the only one to use them?" "You know this very well." "What does it mean Jean?" "Look bastard!" "Bullets found in Big Louis." "Listen Jean, I swear..." "Where is the bag?" "I don't know." "You don't want to tell me?" "How?" "Alright." "Go on Berthe." "So Mr Louis..." "Where is the bag?" "Where is the bag?" "I'm paid to beat you but I don't know if I must beat you for your pleasure or if I'm paid to hurt you." "You understand?" "So tell me, it's for your pleasure?" "Or to hurt you?" "Come on tell me where's the bag and I'll stop." "Tell me where is it." "Tell me." "Tell me." "Where's the bag?" "Come on, tell me." "Be nice and tell me where it is." "Where's the bag?" "Where's the bag?" "Come on, talk scumbag!" "Wanna bet?" "Try out and we'll see." "This one, no this one." "That's it." "You owe me 10 bucks." "Mr Louis." "Say something." "Talk to me." "Mr Louis." "Sign this." "Good." "It's not possible." "You're lucky as the devil." "Your turn." "So?" "It's better?" "Better than if I could see." "Perfect." "Say, I wanted to tell you earlier..." "No, say nothing." "I focus on the sounds." "Ok." "I'm waiting Serge." "Shit." "What's wrong with you?" "Sorry." "I sneeze." "Mr Caron asks you." "Sirs I introduce our new specialized correspondant." "Mr Ronny Cooper." "Serge Bringle." "Alain Cardoni." "Pleased to meet you." "If you're alright I'd like to have a look on the goods." "It's a very pure heroin coming from Honk-Kong." "Same price as usual?" "As usual." "And your associate?" "He won't create any more trouble." "I promise you." "Are you sure?" "This is the proof." "I, Louis Marchiani, recognize being responsible of the murder of Louis Gambier and I take full responsability for this crime." "Ok it's a deal." "I will take ten bags in two weeks." "Why these exercises with a blidfold?" "Just like that." "He shoots better with his ears than with his eye." "When I had two eyes..." "I always closed one to shoot." "Now that I only have one eye left..." "You understand?" "Don't worry, old pal." "You will have other shots." "Sorry Sir but it's my win." "I played the 5." "Sorry Lady but it's my money on number 5." "You're wrong, it's my money on number 5!" "I know what I'm doing!" "It's my money and I won Mrs!" "You're a hoodlum, a thug but you don't impress me!" "Please, watch your mouth lady!" "What does it mean?" "Are you crazy?" "It's my money!" "In the end, stop now, it's mine!" "I'll call the police!" "What's the trouble here?" "Mr policeman this man is stealing my win." "Your papers please." "Homicide dept." "Shit!" "My pants!" "Friggin' pigs!" "Please Sir." "Yes?" "Eiffel Tower." "What?" "Eiffel Tower." "Sorry I..." "I don't understand" "Eiffel tour." "You mean Tour Eiffel?" "Do you speak english?" "Nein." "Deutsch?" "Ya." "I don't speak deutsch." "Wait..." "You.." "here." "Tour Eiffel..." "Eiffel Tower there." "Eiffel Tower there." "You walk from here until there." "Wait it's simple..." "But..." "You're 15 minutes Mr Karayan." "You too Inspector." "I tore up my pants." "I see that." "I saw you limping." "Say..." "A murder has been committed in the bar who used to belong to Mr Jean Caron." "You already told me that, you know." "Yes but Mr Jean Caron is a candidate to the legislative elections." "You told me that too." "Yes.." "It's very kind of you for the ice-cream." "I'd like for you to snoop a little in his circle." "He's a remarkable man." "And with his position he has lots of enemies." "It goes with the job." "It's probable." "Listen we're going to hide this." "I'll give you my coat." "Maybe it's not your size or your style but it will hide the hole." "Thanks a lot." "Say Mr Karayan..." "I've heard that you were newly converted to Buddhism." "It's true?" "You know, people say a lot of nonsense but... it's true." "You're buddhist?" "Listen." "There are alcoholics, junkies, hippies...so why not?" "Yes but you know that like everybody in the department I know your worth." "That's why I'm asking your service." "Listen, it's alright." "I agree to do this job." "But I'd like that..." "About my coat please... don't forget to bring it back to my janitor." "Don't worry." "You know that I can make you earn a little money." "And maybe even a lot more." "I hope so." "That's why I'm working for you." "I'm peniless." "I asked you a beauty make-up." "Not a cleaning facade." "Come on, don't be so rough." "You're not a house painter." "It's not my lipstick?" "It's not mine!" "It burns my skin!" "It burns!" "Stay quiet." "Stop that." "It gets me wet." "It's crazy! Who's that broad? He wore some glasses... but it's him." "I recognize him." "It's him..." "It's him who shot the bartender." "He didn't wear a patch." "He wore some glasses." "It's him the guy with the glasses!" "It's him!" "I'm sure I saw him!" "He wore glasses, I'm sure he..." "So what?" "What's happening to her?" "She doesn't breathe." "There's something wrong." "Take her away." "Quick." "It's nothing." "Just a little faintness." "Nothing at all." "What happened?" "She hit the girl too hard." "What happened exactly?" "She hit her in the wrong place." "It's not my fault Sir." "These girls nowadays are too frail." "So they break at the first touch." "How did you put her inside?" "As usual." "How many times I told you I didn't want any more dirty business in my place?" "It's incredible!" "In the past girls were strong." "You hit her and they screamed." "And that was all." "But today a small hit and..." "They don't breath anymore." "And then she had recognized one-eye." "And the dress." "The dress!" "Well it's..." "It's all new." "Come on." "Make it disappear like the rest." "And close all the doors for not letting any odor out." "Jean!" "Jean!" "Cops came at my home!" "Don't touch me." "You promised me I would be safe now." "You promised me and made me sign up." "Go away." "I don't want to see you here anymore." "Looking at the polls do you think the constituents from the working-class and rural areas will vote for you?" "I hope so." "Yes." "How is it going with the meetings and contacts in the country?" "People are much more welcoming in small towns than in big cities." "Because in the cities... there's so much turmoil..." "You didn't notice something special?" "No." "Nothing." "Except that our deputy has eyes of different colors." "Yes you're right." "And then?" "Then nothing." "Here." "You'll be happy Mr Muller." "I've done exactly as you asked." "I ironed the white, starched the blue." "I starched the pink one too." "That's enough talking Mrs Abelard." "We're in a hurry." "You're always in a hurry Mr Muller." "Here they are." "I also stitched all your buttons." "Speaking of buttons... could you stitch mine?" "At this place?" "Take off your trousers then." "We're in a hurry." "No time for that." "I can't then." "It's not correct." "Of course you can, they do it in every laundry shop in the USA." "Really?" "If the yankees do it then it's different." "Don't move." "Or I sting you!" "Don't move!" "Come on!" "I don't move." "It's not me." "It's not me." "It's "him"." "Naughty boy! Thank you Mrs Magloire!" "How much Mrs Magloire?" "Naughty boys!" "Good bye Mrs Magloire." "Good bye Mrs Magloire." "These guys!" "It was fun, huh?" "I didn't know she was your type of girl." "I only did this to arouse you." "To arouse me?" "You know my motto..." "If there's no hair under their armpits there's no pleasure." "I prefer unusual situations with or without hairs." "I mean it." "I like women with strong body odor not women smelling pharmacy." "Odors are in the head, old pal." "You don't understand me." "I'm a cerebral man." "You see?" "You're cerebral?" "What's so important after all?" "Hairs or no hairs..." "A Mustang follows us." "Don't look back." "Three guys inside." "Shit." "I smell cops." "Wait." "Beware pigs!" "Hell's gonna break loose!" "Let's get inside there." "So you're looking for someone?" "I'm sure they weren't cops." "I saw them at Caron's party earlier." "I don't remember them." "He blamed me because of this cunt." "But who else might have recognized me?" "Don't be so nervous." "It can't be so serious." "I'm afraid for my life, don't you understand?" "Listen." "I must treat his eyes later." "I will talk to him about you." "Alright." "By the way, how is his new eye?" "Fine." "But he will lose the other." "What?" "His retina is screwed." "What are you saying?" "I already explained to you." "Listen." "The retina is a sensory membrane perfectly transparent which contains photoreceptor elements." "When the light comes it is reflected and hits back sensory layers." "Thus the nervous influ spreads to the neurons and the optical nerve." "A phone call for you Mr Karayan." "Sorry about last night." "My flush makes a hell of a noise." "It's not my fault." "I talked about it to the... to the landlord but the plumber never came." "It's not my fault, you know." "I take some meds to cure my diarrhoea." "But with those nasty canned goods and those hormone chickens." "It also seems that the jelly around liverwurst is made of human bones." "They come from India." "Funerary bones." "You know, I'm fed up..." "I can't live anymore in this building." "At my old age..." "I'm forced to climb to the first floor... to go to the toilets." "No, it's not possible." "The one-eyed man you say?" "He has been condemned for murder and released two years after." "His name was Muller then." "Cardoni?" "You learnt some things." "No, no." "I don't know about that." "By the way, about my coat... could you give it back?" "It seems you don't have money to buy you one." "At the janitor yes." "Thank you." "Yes." "Alright." "You know, I'll call the plumber myself when my diarrhoea is passed." "Where are you going man?" "Prefect Latour please." "He's very busy at the moment." "Write him a letter." "A letter?" "I don't think we're so well acquainted that you can call me "man"." "Hubert!" "Baptiste!" "What a surprise!" "For me too." "You didn't change." "But you did change a little." "Your hairs have changed..." "I admit." "I have too much of what you have less." "Damn Baptiste!" "Custom fridge." "Sit down." "I see that you still have your two little tenants in the legs." "The two bullets?" "Yes they're still there." "You remember?" "25 september 1944." "What day?" "Thursday." "I knew it was a thursday." "We were lucky on that day." "Yeah right." "The proof." "You're still in a great shape." "Cheers!" "I've been told that you converted to Buddhism and that you earned your life writing envelopes." "If you've heard that it's probably true." "You know..." "I never understood how your life took this turn." "How a guy like you, practically the best in our squad..." "I always thought it was because of my accent." "You know it's not the reason." "You see, Hubert..." "One day I gave a slap to a scumbag." "It caused him to lose his eardrum." "He was the son of a high-rank official." "Good lawyer, good doctor, diagnosis, trial..." "Police had to pay 3.000.000." "And I was fired." "The scumbag was caught for good six months later." "You must understand." "For me the police was...the police." "Not choirboys." "Like today's cops." "They vote communist." "Stop your nonsense." "Tell me how I can help you." "I'd like to have a look in one of your files." "That's all?" "You're at home here Baptiste." "If you want I can call an archivist." "Thank you." "Throw your weapon!" "What do you want in the end?" "You hear me?" "Who sent you?" "He can't see us on his right." "We must bypass him." "(Inaudible)" "Take him by your left." "He sees nothing on his right." "Shoot him! So..." "Mr Muller" "Do you..." "Sorry, Mr Cardoni if you prefer." "Could you please tell me your story?" "I don't know what you mean." "I'd like to know for instance... what happened to your eye?" "This one." "You had two of them when you got out of jail." "You didn't stay long by the way for a murder charge." "And now you're one-eye." "So... it deserves an explanation." "I'm hard of hearing." "I can fix your good eye and make you real ugly if you don't talk at once!" "I'm sorry to bother you Mr Karayan but you make such a racket that I jumped in my bed." "With my bellyache and the light timer not working" "I almost fell down on my way to the toilets." "So if you please..." "I'm sorry Mr Radinet but as you can see I have a guest." "You used green bullets to shoot Big Louis, the bartender of Mr Jean Caron's bar, maybe a futur deputy, who brought you out of jail one year ago." "And now he wants you dead." "Who told you?" "Mr Jean Caron himself." "It's not true." "Stop!" "I'm not lying." "You want me to tell you where is your missing eye." "It's your boss wearing it." "I also know that he smuggles heroin." "The election is just a cover." "You see, I got you." "But there's a way out for you." "I need proofs." "Do you understand?" "I need...proofs." "You're happy with yourself?" "You're just a bastard!" "You betrayed us!" "Come on, come, on, my darling!" "Keep quiet, you make too much noise." "I would never have believed it coming from you." "You tried to betray me." "Why?" "I always... always treated you like a brother." "You know that with this eye problem I was becoming blind." "Serge had arranged this deal between us." "And then..." "Thanks to you I saw light again." "And thanks to me you also saw light again." "You were condemned to a 25 years sentence." "We see the light with the same eyes." "I always treated you... because of this as another me." "You sadden me... trying to make me fail." "A great sadness." "It's not true!" "You're a fuckin' bastard!" "You wanted me dead to take my second eye!" "Bastard!" "In the left pocket." "It's expensive." "It's very expensive." "Once I met love and it was a gas." "It was very long ago." "The guy was a plumber." "He was much much smaller than me." "Up to my shoulder." "He was very strong, a bit fat." "I like big fat ones." "You're a little fat by the way." "I never noticed that before." "Well he was not really fat but very strong and very muscular." "Very hairy." "His feet smelled terribly bad." "It was awful." "He lived in a very small room." "" "NOTE FROM THE TRANSLATOR :" ""And it goes on and on...." "Well guys blame me as much as you want but frankly I can't keep up translating the loads of bullshit this girl is spitting." "It's an insult to anyone's intelligence." "I'll resume service when this supposed to be funny "third degree-arty-free jazz- improvisation" nonsense ends for good." "IMHO it completely ruins this good little flick and shame to B. Laffont for accepting this, the worst part of her entire career." "Well, it's not even a part." "It's a non existing part." "Or she had an affair with the director or some footage had to be added to make a 80 mn feature movie." "Anyway see you later when our story resumes."" "By the way... timings : meatisgood translation : aloysius70" "Cinemaggedon exclusive- Not for sale! The green bullets have been stolen from Mr Louis." "It's Caron who schemed the whole thing." "For what reason?" "To get rid of his partner." "He was becoming more and more dangerous to him." "But why?" "He was his connexion to the mob." "So Caron sent Cardoni to snuff Big Louis the bartender with the green bullets to make believe..." "Go on, it's thrilling." "It's the end." "The election campaign was a cover for his heroin smuggling." "His what?" "Heroin smuggling!" "Take note that Caron and Cardoni have very strong bonds." "For what reason?" "Because of the transplant." "I don't see." "The eye transplant." "Caron is wearing one of Cardoni's eyes." "An eye?" "Which one?" "Arrest Caron and you'll find the drug when you search his place." "Don't make me laugh Mr Karayan." "Already when you were a squad member you were reproached your hardness but it was not hardness." "You only wanted to have the last word at any price." "And today you put yourself in the same situation." "Come on, lose your airs." "I tell you the truth!" "The truth?" "What truth?" "It's your truth Mr Karayan but in our world only one truth counts." "The real life, the real facts." "Your truth is worth nothing." "You want to arrest Mr Jean Caron?" "Have you become crazy?" "Of course I want to arrest him." "Without me." "Why not arresting our President while you're at it?" "You're a dreamer Mr Karayan." "You should write some poems." "Speaking of poems listen to this." "Mr Jean Caron, the winner of the legislative elections, has just started his mandate in a masterful way by inaugurating a center for handicapped children almost entirely funded by him." "What do you answer to that?" "Isn't it beautiful?" "Come on, don't make that face." "You did what you could and that's just fine." "What exactly do you have against Mr Jean Caron?" "Admit Inspector that you almost believed into my story." "Why?" "Why do you say that?" "What I just told you..." "Heroin hidden in underwater hideouts." "The transplanted eye of a deputy." "And your head beheaded!" "It wasn't true?" "It was to have fun at my expense?" "Exactly!" "Damn Karayan!" "You must come back in the force!" "We need more funny guys like you! Life spins and the world changes but to the political man the people, naturally suspicious, asks a program and a clear political leadership." "Messiahs, prophets, madmen and poets are blacklisted if not destroyed for lack of discernment as if a program improvised in the moment, day to day, was less false than a fiction spreading on the long term." "To have a program you have to compromise in politics and worldliness but without program you become suspect." "To say that what I offer is an utopia is an evidence that I want to put forward in the hope that the realization of my hopes won't stay back." "I will consider my work as only mine and not that of a party where already several compromises surface in which I don't want to compromise myself." "I propose myself at the sole object of criticism and praise without any party and to see farther without any country, without any borders, without any notion of nationality." "If I have to declare war, it's against war, nationalism, division and work without joy." "My self-criticism leads me to tell you this." "I touched the political game and my hands got dirty." "But I have just been given a new vision that enlightens me on the road to follow." "And the bitterness, the sourness, the lust for power that the political game could get me were replaced by a vision of a fun world where the hell that our earth appears to support would be possible to cast aside." "So... work will not be the goal in the life of the new man that I propose to create but rather the well-being and fulfillment of every thing, every being that is born." "The free man, free at last, will work toward the abolition of the slave man, the machine man and bureaucracy." "Hello Mr Jean Caron." "Speak a little quieter please." "To supress tax, borders, currencies, to make available to all and unconditionally all the progress, if we can say, that the science can bring, is, I think, the first duty to perform not by a man or a party" "but by all those who will let themselves to be convinced through the whole wide world that without the liberation of each people there will be not, any more than it has ever been, liberation, not only for the masses, but for the soul of man." "On a material plan I therefore propose to free the poor from poverty and the rich from wealth." "While on the spiritual plane the same frontiers will be abolished." "Is this a program or an utopia?" "I have the courage to tell you that this is an utopia and I ask you to help me make it concrete as no one has ever tried to realize such a program." "Because man is not a computer and I don't want anymore to see him live to get old but to flourish." "Thank you for listening to me." "May you hear me."