The Strollers (Quai de Grenelle)

QUAY OF GRENELLE

You get quite a bit of money for them from the labs, right?

Poor creatures. - Poor creatures? They're snakes!

Creeping snakes! - They've never hurt anyone.

Like us with our orders, thieves aren't supposed to hurt people...

but we still have to lock them up, that's life.

I agree. There's my bus. - Are you taking it or staying for a neut?

I'll buy a round, but I have to run.

A white wine for me.

Thanks, Jean-Louis! - See you tomorrow, guys.

All day behind the counter. - What a life!

Where's your Jean-Louis? - Looks like he missed the bus.

See you tomorrow. - Tomorrow.

Did you see that?

Just a poor guy.

Fewer problems if I ran him over.

And one less customer!

Did you see that? I almost got hit.

Gisèle's boyfriend. Nice car, right?

Car salesman? - Deals in gold and American cigarettes.

Right, a businessman.

What do we do, darling? - To the movies?

Yes, I think so...

Or we do the usual. - Yeah, let's do that.

A nice dinner at your place, then to bed.

I'm so sleepy.

You can't leave it in the room all night...

They don't make noise. - Gisèle is clever enough for me.

I thought she was your girlfriend.

Hey, you! Do you know what the crosswalk is for?

Think it's funny? I'll show you.

I said, use the crosswalk and laugh!

Who do you think I am? - An officer.

What? Watch your words! - If you're an officer, you're an officer!

Oh yeah? Give me your name and address.

Your big mouth will cost you, friend. - Not if I have no money.

If you refuse to ID yourself, I'll take you in.

Please, officer... - He's sick, look how pale he is!

He must have a liver problem. No shame in that, friend!

Attacking a police officer... - Oh, come on, a joke is a joke.

Come on, darling... - Resisting arrest!

What's happening? - A guy won't get on the bus.

Where won't he go? - To the main police station!

Please officer, we did nothing!

We'll see that at the station.

Are you coming or not? - Why would I? No time!

And the robbers from Saint Charles Bank are still free!

They are the robbers from St. Charles Bank!

The girl just confessed!

Look at his criminal face!

That's him, I recognize him!

What's in the box?

Snakes.

Do not touch.

Snakes! Go ahead, funny guy.

Stubborn! With people like this, it ends badly.

They get crushed... or the guillotine, your choice!

What is that?

Listen, old man, that rattlesnake story is your business.

I just want to know if these people were involved in the St. Charles Bank job.

They seemed to be.

No wonder they escaped us!

And my roast!

We can't risk going home!

Mr. Vincent, I'm not leaving until every snake is gone!

Make yourself at home, ladies. Shall I wrap it up?

This door strip keeps out drafts and snakes!

They can't get under your door. - Give me three meters.

I also have special powders...

For snakes? - Absolutely!

It works on fleas, moths, ants, lice... a snake is no harder!

It's true... "Your money or your life," he said

I am just an old woman, I ran away!

But so did the police! The St. Charles

gangsters won't catch them soon!

But no one watches crosswalks!

If you're hit on a crosswalk, you're right, but you're dead!

Hello, Miss Lami... how are you? - Could be better.

I forgot the wine! Take my key. I'm running to get it.

If you have no brains, better have legs!

Then she said... "We are the St. Charles gangsters!"

I heard very clearly...

the woman with the culprit.

Stated...

that they participated in yesterday's heist...

at St. Charles Bank.

Did you get that? - Yes, Inspector.

Inspector, the firemen caught 17 snakes... they think that's all.

No injuries reported. - Is that all?

No... a Uniprix saleswoman knows the girl.

Which girl? - The culprit's girlfriend.

The witness, Gis le Pourqueux, identified her colleague, Simone Lami.

The culprit is a certain Jean-Louis Lavalade.

A bit too easy! We pick them up, they have nothing to do with the case...

despite the story of that old lady... and we're wasting time.

Still, snakes can't be left on the street! Thank you, madam.

What do you say, clerk? - I don't like talkative witnesses.

My fingers can't follow them. - Please sit down.

So, you recognized the man with the snakes?

Was he one of the bank robbers? - Yes, sir.

He was wearing that leather jacket.

I recognized him immediately, I have sharp eyes!

I was an artillery observer in 1914. What days those were!

Finally something definite! Do you hear that?

Very interesting. - We'll take your statement.

H, are we in a beauty salon here?

I think crosswalks are silly. - They're there to keep order, dear.

If you ask me, they should be underground, for the people.

People below, cars above. - Snakes everywhere!

Don't joke... If they bite someone, I'm in trouble.

Don't exaggerate. - I'm not.

They already wanted to arrest me for nothing... Think!

When I was a child, my father always said:

You'll end up on the gallows!

Who told you that? - My father!

That's your parents for you! - I think so.

Anyway, I don't understand any of it. That's the truth.

I just like my home. If you stayed with me

I would never go out!

Like animals in their den. - Why not? Do you hear them complain?

People are always unhappy... Why be human?

Say, Jean-Louis... - What?

Shouldn't you think of us? And by us, I mean me.

I always think of you. - Then everything's fine.

I smell the forest at your place.

Kiss me.

Police! Open up!

Let's check the guest book.

What are you doing? - Not waiting for them here.

But you didn't do anything! - I don't even know anymore.

Where are you going? - To Paris. I have a friend there.

Open up, police! - Coming!

Where is he? - Who? - The guy who went upstairs with you.

I was alone.

What do you say to that? - All the same! Born liars!

So... where is Jean-Louis Lavalade? - Who's that?

What's that? - I had eaten... Is that a crime too?

No, but if you have two dinners a night, you won't keep your figure long.

Get dressed now. - Why are you arresting me?

That's our job, didn't you know?

What did they teach you at school?

What's the point of locking me up?

If you tell us what happened to him,

we'll let you sleep quietly, all alone.

No, I'd have nightmares.

Read the last part of her statement.

"I met Jean-Louis Lavalade at the annual store dance.

I liked his kindness and honesty, and went to bed with him...".

No, darn, "and I gave myself to him," sounds more formal. Keep going.

"And I gave myself to him a week later, on July 14th."

"We got along well. He came

once or twice a week to see me."

"Urticaria 6 tablets"...

Well, that's perfect.

How many girls threw their hats over the mills on July 14th...

They celebrate freedom by making love. - Does that bother you?

Not me! What about my urticaria.

What bothers me is your closed mouth.

Where is he? - I don't know. - Let's say that's the case...

But you should know his fixed address.

I forgot it.

Listen, you stubborn little fool. You love this boy, right?

Why would I sleep with him if I didn't?

For fun. - I hate you!

Shall I delete that? - Put your anger aside.

And leave, I don't need you anymore.

Maybe you hate me... that's nothing

new. We're not popular at home.

But you love your Jean-Louis and you do it your way, wrong. Yes, you!

I doubt you have anything to do with the St. Charles robbery.

If your guy just spoke to an officer

and enchanted snakes, what difference does it make?

But I need to be sure. - I'm telling you!

He must tell me himself, for his own good. Understood?

Go on. Speak.

Speak!

Where did he go?

Ah, Inspector! Glad to see you!

How's the urticaria? - It's healthy.

Have you tried the homeopathic treatment?

I try everything and still scratch.

Meet my wife... Mrs. Lonely Heart of the paper.

Any tips for us, ink-stained fellows?

Just tell me you have love troubles!

If you think I have time And everyone knows an officer has no heart.

Not for your column!

Any news on the St. Charles case? - None.

Well, there's a silly story... Our readers love silly stories!

So stupid it could make you cry... - What do you want to drink?

A coffee... no, a Vittel, safer.

A Vittel.

What an amazing story!

Juicy stuff! - You think? You're easily pleased.

A poor guy, a crazy old lady...

What do you do with the snakes? - Nothing.

But from that nothing I get a sensational article!

Venom on the front page! That's journalism!

Really? Good heavens, already nine o'clock, I must run.

How much was the beer? - Twenty francs.

Well, that was fun. Now I'm itchy.