The French Connection

Merry Christmas!

- What's your name, little boy? - Eric.

Uh-huh. Eric. What do you want for Christmas, Eric?

- Hmm? - Johnny Lightning 500.

- Mm-hmm. Have you been a good little boy? - Yes.

Have you? Good. Do you like Santa Claus?

- Huh? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, now, you like Santa Claus, right?

All right, let's sing a little song. "Jingle Bells."

Right on. Right on.

Get out of here. Get up.

Get up! Hold 'em up.

Don't move.

- Hold it! Freeze! - Jimmy, watch it. He's got a knife.

Cloudy- Cloudy, watch him.

Aaah! Son of a-

Son of a bitch.

- - Hold it, you son of a bitch!

No! No! No!

That's enough. Don't kill him. That's enough!

- Come on. - Get up!

- Come on now. - Give me a break!

- Please. - Holy shit.

- I ain't done nothin', man. - Break your ass!

Come on. Hey.

- Come on. - Get up!

Stop it!

- Let me at him, goddamn you! - Jimmy!

- Fuck you. - Will you stop it?

I'm gonna bust you. Get over here. Come on.

- Jimmy. - Come on, let me-

Let me bust him. I wanna bust him.

- I wanna bust him. - Don't—

- Let me talk to him. Let me talk to him. - Oh, you-

- You got a friend here, buddy. - Just for a minute.

- You got a friend. - Jimmy. You gonna tell us who your man is?

- When's the last time you picked your feet, Willie? - Who's your connection?

- What's his name? - What?

- Answer him! - No! No, man. No. I ain't never-

Is it Joe the barber? Joe the barber, right? That's who it is, isn't it?

- Aw, don't give us any shit. What's Joe's last name? - I don't know, man.

Give him a chance. Just give him a chance.

- Give him a chance. - Man, all I know is he lives on 125th Street-

- Above the barbershop. - What side of the street does he live on, huh?

North or south? North or south, huh?

I don't know what you're talking about, man. I don't know—

I'm asking you what side of the street he lives on!

Hey, shithead, when was the last time you picked your feet, huh?

- Man, what's he talkin' about? - I've got a man in Poughkeepsie wants to talk to you.

You ever been to Poughkeepsie? Huh?

- Have you ever been to Poughkeepsie? - Hey, man, give me a break.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Come on, say it.

Let me hear you say it. Have you ever been to Poughkeepsie?

You've been to Poughkeepsie, haven't you?

- I wanna hear it! Come on! - Yes. Yes, I-

- You've been there, right? - Yeah. Yeah.

You sat on the edge of the bed, didn't you?

You took off your shoes, put your finger in between your toes and picked your feet. Say it!

- Yes. - You put a shiv in my partner. You know what that means?

Goddamn it! All winter long I gotta listen to him gripe about his bowling scores.

Now I'm gonna bust your ass for those three bags...

and I'm gonna nail you for pickin' your feet in Poughkeepsie.

Merci.

- Bonjour. -

Merci, chéri.

13-80, 61. 13-80, 61.

- Who's detective for 13 Victor Six? - Yes, ma'am.

How many fellas?

- Two? ...a family dispute.

- Do you have a description? -

Yes, ma'am.

Ha. Need a little help there, huh?

You dumb guinea.

- How the hell did I know he had a knife? - Never trust a nigger.

- He could have been white. - Never trust anyone.

- You goin' sick? - No.

- Huh? Are you goin' sick? - No!

What do you say we "popeye" down to the Chez and have a couple of drinks?

- I'm beat. I'm gonna go home. - All right. One drink.

- Drink this. - Whip it out.

Now, isn't it a miracle...

that we are the generation...

that's gonna touch that shiny bubble...

with our own two hands?

Whoo!

I make at least two junk connections...

at that far table over there in the corner.

- Right? -

And the guy in the striped shirt and tie combo...

I know him too.

I thought we came here to buy me a drink.

Who is that clown?

He's a policy guy from Queens.

Right.

Dig the creep that's coming to the table now.

It's Jewish Lucky. He don't look the same without numbers across his chest.

That table is definitely wrong.

More.

What about the last of the big-time spenders?

You make him?

No. You?

He's spreadin' it around like the Russians are in Jersey.

Nice.

What do you say we stick around and give him a tail?

Come on. Just for fun.

Give who a tail?

The greaser with the blonde.

What for? You wanna play hide the salami with his old lady?

Yeah.

Miss, uh, can I ask you about those boots there? Uh-

Monica.

- Who in the hell's that? - Who keeps score?

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Kissy devil, isn't he? Look at him. - Yeah.

- Well, they're all cousins. You know that. - Yeah. All right.

- - Yeah, say good-bye. Come on.

What's he got now?

- Hudson Terraplane. That's what he got. - No, no. Uh-uh.

- Easy, easy. - Okay.

Go to work.

Cloudy, lay odds he takes us to Dago town.

We'll take him, Popeye. He's nothin'.

7:00 in the morning.

I don't believe this.

Relax. You're having fun, ain't you?

Man, if that's not a drop...

I'll open up a charge for you at Bloomingdales.

Make it Alexander's. I like the toy department.

He's coming back. Pass him. Make a left.

Alain.

Bonjour.

Enchanté.

Our friend's name is Boca—

Salvatore Boca. B-O-C-A.

They call him Sal. He's a sweetheart.

He was picked up on suspicion of armed robbery. Now, get this.

Three years ago he tries to hold up Tiffany's...

on Fifth Avenue in broad daylight.

He coulda got two and a half to five...

but Tiffany's wouldn't prosecute.

Also, downtown they're pretty sure he pulled off a contract on a guy named DeMarco.