The Cousin (Le Cousin)

It's almost used up.

Won't you buy another?

ENTRANCE 2

They're for T-Bear's kids.

Let's go eat pizza.

I'll take you home.

I'm sick of pizza too.

Let's go have couscous.

Philippe, stop avoiding it.

You have to tell her anyway.

I know…

And I haven't seen my son in four days…

-Evening. -Evening.

Are the kids asleep?

We have to wake up at six.

We can't go anymore.

The fucking judge summoned me.

If it wasn't her, it'd have been something else.

Here's your train ticket. Come if you feel like it.

Look at this, goddammit!

She's charging me! I'll go to jail!

Understand?

I don't care.

MY BELOVED SON

OUR COLLEAGUE

OUR FATHER

CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION DEPT.

Claudine?

Did you all cry your eyes out?

-No school today? -I left early.

I'm tired.

The less my kids see me, the better off they are.

Same goes for me.

Cut that out.

Gérard, at least I know I'm useless.

Mom?

You're here, Dad!

How did it go today?

Yeah, no problem.

Are you sure?

Except for math. I don't get it.

All right.

Get your books.

We'll take a look.

Too bad his math test was this morning.

Hi, Fanny.

-Hey, Gérard. -Hi, Francis.

Give me Philippe's stamp back.

-Can I keep it? -Come sign for it.

Hey guys.

And gals!

Pardon me.

The judge is sorry about Philippe, but she won't let up.

She summoned you next Thursday as squad leader.

Finish with this once and for all.

She's sorry, but Philippe's death

wasn't enough.

Wasn't today the day of his summons?

Yes.

Let's go, Francis.

And get her more worked up?

We have to go. For Philippe's sake.

Excuse me.

It's today,

right now, that Philippe Maurin…

… was summoned for a hearing.

You came instead so I'd feel guilty about his death.

I understand.

I really do, believe me.

But do people commit suicide over a summons?

Especially when they're innocent?

You know full well what I'm after.

The same old thing: T-Bear's real name and address.

He's implicated as a dealer in many of my cases.

None of us knows.

How dumb do I look?

At least Philippe Maurin

admitted that T-Bear was your squad's main informer.

Your "cousin" as you say.

But good cops don't rat on their rats.

So good cops protect criminals.

Isn't that so?

No, Your Honor. We'd rat on him, but Philippe dealt with T-Bear alone.

Only he knew who he was and where he lives.

Now that Philippe's dead…

Be very careful.

I warned him, now I'll warn you:

protect T-Bear and I'll slap you all with aiding and abetting.

I'll be interrogating you on Thursday.

Not me. You summoned the squad leader.

That's him.

Shit!

Great fucking system!

You know to knock.

Are you alone?

No, I'm with Chirac and his wife.

It's just Gérard.

Hi, Nathalie.

Ever ready!

Relying on a bucket, what a life!

Give Gérard a kiss.

Hi there, Émilie.

Hi, Soraya.

Set another place.

-Presents! -Great!

This is yours.

How did you know we wanted them?

-Philippe bought them. -We'll make him a drawing.

You have his new address?

Gérard will send it.

What's this?

It's mine.

Sit back down.

Finish your yogurts.

How's school?

I put them in Catholic school. Forget public school.

No veils allowed?

I don't give a fuck about veils!

Public school is dangerous now. Dealers all over!

They're better off with priests.

But it costs a bundle. I'm working overtime.

Don't go overboard.

Nathalie…

It's bedtime.

Goodnight, Soraya.

Thanks, Gérard.

I can't get over it. Philippe was such a happy guy!

It's that wife. I told him to dump her.

Did he mention his summons?

That wasn't it.

He didn't care.

The judge is bluffing.

She's not, T-Bear.

She'll go all the way.

What a load of crap!

Now that Philippe's dead…

Hear about the hold-ups?

Sort of.

Not interested? Others will be.

What do you know?

Saturday. Two guys.

I don't know where,

but they're coming here before they hit.

Saturday? How do you know?

I'm selling them the gun.

No way.

Like this, they have to stop by

before they hit.

No ammo, then.

Obviously.

I have to go.

My clients don't wait.

Same old small-time crap, what a life!

If you're late, the competition moves in.

Same old pouch.

You got a better idea?

"Officer, it's not mine!"

"I was taking it to the police. I'm clean!"

Off to work!

Mrs. Ducreux!

Titine! How's my little Titine?

Did your wife tell you about my pension next week?

Thursday! I'll go with you to get it.

Thank you. Good night!

Good night, ma'am.

-I'll call about the hold-ups. -Call late. I'm not sure yet.

Really?

Philippe was never wishy-washy.

He was some guy!

MY SEMIFINALS ARE SATURDAY AT 2 P.M. 30.

Shit!

Lastly,

They hit a gas station at 9 p.m.

They shot and wounded the attendant.

Eleven armed robberies in two months. Not bad. Look.

You already got me in trouble

with the judge.

With no drugs involved, she'll never know.

No one will know our source.

Philippe tipped me off.

-T-Bear confirmed it. -Who?

Never heard of him.

Now that Philippe's dead,

does anyone here know T-Bear?

I do.

He's my cousin now.

You should see Soraya dance now. She's a natural!

More expenses!

You break my heart. I got money to burn!

Did Philippe tell you? I get welfare now.

Come on, come on.

Hold your horses!

One of them just arrived. I'm cutting off.

You're so goddamn paranoid! Scared I'll bring the cops?

You owe me for five grams. Five and two makes seven.

I'm talking to you!

Now you owe me 6,000.

Relax. In an hour, we'll have 60,000.

An hour, not tomorrow. Or I'll pay your parents a visit.

Give me that and I'm on my way.