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Why did you take her in?
I'll swap her for my dudes.
René, we can't continue like this.
True, we have to talk.
At 12 at Fernand's, like always?
Do you want to order or wait?
-I told you I'm waiting for François.
Ah, dear François.
Sit down.
Well?
Let's have it.
-I already had lunch.
In a cheaper place?
-I don't want free meals anymore.
At your age, I also had a crisis.
A dip.
I'm still young.
No more crooked stuff.
I want to do honest work.
-Are you leaving us?
No.
When I'll have kids, they should be proud of their dad.
Funny, I'm no longer hungry.
So?
Don't get angry, René, but...
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Why should I be angry?
-It's just...
What is it, damnit?
Out with it.
I'm working on something.
Working on a deal?
-Not what you think.
What are you working on?
The chief's exam.
Oh well.
Not such a bad idea.
With you as chief, we'll make a lot of money.
You don't understand.
You could even send Natasha out on the street.
Natasha's not a whore.
-No, she's a hostess in a whores' bar.
I'll get her out of there.
-Will you buy her a business?
On your chief's salary?
I'm sure there will be a bank that gives you a 100 year credit.
You don't believe in anything.
-The Racing News is my bible.
And the holy trinity is getting numbers 1 to 3 right.
Life's not just about shady deals.
Yeah right.
If you go straight, people will be pointing the finger at you.
You'd be the only straight one in the whole rotten city.
Give me a break.
-There's not an honest guy to be found.
And I can prove it.
See those stairs?
We arrest the first person who comes down those stairs.
Interesting.
After half an hour of interrogation, he'll confess.
Sure.
Confess to what?
-How do I know?
Something.
Police.
I'm taking you in.
Get in.
Listen, this must be a mistake, because...
I knew we'd find you sooner or later.
You didn't make it easy.
-You're mistaken.
We know everything.
-But I'm a banker.
Ah, that comes in handy.
200,000 for 100 years, what's that per month?
I'm Michel Blanchard.
-There!
People know me here.
-You're mainly known in our files.
No!
Come on.
Out with it.
-What do you want me to say?
Everything.
-Everything what?
Everything we already know.
But in your own words.
I'm Michel Blanchard, banker.
I run the BNC branch in the Rue Lamarck.
How many lawyers do you want?
-What?
Even with three top lawyers, it looks bad for you.
It's over, buddy.
-He's not a bad guy.
But he thinks that everybody's a murderer.
François.
Leave us alone.
-Oh no!
I'll make him talk.