So Long, Stooge (Tchao Pantin)

- Hello. - Sir.

Are you broken down?

- How much do you need? - What sir?

Petrol.

It is not... It is not petrol. It is the spark plug, I think.

- Which spark plug is it? - It is a spark plug for mopeds.

For mopeds?

I have no more spark plugs for mopeds.

It does not matter. I will go home on foot. I do not live far from here.

Goodbye sir.

- Hi, Dufour. - Hello Lambert, good night.

- How much? - 100 francs.

Florence, may I have a beer?

What are you waiting for? Do you want some money? Show the "nebro".

- I do not have it with me. - Show it.

I do not have it, wait for me at the bar.

- No, that is not how it works. - Come on, get out.

No. Come, come. Look.

Wait for me at the bar.

Are you okay, Lakhdar?

Oh, leave me alone.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

- Take it easy. What do you want? - I want petrol.

Are you the attendant of the gas station?

- Yes I am. - I have been waiting here for 10 minutes!

I had to run an errand, I have the right. How many liters do you want?

- Full tank. - There, it is not that difficult.

You do not have to wake the whole neighborhood for that.

- Is it "super"? - Yes, it is "super".

It will be fine.

- Who is honking like that? - It is me. - It is him.

Do I no longer have the right to go to the toilet?

Who is the gas station attendant? You or him?

But what does it matter? He is my cousin. You want petrol, right?

- Thanks, cousin. - Can you check the oil?

- May I check the oil? - No, I will do it.

Everything looks fine.

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Thanks. Without you I would have caught a cold.

Yes. I was also hungry but nothing is open anymore.

- How much do I owe you? - 10 francs.

- No. - No, I never drink alcohol.

- Is it your religion that forbids it? - Which religion?

Well, the Arabs never drink alcohol, right?

- But... Arab is not a religion. - Is that so? I thought that.

- Are you not an Arab then? - Not entirely.

Whether you are Arab or Moroccan I do not care.

But... do you not get bored at night, all alone?

I am not alone.

- Do you live nearby? - Yes, a hundred meters away. Not far.

- Do you work next door in the garage? - No, why?

I thought that, because you always change cars.

That is because I swap with friends.

Are you not afraid they will steal your moped? You

leave it like that, it is easy to steal.

But I have a chain with a big lock.

- What do you do in daily life? - I am a handyman.

I work in a bar. I am a barman.

How old are you?

You are not going to question me all night, are you?

I can stop. I have not talked to anyone for 5 years.

May I sit?

- Do you want a chewing gum? - No.

- Do you want to know my age? - I do not care.

I am half Arab on my mother's side, and half Jewish on my father's side.

- How do you know that? - My adoptive father told me.

It is like my real father.

Are they also Arabs, your adoptive parents?

- They are dead. - Are you completely alone?

Almost. I have an uncle who is called Farid Bensoussan.

. The king of couscous. Do you not know him?

- He has at least 20 restaurants. - Why do you not work with him?

I do not want to ask him anything. I just want to become successful.

What do you want to achieve?

Do you want something?

Yes, I want something. And you also want something.

No. I do not want.

What is your name? I have talked with you for 3 hours and I do not know your name.

- Lambert. - "Lambert" what? - Lambert.

- Lambert Lambert. - And you?

Bensoussan. Youssef Bensoussan.

You are quite nice. Do you have a wife? Do you have children?

Boss, how much do I owe you?

- I lend you my moped, if you want. - No. I have the metro, direct.

- You see, I live there. - Ah, we are neighbors.

- 3 cards. - How many cards? - They are theirs.

- One card. - One card is coming.

Carpet.

- Let it come. - It is fine, it is fine.

Will you get my motorbike? Hurry up, I close immediately.

Come on, bottoms up.

- You have the wrong address. - Someone told me that...

It does not matter, it is not correct.

- I have money. - It is not about the money.

- I pay what is needed. - I do not know what you are talking about.

- Now you go out because we are closing. - I have money.

You are going for a walk.

It is happening there! Where the hell were you?

- Did you climb on it? - No, I swear.

- The engine is still warm. - It wasn't me.

Do you think I'm stupid or something? - I don't even have a license for something like that!

Listen, you jerk, watch it, huh!

- It wasn't me, I swear. - Get lost.

What is that? Is that drugs?

- Have you gone crazy? - It's a joint.

It starts with a joint, and we both know how it ends.

Have you gone crazy? What's wrong with you?

Have you seen what you do all night?

Have you seen what you shoot with? Every day?

Everyone has their own shit, man! Everyone their own shit!

Put my motorcycle away and fix it up nicely.

Stop! Calm down now, damn it!

Do you like her?

- I can take you for a ride. - Leave me alone, okay?

Wait a second, wait.

Is it true you're taking me? You're not joking, right?

Lola, where are you going?

Forget it. I'll come back. I'm just going along for a moment.

- They're all whores. - They're women like all the others.

Yes. They're women, they're whores.

The advantage of whores is that you know what to expect.

- My mother wasn't a whore. - How do you know that? - I know.

I have nothing against whores.

Then what do you have against women?

With a whore I tell myself: "Why shouldn't I be able to fall in love?"

- Do you want to become a pimp? - That's not what I meant.

You don't know why or what for they do it.

Why shouldn't I be able to fall in love with a girl like that...

who would want me to get her out of there.

Why don't you meet a girl right away who isn't a whore?

You haven't only slept with whores, have you?

No, of course not... but often. And you, who do you sleep with?

Alone.

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No, I don't accept bread from Arabs.

- Wouldn't you prefer cola? - Yes, but with a lot of rum.

- Continue your story. - I've already said everything.

I have a date with her at "Petit Gibus". I'm not feeling well.

- Is it a bistro? - They're punks at the Republic.

"Punks at the Republic"?

Isn't it rather with your Honda that she has a date?

And the motorcycle, where do you get it from?

It's from Rachid, my boss.

- Do you steal it? - No, I borrow it. - Oh yeah?

- You obviously don't have a license? - I'm a grown man.

Go on foot. You'll see about the motorcycle.

You're driving me crazy, leave me alone.

I forbid you to touch the motorcycle, leave it here.

You're going there on foot, that's my advice.

You forbid me nothing. I do what I want.

Last time you hit me. But who are you to forbid me that?

I tell you one thing: I do what I want!

From now on you don't give me any more advice about

girls. Who are you to forbid me?

Are you crazy? You tell me what to do with girls, you?

Look at me, Lambert. This is the last time you see me.

Hey, is that your date? Look at her date.

- Who is it? - He's the man from the Bastille.

Leave me alone now.

Lola, don't go!

- So shall we go? - I can't.

- But earlier you said... - Now I can't.

I'm with my friends. I can't disappoint them.

Come on, sorry about that.

I don't know. Is tomorrow possible? Tomorrow?

It doesn't work because I'm not free tomorrow. It's stupid, huh?

Tomorrow I'm not free but Tuesday evening I can. If you're still up for it...

- If you can, of course. - Okay, but not here.

Good. So... Tuesday evening at 10:00 PM at the tobacco shop.

The tobacco shop where we met.

Okay. Will you come?

- Good. Bye. - Bye.

Who is that guy?

- Hi. - Hi, Mahmoud.

- What's going on? Do you need me? - Not at all.

Do you need him?

I just stopped by to chat a bit. About

nothing and everything. About Rachid's motorcycle.

What?

Who did this to you? Don't move.

Mahmoud.

His motorcycle? I told you to be careful.

Don't move. I'll take care of you.

- You're a real little mother. - And your punk?

- She's an idiot. - Didn't you see her?

Yes, but she stayed with her friends. I have a date with her Tuesday evening.

You're not going, are you?

Yes I am, she makes me angry.

- With your face? - I don't care.

Please. Come on, go to bed and sleep.

Did you see what they did to my books, those bastards?

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is that your motorcycle? - Well, yeah.

- It's not the same. - Are you still coming?

- Where is your motorcycle then? - In the garage.

They attacked me on the boulevards.

I got away with scratches, see, on the head.

- Are you getting on the back now? - And you bought a new one?

No, the garage lent it to me until mine is repaired.