The Corsican File (L' enquête corse)

Pink Flamingo to all units. We're 100% operational.

So are we. Have been for 1 hr!

Jupiter to Ramuncho. A-OK?

Ramuncho here. We want Ange Leoni, no one else!

When he shows, we grab him.

They're looking for you on the wrong side of the harbor.

It's a grand turnout, they're all there.

The State Police in the candy truck...

Local cops: Grappa and Balducci, at the Marseille guy's place.

- His food still as lousy? - Worse!

He just opened a new joint, the "Pinocchio".

The "Pinocchio"?

How original!

Even the Security Branch is here!

The Ramunchos in flip-flops and fancy shirts.

They're a disgrace.

Wasting time on disguises!

Pink Flamingo to all units.

Jag coming into the harbor.

Gotcha, strength 5, Captain.

You hear me, boys? A blue Jaguar!

You're all we hear, Balducci!

Calling all agents! A blue Jag. You copy me?

Is that him?

Answer!

Watch this! Go, go, go! That's him!

Stop that!

Freeze! We've got you!

Don't!

It's not Leoni! Who summoned you?

Who told you to move in?

You did!

De Vlaminck, Security Branch!

Which idiot said "Go!"?

Pretty funny, huh?

I'm not leaving this island yet!

THE CORSICAN FILE

Brèche, can you hear me?

I'll e-mail the photos. I repeat.

I'll e-mail the first photos.

Brèche? Did you get them?

Answer me, dammit!

- Yes, sir. They're on my screen. - Fine.

Operation Yellow Dragon is over.

You have another call: A notary.

- I'll put you through to Mr... - No names over the phone.

I've told you before!

Ask what it's about. Over and out.

The espresso machine's jammed.

The Lion's club meet in North Paris.

But on the 17th, I'm in Montluçon?

Absolutely.

That notary's waiting in your office.

Never let anyone wait alone in my office!

It's a fine country mansion 100 miles south of Paris.

Mr. Leoni, the heir to it, lives in Corsica.

Excuse me...

Brèche, rent me a car to go to Montluçon. The train's too slow.

Where were we?

The estate has been valued at 2 million Euros.

If you find Mr. Leoni,

your fee will be 5% of that sum.

5%...

Got any elements? Photos, leads,

- results of previous searches? - Not much.

Except Mr. Leoni is from Rossignoli. A mountain village

above Ajaccio.

- Do you know Corsica? - Not at all.

A pity.

Why?

Corsicans are a touchy and secretive people.

I wish you knew them a bit.

Their behavior codes aren't like ours.

Mr. Dargent,

I handled a tricky case during the recent Buntu-Buntu uprising.

You know the Buntu-Buntu?

Can't say I do.

There I was dodging machetes, so the Corsicans don't scare me.

Why the bulldog logo?

Because I never let go!

Have a nice day.

- Been to Corsica, Brèche? - Was with my hubby.

Say: "I went there..."

I have to find a man who inherited a tidy sum.

We never found a decent salami there.

What's the connection?

"The gem of France", they call it. You Corsican?

Yes.

Are there taxis when we land?

It's not a jungle. We have taxis, too.

Thanks. It's my first visit.

Taxi!

It's locked!

It's locked!

- The trunk... - What about the trunk?

You'll see! This year our team's unbeatable!

Bastia's a team of goats!

Excuse me, sir!

One second.

Where to, sir?

To Rossignoli.

If you say so.

Bastia are bums.

Need a ride uphill?

Wait! I hired a cab, not a minibus!

We're headed for Blood River.

Just trying to lower your cabfare.

Is Rossignoli far?

Just over there.

An hour to do twenty miles?

The road's no bowling alley.

Hope you're not carsick. I just redid the upholstery.

Not at all. My inner ear works fine.

You're in no danger.

I'm a good sailor, I grew up in Brittany.

I don't get it...

It's best to eat something.

No thanks, very kind of you.

It's weird...

Is that Rossignoli, up there?

So they say.

I'd rather do the last lap on foot.

Through the scrub is shorter, but it's a maze.

It's magnificent!

You know the area. I'm looking for Mr. Ange Leoni.

Name mean anything to you?

At the square rock, left and left again.

Past the fork, head for the eucalyptus tree.

Left, right, keep going. You're in Rossignoli.

I have to go on my own?

Sorry, sir. I'm looking for Mr. Leoni's house.

Ange Leoni.

Thanks. Very nice of you.

Thanks.

- An ice-cold Vichy, please. - Got none.

- An Orezza with ice cubes? - I don't know it. What's that?

Ice cubes? Little cubes of frozen water.

The local mineral water?

Fine!

Sure, you're beautiful.

Bet he's a good guard dog, right?

He's picky.

Why spend a fortune on a thoroughbred dog?

Nothing like a nice mongrel! Right, boy?

One,

she's a lady.

Two, she's a Corsican bitch, sir.

Of course, we're in Corsica.

A bitch of the Corsican breed!

What breed is that?

A Corsinù.

A Corsinu...

People fight for them. Litters are booked years ahead.

If you say so.

Do you happen to know Mr. Ange Leoni?

We're only 5th generation here. We don't know everyone.

Yes, of course.

The toilet, please?

Can't a cell phone get through?

Even the bread can't get through, sir.

Things going fine, sir?

Sure, Brèche. All I have to do is tell a guy he won the sweepstakes!

- Nice weather? - Glorious!

I'll call you. Over and out.

A local farmer

won the lottery and went mad.

Slaughtered his herd!

Right.

Right.

Tonight we must end our fratricidal quarrels,

and unite all Corsican nationalist movements!

All represented here

except for those extremist pigs of Corsica Nazionale!

We must adopt a common position on violence.

I've thought it over and I propose:

We condemn violence... but not its perpetrators.

Well spoken!

I like that!

It's good!

Adopted unanimously.

Let's get down to the agenda:

A traitor to his homeland!

I mean, Ange Leoni.

By hijacking money for Corsican nationalism,

he dishonored our cause.

- Precisely! - Quite!

He betrayed his people for personal gain!

Right.

This scumbag deserves an exemplary punishment.

Let's have a vote.

OK. We want the money back!

That's right,

First the money.

Ange? What are you?

Got a slice of salami here?

Birdie, that's my place.

You spoke of me behind my back.

No, we didn't...

What's this procedure?

Right. What's this procedure, Figoli?