İlk 200 satır.
DIRTY LIKE AN ANGEL Translation by cucuzel. Resynced by maneax.
What a bunch of idiots!
I'm already 10 minutes late and you're sitting on your asses.
You know what you have to do.
Come on! Move it!
And you, what are you waiting for?
Well...
Let's go see the towel heads.
Let us raise the mileage.
Let's go.
We mustn't forget, because...
We'll tick them off a bit.
- There, on the right? - Yes.
The bistro over there.
- Where we've been before? - Yes.
The detective's here. Hello, detective.
Haven't seen you in a while.
Pastis?
Dunno, ok, a pastis.
- Him? - He's with me, the same.
You know, the pastis is good for your health.
Like you care about my health.
What's up, detective?
I was beginning to worry.
Why won't you see a doctor?
You know this passes.
If I have cancer, I'll keep it.
How can you say that?
Get out of my room.
Get me some ice.
Where's that? In the freezer?
No, it's in the fucking cupboard.
You should've seen this coming. Getting sick like this.
What a shame. You should've been at the party.
We had everything: caviar, champagne, everything.
You should've seen how he spoiled me. Gave me a Mercedes.
You already had one.
It's not the same thing. This one's the latest model. And it's red.
Let him rest.
- I will. - Is the room oK?
I'll stay here for the rest of my life.
I have here everything I wanted as a child.
Had no idea it'd be this good.
- Are you as nice to everyone in here? - I have my moods.
- Let him rest. - I promise.
We're leaving.
Let's go.
What's wrong?
I don't like it in here.
I wanted to talk to you.
You're awful. I'm the one lying here and look at yourself.
You know me.
If they give me 1O years, as long as it was me who screwed up...
...I won't come to you.
If I take a bullet...
...so be it. That'll be the end of me.
I'll take my chances.
Sounds like trouble.
The captain.
With us "pigs" in here, the place sure makes a nice sty.
Theron, this is for you.
From your colleagues.
Careful, it's fragile.
You're nuts.
I didn't say anything.
Busted. We found these at your mistress's house.
Liar!
The detective here's playing dumb.
What about the black woman you were screwing in the other room.
He must have them all.
- You're just jealous! - She couldn't even write her own name.
We got them back one year later.
We're not bad people.
Great.
- Don't you like it? - I do, but...
Get your hands off me.
This guy's crazy.
You can give it to your wife.
You go first.
Don't take it so hard.
How does your wife get on this thing, she lifts her little skirt?
- Where's your hotel? - Vintimille.
- You can drop me off at my cousin's. - I can drop you off before.
No, I want to say hello to your wife.
Look at those girls... pretty.
Get the plates.
No worries, I got them.
I have to see this girl first.
A hooker?
No, seriously.
And your wife? You've been married for four weeks.
There's no problem. There's my wife, and then there are the others.
My wife's sacred.
- Like a pimp. - Not at all.
Why did you get married?
She was a virgin.
You weren't there. I waited for you the other day.
I'm here now and you didn't have to wait.
Good afternoon, detective.
A little something to drink?
No.
We want to be nice.
You always say no.
Just trying to be nice!
You think I can't tell; dressed like this and this jewelry.
You're a pimp.
That's not because of my clothes.
If I ever get proof, I'll bring you down.
For now you're really nice. Give me a drink.
Champagne?
No, I'll have a scotch.
Detective, detective...
The bottle.
Let me pour.
No, no.
Go ahead then.
Let me see.
What are you doing?
Let's go.
I'm coming.
What are you doing here?
I came by to say hello.
Did you find the place of your dreams?
I don't know. But I like it.
I'm waiting for an invitation.
No kidding.
Good evening.
Good evening.
This is nice. A little out of this world.
- What's that? - The TV antenna.
Can't ignore that.
- I like the street. - The street walkers, you mean.
Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess.
How did you become a cop?
Didn't Didier tell you his story?
Yes, but it's not the same for everybody.
When he was a kid he always wanted to be in charge.
Well... not much of a story...
...they gave me a checkup...
...to join the army.
And then...
...I had this newspaper...
...lying around...
...and some friends, I don't know why...
...they read this ad that the Police was hiring...
...and all you had to do was fill a form and submit a medical report...
...and send it in the mail...
we all sent the paperwork.
Some time later, we'd forgotten all about it...
...and eight months later they called me.
So, because I didn't want to go back home...
...or go back to the legion...
The legion is horrible.
Yes.
This is good.
Yes, it is.
Marriage is a risk. You share everything.
Being single is difficult too.
There are highs and lows.
It's not easy...
...sometimes you're better off alone.
You wouldn't believe the skanks out there.
Don't complain, you're the most misogynistic cop in the department.
Well, mom didn't love me enough,
so I have it in for all the women.
It's all in my head.
If you don't fall for this one he has a different excuse coming up.
I believe him.
You bastard, bad-mouthing me like that...
Serves you right.
What do I do now?
What do I do to come across one as pure as snow?
only if you deserve her.
What, you think Didier is better than me?
Yes.
Drive, we can't stay here.
Come on, what's going on now?
Listen, I don't know if we can see each other again.
I have a present for you.
Are you interested in the hotel on Budapest Street?
Weren't you undercover?
I can tell you that...
...we took 22O thousand, not 3O.
The money wasn't clean, you see...
...so they couldn't file a complaint.
Don't you think you're going too far?
There were five of you...
...the fifth one was the snitch.
By the time they find out, it will be too late.
I only ask this of you.
My wife and my son. I don't want them to pay for this.
You didn't need to ask.
I know. But I'm asking.
Listen I know we're not on the same side, you and me...
...even if I'm a cop...
We've been friends for ten years.
If it gets too serious, you can...
Let's go.
You were looking for me?
Looking to whack me?
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