Script of the American Class

The Script of the Flim

(Blue Screen, the voice of George reads the text)
Attention, this flim is not a flim on the cyclimse, thank you for your comprehension.

(Dissolve on a chart)
Another voice off: Between Australia and South America, in the ocean South Pacific, the atoll of Pom Pom Galli.

(a boat)
(the cabin of George)
V12: V12 calls the captain George Abitbol! V12 calls the captain George Abitbol! Somebody asks you on the bridge.
George: Who?
V12: Called a Jose.
George: Ok, I arrive V12.

(On the bridge)
Jose: Ah, here is finally the king of the class, the man too well sappé: Abitbol! Then like that, to you were elected the man more class of the world. Let me laugh, style the large cowboy of sea-beds, kind which makes dream the housewives. Except that me I kiss them the housewives. Not? It is not true?
George: Listen to well to me my p' tit Jose. You kiss the housewives, well, you must have the bottom which shines. But it is not that which one calls the class. I say to you that in the capacity as man more class of the world.
Jose: Hey, I stop you immediately. The class, it is to be smart in its manner of getting dressed. Nothing of such as outward journey at Azédin Ahlahïa or to even buy under-sweaters, at Ioji Yamamoto.
George: Excuses me to tell you that my poor Jose, but you confuses a little all. You make an amalgam between the coquetery and the class. You are insane, you expenditure all your money in the clothes and accessories of modes, but you are ridiculous. Lastly, if that plait you, it is you who carries them. But me if you want my opinion, that made "has been a little".
Jose: Oh the cow! Me? I have the air Has been! I have some for more than one bar of clothes on me, then will make you put!
George: You are really not very sympathetic. But the train of your insults runs on the rail of my indifference. I prefer to leave rather than to hear that, rather than to be deaf.
Jose: Well! Consider how one is friendlier! Abitbol...

(During a storm, George is with Isabelle)
George: Hold looks at! the English unloaded. One will be obliged to pass by behind. You know, by this long very dark tunnel which does not smell very good.
Isabelle: Oh George, which poëte you make, you surprise me. One never spoke to me like that. I knew men, but never like you.
George: Do Hey, you know with whom you speak there?
Isabelle: Yes!

PAF! (a flash)

George: Let us shelter, that will not delay with péter.
Isabelle: And still, it is nothing.
George: Ahh cheer. Good pushes, lets me to you pass.

(On the bridge)
George: Good V12, it is what this brothel then?
V12: Ben this brothel, it is that it is raining cats and dogs!
George: Ah cheer, thank you for the information, fortunately which you are there.
V12: But owner...
George: What ' Patron'? You want that I say to everyone that your true name it is not V12, it is Sparerib of pork Salt Pepper? Good I will seek terry towels with printed papers form above. Ah that there... not... That there... ah that there, that goes.
(It makes the turn of the boat)
George: Ca it is good, it is sponged... Ca it is good, it is repaired... Ca, that rolls... Oh whore and that! Is not necessary to leave that like that the children!
(a flash, a chechmate falls and crushes George)
George: Ohh ah...
Isabelle: George!... George... Oh my George god!... ahhh... oh...
George: Ah, world of shit.
Isabelle: Oh George...

(Credits)

(Dave listens to the radio in its car)
Radio: And then, I point out the principal information of this edition to you: the sudden disappearance of George Abitbol who for more than fifteen years had carried officially the title of the man more class of the world. America has just lost one of its more prestigious ambassadors. And now, a little bit of music with Alain Souchon.
Dave: Oh not, not him!
(It rolls like degenerate)
Dave: Ah! (and types on its wheel)
(It reverses a majorette)
Dave: Bitch.

(Office)
Dave: Hello can owner, I enter?
Owner: Ah Dave, you tombs well, enters. One prepares a file on George Abitbol. You will put yourself on the blow but you will not be all alone. You will be with Peter and Steven.
Dave: Peter and Steven... I like them. But why I cannot only work?
Owner: Because are too bad for you.
Dave: Ah, Ben there owner, you convinced me, it is a good reason. I will work with Peter and Steven.
Owner: Ben then?
Dave: Ben ok, I go there.
(Dave leaves the part, Peter and Steven is already there)
Steven: This charlot? I did not know that there still existed.
Owner: Ben will be necessary accustom you to it because he will work with you on this file. It is an idea of our friend Callaghan, a brilliant idea.
Callaghan: Ah stop your conneries owner. It is my son, my little boy, pfff... I do not know why, it stuck to me. Then, I help it.
Steven: Perhaps what it had anybody other with which to stick, but what one speaks there?
Owner: Ben I will say you what one speaks. Where be to you with the nécro of George Abitbol? You work a little? Humm?
Steven: One has just started to it, but there is already some p' tites ideas.
Peter: One will question heaps of people. All those which liked it, which hated it, short all those which approached it and which one known. Ca makes already job.
Owner: What of other?
Peter: And then, it is not all!
Steven: Yes, it was thought that one should explain his last words.
Owner: ' World of Merde' You are right.
Peter: Ouaih, one shit about it to find it you idea. One was charette.
Owner: The man more class of the world dies, and its last words it is "world of shit". Why he said that? It is what I want to know!
Steven: Thank you, it is not easy to find.
Owner: It is surely a name, if it is a woman, I want to know which woman. If it is a horse, I want to know in what a race!
Peter: Us, it was thought that that could be a traineau.

(Dissolve: Orson Welles in the park of a splendid castle)
Orson : Hello, it is me Orson Welles. This is my house which you see behind there. Not badly not? They is French. I allow myself to stop this flim because one an insane little my mouth. It is flight and plagiarism. I do not love too the robbers and wire of whore. In this flim, the hero dies at the beginning and on the journalists decide to inquire into its last words... as in Citizen Kane. I call that of plagiarism. The journalists will interview people on the hero. You will see that testimonys, that will be flashback. I see it too much arrived.
SIDE! (It is made drawn top)
Orson : Ah... rosebud!
SPLASH (it falls into the ditches)

(Office)
Owner: Good, and besides that?
Steven: Ben, besides one is wedged a little, one does not have the shade of a track.
Owner: You know that it lived in Texas half of its life. Is necessary to seek by there.
Steven: "Is necessary to seek by there", "is necessary to seek by there", you are inflated, "is necessary for you to seek by there".
Callaghan: Cheer, which enthusiasm.
Owner: But of the fact, I think of it: Callaghan, it should be able to help you since time that it is paid there with nothing foutre. As much as it serf with something, this large pig.
Callaghan: I am perhaps paid with nothing foutre, but my pipes, I keep them for my son.
Everyone: Ah, eh oh shame!...
Callaghan: But include/understand to me my friends, it is my son my battle, it is the fruit of my entrails what. I had a name, an address, Ben I gave him.
Everyone: Oh the heavy one.
Callaghan: It would be said that that you emmerde, I am mistaken?

(At Hugues. The good master key)
A voice: Bitch.
The maid: (A dave which arrives a paper at the hand) It is you who treated me of bitch?
Dave: But not.
Good: You know, it is not trés pleasant.
Dave: Hello, I come to see a certain Mr Hugues.
Guy: Is Hey, it what that? (While trying to take paper)
Dave: Oh get stuffed!
Guy: You say that I will be made foutre? Ok, I go there. (It leaves)
Dave: Pff what a idiot!
Hugues: Hello do Sir, you seek something?
Dave: Oh, you must undoubtedly be Mr Hugues, I have a letter with you show.
Hugues: Ummmff Before showing it to me, I would like you put a question. With which have I the honor?
Dave: Dave, I am the son of Mr Callaghan.
Hugues: Show me your paper there, You make an investigation into George Abitboll, the man more class of the world.
Dave: Yes, you it knew you, hein? Humm?
Hugues: Ummmfff you know George, I knew it at the time of Texas. He is still a cowboy. At the time I was myself cowboy. I lived with Jacques, a good buddy... ummfff Y had anything sexual between us. I that because I was often made treat of pedal, of bitch says to you. (Flashback: Hugues and Jacques in a ranch) And it is easy to treat people of Pd all that because two boys live together in a ranch and carry leather trousers. In short a day, a rider arrived à.fond the balloons with a letter.
Rider: Hey Pd, has a letter for you there. Hold, good flock!
Jacques: Pov idiot goes!
Cow: Meuh meuh!
(a large silence)
Dave: Good, what in this letter had there?
Hugues: I know anything of it, it is not me which read it, it is Jacques.
Dave: Good Ben tell me things that you know, not nothing.
Hugues: Ok ok of calms. I do not know what had there in the letter. But afterwards, one left to horse towards the town of George.

(A horse, in the plain)
Jacques: Ah I have some enough. Ah I swear you, the voyages to horse that tires me.
Hugues: What have you?
Jacques: I have that I start to have some really enough of the voyages. I dream of a good bath in good a aubeeeerge. Ah I swear you, I have water melons.
(At the restaurant)
Jacques: Yep, Yep, Yep!
Hugues: What takes to you with saying ' Yep' like that?
Jacques: Bah, it is for saying ' Yep'!
Hugues: Ah, it is not banal that.
Mrs. Félipé: Heat in front of, and here is the chef's speciality!
Jacques: Perfect, that has the super air good.
Hugues: Good, now that one is there, you go can be to say to me why one came? You receive a mysterious letter and one arrives while running. I will like to know which had there inside.
Jacques: It is a long epistolary letter of my friend Dino who calls me with the rescue to ask me of the assistance for George who is badly.
Hugues: That is this that can to you foutre, which it is well or badly this tacheron. In any way, I ever could frame it.
George: Thank you for me appeller tacheron, that always given pleasure to hear. Especially on behalf of two do Pd You know what you eat there? It is steack with pellets between the toes. Does Ca have good taste?
Jacques: It is trés pleasant Sir, I thank you...
George: And the sauce, it is dried snot.
A guy: And you, you make shit, you will finish by the dégouter.
George: Interfere your business you. You know very well that Mrs Félipé, the owner, cuts pieces of tits to make ravioles of them.
Hugues: Ah, it east déguelasse, shit!
Jacques: Wait, it is supposed being the man more class. He undoubtedly will present his excuses to us.
George: You know, your excuses, you can stick them to the bottom. Just like your beafteck, except that the beefteack, that are used for nothing, the owner already made, it spit desssus.
The guy: Ah not, not spit. The owner, it does not spit in the dishes.
George: Let us go old, even in the large restaurants one spits in the dishes. Then in this slum, I do not see why they would be bored to death. Ah, I let to you eat, good appetite.
Hugues: And Ben, I knew a guy of right-hand side once, it had ten times more class.
George: Ah, still a thing, I advise you to avoid chocolate mousse of the owner.

(Return, Hugues)
Dave: And what it passed aprés? Breathe well...
Hugues: Ummpffffff.. Aprés, all that I know, it is that I had an accident, I was bléssé. Then I awoke amnesic and I was able more to remember me nothing.
Dave: You have other things to tell me, on George?
Hugues: I refuse to eat ravioles! But on the other hand I can speak Mrs Félipé to you: she was made remake the tits she. And I know what I speak!

(Flashback: Hugues is with horse and crosses Indians.)
Dave: And George in all that?
Hugues: Ben precisely, once, I was at the bilingual Indians.
Indians: Hugues Hello!
Hugues: Hello!
Indians: Hello Hugues, Hugues hello!
Hugues: Hello the guy, I am glad to see you. As I passed by here, I thought of stopping me a little... unless you want that I leave?
Indian Chief: You can remain, not problem! I am even content that you would have come on our premises. I will like well that you remainders: one will eat chips! Hear you? Chips! They is very which that does to you when I say to you that one will eat chips?? But what arrive to you? Why you say anything? You make the mug or what?
Hugues: You point out George to me, politically.
Indian Chief: George? But what do I have to see with George? Nothing in fact, because if one reflects well, me I am a true democrat, George is a fascist of shit! a fascist of shit!!
Hugues: It is exact, as much for me.

(Return, always Huhue)
Dave: Oh, and what it arrived to him to this Indian chief?
Hugues: Aprés, it made retributive in the city, but today, it finished bragging. It was found assassinated one day. It died about it!
Dave: Pfff ahahha. Say me, the number of your friend Jacques, it is well that which is noted there?
Hugues: Yes.
Dave: I will give it to my colleagues, it is necessary that it is questioned. Hello Peter, a paper, I take will give you the number of a certain Jacques, he would have to be questioned.
Then they is the 19 94 0 18 13 24 32 49 26 24 40 4 16 70933 16-4 Euh...
Peter: Ben, 16-4, that made twelve.
Dave: Attention, has a trap there there.
Peter: Good, thank you, it is called. Bye.
(It hangs up again)
Dave: Good, one remembers later.

(At the office)
Steven: (With the telephone) Hello, you are well at Steven, but I am not there. You can leave me a message aprés the sound beep. Thank you, to aurevoir.
Peter: I have just received a telephone call of Dave, hold it is the number of Jacques.
Steven: Humm, Humm. Hold looks at, that it is the number of Jacques, I found it with the files. The number that it spun you Dave, it is connery. It really starts to make me shit Dave.
Peter: Me which makes me shit, they is the poor special effects. I support more.
Steven: Oh Ben there, I find you a little hard, one would believe to hear a pro of the special effects.
Peter: Oh Ben me, when you want. , you hold know the effect special of the bell? Dring, hold, Dring dring-dring, hold, and dring dring...
Steven: It is super impressive, you do it well.
Peter: ... and aprés, I makes you dring and then dring, and then even still dring oh whore I am burst.
Steven: Do not irritate you whore.
Peter: Still go the last dring, now calls you Jacques, hein!
HINNNNNNNNN
Steven: Hello Mr Jacques?
Jacques: Absolutely.
Steven: Hello, I call you, because I inquire into George Abitbol, and I will like much to collect your testimony. (in Peter) It is good!
Jacques: Listen, do not see there no unwillingness of my share, but I make a point of saying to you that I do not have much time. Then for George Abitbol I want to make an effort well, but one should not take to me for good pear.
Steven: I thank you, you are very nice. Do Euh, attention, I have quite known as nice, I do not have known as homosexual, hein? I have known as nice because in the testimony of Hugues, it is noted that you left in the town of George while having received a simple letter just. What happenhappen does exactly?
Jacques: Absolutely, I think that you refer to this missive that we accepted one day, Hugues and me. That seemed urgent to believe the haste of the rider of the Pony Express train. Indeed, the shipper had taken care to write with the back of the envelope: press the step factor, because the friendship do not wait. The letter came from a friend, Dino, which required of me to come to him to assistance. In short, in a word as in hundred, we got under way promptly.

(Flashback: With horse, always in the plain)
Hugues: Ah I have some enough.
Jacques: You us tirednesses, what still has there? You do not stop complaining.
Hugues: I am hungry.
Jacques: Listen to well to me Hugues my friend, more than a few kilometers and soon we will be in good a aubeeeerge. Humm, which disorder celebrates.

(In good the aubeeerge)
Hugues: Yep yep

(Return to the office)
Steven: I stops you, excuse me, but this episode us was already told by Hugues. Can be could you speak to us about what arrived to you aprés this meal, in good the aubeeerge, hein?
Jacques: Absolutely, aprés to lunch, it was time that I put ourselves at the work, I went to see my friend Dino.

(Flashback: at dino)
Jacques: Ohhh Ben Dino, my poor friend, that does not seem to go well extremely. Why you put yourselves in this deplorable state? You who write of so beautiful letters.
Dino: Ca goes any more, I want more to drink nor to eat, I want more to comb me. I am limiting nervous station-wagon down. Oh and then shit, I want even more to wash me.
Jacques: You will not say to me that it is because of George nevertheless?
Dino: George? You cannot know, it became unbearable.
Jacques: It is not a reason for more washing you the cheeks. You are sick or what? Is necessary to stop!
Dino: That I stop, they is the pin' S old. Ca makes me more marrer.
Jacques: Oh but me, you say know that you have the pitiful air. Because to stop your collec'... that annoy you if I look at your pin' S there? Sheraf... Sheraf, do not know. Because me as, I can praise myself of my collec' me, that made one moment as I have it and it is not a Pd except collec' that that there, I do not know. Sheraf: unknown with the battalion.
Dino: Sheraf... You do not know Sheraf? It is a group they were number one.
Jacques: It is not a reason for you let go and resemble a larva.
Dino: Look at my hands, filth, looks at! Am me to screw the hands me with this filth of collec' of pin' S to the idiot.
Jacques: Good, euh me I go there, thank you for the pin' S. And you do not worry, all will arrange yourselves. And like one says on our premises: lehaïm.
Dino: Lehaïm!

(Jacques with horse in the city)
Jacques: Good evening!
George: Pd!
Jacques: Oh, it is not banal.

(Hugues and Jacques lie down in a hotel room)
Hugues: Ca starts to be weighing this Pd history, everyone is baited on us, whereas one is not even Pd.
Jacques: Yes, I know. Do not worry you I will see it tomorrow dice George.
Hugues: Go good night, sleep well.

(the next morning, Jacques will see George)
A cock: Cocoricooo
Jacques: George, it is necessary that I speak to you. I know very well that under pretext that I am nice, people often take to me for a truffon. Maybe, I take my party of it. Do not prevent, I believe that one spoke. Obviously, you are not well, let me help you.
George: Break Jacques!
Jacques: Do Oh that but you refuse the dialogue?
George: Exactly I do not want that one speaks, I want that you free the city. And have you intêret to break before 9 a.m..
Jacques: But George, reassure me: you would not be a little taking to me for an idiot desfois?
George: So completely even.
Jacques: Ah?
George: And breaks maintaining.
Jacques: George, you disappoint me, I expected more broadmindedness of your share. I you will help in spite of you.

(Jacques lunches with the whores, it is almost 9H)
Pute1: To remain downtown in spite of the threats, I drolement find that courageous on behalf of Pd like you.
Jacques: Hey, good it is finished yes, that, it is a rumour, I ever was homosexual, and even less pederast.
Pute2: It is insane which you have such an amount of complex.
Pute3: Go known as it that you are Pd!
Pute4: , you acknowledge are in the train of choper shame.
Jacques: And when well even I am homo, I do not see what that changes.
Pute5: In string you must be good.
(George and its friend encircle the house of Jacques)
George: Either pret, it is soon the hour... Cigarette?
Jacques: Good trés well, I all will say to you since... SIDE!! Oh, it is 9 hours!
Whores: Ohlala 9 hours!!

SIDE SIDE SIDE!!!

Jacques: He is already 9 hours, there?
George: On my face clock radio did not mark there.
Jacques: Besides that, you have the class!
George: You will see the class... oh whore of Zen, Nar deen..
Hugues: Where does that carry out us the madness of the men? One run straight to our loss.
The p' old tit: Hey owner, I found dynamite!
George: Ca gives me an idea.
Jacques: Hey the dead loss, does not have there that me which am Pd, another has there: it is called Geooorge.
George: It is that, causes cause... Salop!
Jacques: And you, sal parasite, breakage you!
The p' old tit: Ca, it will pay it!
George: Ouaih.

(the p' old tit launches a stick of dynamite that George explodes in full flight)
BANG!

(Return to the office)
Peter: He was to be nervous George to be irritated like that.
Jacques: You want that I tell you the end of the history?
Steven: Yes please Mister. I imagine that you have appeller the police force, êtiez you in your right aprés all.
Jacques: At all, we regulated this history between men.
Steven: Good Ah?
Jacques: Absolutely. See, Hugues was seriously wounded. George came to excuse himself immediately.
Steven: George? To excuse itself? Immediately?
Jacques: Absolutely.
Steven: What a class!
Jacques: Absolutely.

(Flashback: George with the bedside of Hugues)
George: Hugues, I knew that were wounded to you, I came to excuse me.
Hugues: He was necessary to think of it front, instead of coming to cry in my room.
George: Ouaih it is true, it is poor, it is all me that. But I hoped all the same to please to you.
Hugues: My greater pleasure would be than you calm yourself, large badger!
George: And yes... I am irritated.

(Return to the buro)
Steven: Ah forgiveness, if I summarize your history: George had only to make you a mea culpa. known as, you are drolement nice you.
Jacques: Stop saying that. I am not nice. It is not true, when I am irritated, I put itself in states nutcases, I am unrecognizable.
Steven: Ok, excuse me. I can ask you a last question?
Jacques: Absolutely.
Steven: Here, of what you think if I says to you: "world of shit"?
Jacques: Goodbye.

(A the cafétaria)
Peter: Why chose you to do to this job you there?
Steven: Ben if I make journalist, it is cavity to be famous. Me I want to be known, you know why? For nicker gonzesses. When are famous for you, you nickes full with gonzesses. And then as you puff out tricks much better as here.
Peter: Me for the gonzesses, I agree super with you. But for puffs out, I do not see that you want to say. Would have you desire for eating what exactly?
Steven: Ben I do not know, for example, a Lorraine quiche.
Peter: A ouiche.
Steven: One what?
Peter: A Lorraine ouiche is said.
Steven: Be sure for you? Ca makes odd ouiche Lorraine.

(In car)
Peter: Good, one goes where there?
Steven: Ben, one will see Dino, the guy who wrote the letter with Jacques.
Peter: Eh attention, but what a jerks these pedestrians!
Steven: Ouaih.
Peter: What did you say there?
Steven: Hein? Oh nothing nothing, of the conneries, drops.
Peter: I know you, but me the mystery épaicit.

(At Dino)
Dino: Dear Sirs, me you allow welcome. Moreover, one should not remain upright, sits, puts at ease.
Peter: Thank you me sior, it is very nice.
Steven: It is a lesson of knowing to live.
Dino: It is natural, but say to me rather that I can make.
Steven: Yes, then here, we are journalists and we would like to know where you knew George...
Peter: George Abitbol.
Steven: Ah yes, George Abitbol.
Dino: Where I knew George? It is an excellent question... With the farm.
The friend of Dino: The farm? Which farm?
Dino: With the farm your mouth you of the idiot, species of cretin! There what do you want, us to take the head? pauv' idiot! Yes I knew it with the farm, one was cow servant boy, one lived with the farm, that has anything astonishing.
The friend of Dino: Thank you, it is very pleasant. Not but it is true, I am made engueuler in front of journalists that one did not even connait. It is class cheer.
Steven: Does Oh that go? one does not make you shit there? Not it is sure, not I dream. Me, you say sent a letter to Jacques it seems to me. It was what this letter?
Dino: And well it is letter, it is really very simple. I had a problem with George, I wrote to my old friend Jacques. But if you want it well, I go all you tell since the beginning. You know, I arrive from Italy, Turin. At the time, I was to support of Juventus.

(Flashback in the desert)
SIDE! (Frankie draws on Dino)
Dino: Ok I arrive, but stops drawing on oim!
Frankie: Mouaih, come here... What you insane with the arms in the air, did I say to you to raise them? Lower your arms! It is me which raises them.
Dino: Ah not, it is with me to raise them.
Frankie: Not, it is with me to raise them, it is me which decides. And then moreover, stops making me just like. Lower the arms and takes your firearm instead of being to copy me there.
Dino: My firearm? With pleasure!
Frankie: In the final analysis, I prefer to keep my firearm, sorry. And I will leave with my horse, old man!
Dino: Y does not have a problem, as you want. I just will prepare it for you.
Frankie: Not I have to change opinion: you take the horse, and you break!
Dino: Ok.
Frankie: Whore, I badly démerdé myself. However I did not make a concession.

Dino: Time passed, I thought never again of not re-examining this type, but one year aprés, our ways crossed once again. I attended a bar then that the owner, certain Bazounga, had intelligement appellé: Orlandoz.

(With the bar of Orlandoz)
Dino: But I recognize you you, I saw already you some share, I am sure that I recognize you.
Frankie: Afflicted, but it is me which recognize you, I saw you the first, you you saw me in second, considering?
Dino: Good, I saw you the second then here.
Frankie: Lost, it is also me which saw you the second.
Dino: Oh, thus say: be super strong for you!
Frankie: But I am not super strong, I am better than that even, I am surpuissant!
Dino: Good, Ben him it goes will take the head to me.
Frankie: Ca makes several times that I cross you, are to you always on my way. You want what?
Dino: But it is perhaps you who is on my way, not me.
Frankie: It is not badly that, the pin' S on the tie.
Dino: It is the class.
Frankie: But with the fact, you? From where you come? Humm?
Dino: Me I am Jewish.
Frankie: Be Jewish for you you?
Dino: Oh yes I am Jewish, and if you want all to know, I am even Jewish Arabic.
Frankie: Arab Jew? Humm. I prefer the sépharates you know. With my opinion, Jew and Arabic, it is odd. Me I do not love odd people.
Dino: Oh shit, I cannot frame the Nazis, but drops.
Frankie: Specify your thought.
Dino: To be completely exact...
Frankie: Mouaih?
Dino: ... I think that are to you a ouf you! a sick ouf. Moreover, it is racism.
Frankie: Ca it is your opinion personnel, which I am racist. If you want my opinion, a racist has so there here, it is ILO!
Dino: In any event, that is used for nothing to discuss with you, always have you reason.
Frankie: If that is used for to discuss! It is you who is right always.

(Another bar: Jacques arrives)
Jacques: What do I learn Franckie? Species of dishonest person! There appears that have you intolerable remarks, where is no tolerance. You thus do not know that is not well to be racist? What it is badly? One should not make racial discrimination, it is badly! To judge people on their religion, it is badly, on their color of their skin, their social origin or on their nationality, it is badly.
Frankie: Ok, since I see that one cannot discuss, one will make a duel.
Crowd: (By leaving place) Oh.. ohhohh...
Jacques: Asshole of your race!
SIDE SIDE!
Frankie: I adore the inoffensive duels. And now breakage you! And the next time, I will occupy myself of you with true balls. And that will heat for your bottom, sal French.
Jacques: Bah, I am not even French, I am American.
Frankie: Not, be French for you, me I am American!

(Return to dino)
Dino: And here, it is for that that I appellé it my old friend Jacques. I do not want to say, but it is a guy who has really full with quality.
Peter: Mouaih me I wonder nevertheless if he were not a little idiot.
Steven: Speak us about the contents of this letter.
Peter: Yes, please, unless it is deprived, and that you have principles.
Dino: But it is deprived and I have principles. But as you are to me sympathetic nerves, I will tell you who had there in the letter.
Steven: Thank you, it is nice with you.
Dino: Y does not have evil, you are to me sympathetic nerves.

(Flashback: Written Dino)
Dino: It was one evening, I had the spleen, the blues.
(It reads the letter) Dino: My dear Jacques, I write to you because I need you. It is George who needs assistance. It does not support any more the life in Texas, not of clim' when the weather is hot. No the telephone, not of tele, not of heating: in short it badly supports not to have a modern life. Ca make it irritable. Yesterday...

(Flashback)
A type: George good evening, I will like to much to speak you.
(George him fout a bread)
George: If you want to speak to me, sends to me a fax!

(Return to Dino which writes)
Dino: A fax, not but of the times, is necessary really that it is badly. And moreover, before it was not like that. With George, I remember, one remained aprés midday whole to remain in our room with chamailler nicely, to tell memories.

(Flashback: George and Dino in their room)
George: You want that I tell you a memory?
Dino: A memory? Oh yes.
George: Does Oh drop, you insane of my mouth?
Dino: Oh not I insane step of your mouth, never of the life.
George: And Ben I will tell you the history of this patient who pointed himself one evening in my hotel room, a whore of rowdy character.

(Flashback: George enters his hotel room)
George: Do good evening, what you make in my room? You have a trick to ask me?
The species of rowdy character: Like me to tend, likes me true!
George: Does Ca want to say what these conneries?
The species of rowdy character: Ca wants to say: like me to tend and likes me true.
George: Me what I see it is that in two seconds, I go you botter the bottom!
The species of rowdy character: Good, ecoute, you can do what you want, but avoids walking on my blue suedine shoes.
George: It is what that?
The species of rowdy character: Is not cruel. For the money, two for the spectacle, and three for stones.

(Return in their room)
George: And here it was my memory, In any case, if it sought for disorder, it came in the good place.

(Return to Dino which writes)
Dino: Here, unhappy today, it is well finished: George is not any more the same man. This is why you must come my dear Jacques.

(Return to Dino with the journalists)
Dino: And here, I think that now, you see the type of problem better that I had with George and why I wrote this letter.

(Dissolve on a flying saucer)
A guy: You can say to me what one does in this flim Bob?
Bob: Yes I will be able, but initially is necessary to suck... Oh Ca goes, I joked, slackens you. There is nothing to make there, that must be an error in the sequence of the flashback. Ca should not last too much.
A guy: Ca has me the air of a brothel.
Bob: Attention, one turns to right... 1 2 3. Restabilisation. Attention, one will plunge... immersion of the spacecraft.

Splash (the spacecraft plunges in the sea)

(At the office)
Peter: P' silvering, I have one of these evil of bide me. Ca it is the hamburger that. I am not able to digest it. Had you reason, one would have to take a Lorraine ouiche.
Steven: Me I am sure that quiche is said. Finally good...
Peter: Me emmerde not with your stories, I say to you that I have badly with the bide. I have the méga runs, whore, the méga runs.
Steven: Ben, excuses me.
Peter: "I" with the bide Excuses badly! You know what it is? Is necessary that I will shit, brothel! Is necessary that I will shit, is necessary that I will shit, rapidos!!

(In the buro of Steven)
Steven: Then one: you installations my book of isometric exercises immediately. Thank you. And two: one could know that you make in my office plait you?
Dave: Nothing, with share which I have just had information which deserves the one. The death of George was not accidental, it was done assassinated.
Steven: And one can know how you know that?
Dave: Ah Ben it is very simple, I had the pipe by named Deep Gorge.
Steven: Ah Ben shit then! Deep throat, but it is incredible that.
Dave: Me maintaining in any event, I advanced the investigation.
Steven: And one can know: does that want to say what that?
Dave: Nothing, with share that you and your Peter buddy, you are a little with the street.
Steven: And but be to you a dead loss! And you believe yourself the best journalist of the world, it is incredible that.
Dave: (By imitating Steven) Better journalist of the incredible world... that.
Steven: Good now stops you... Because I you f' spoke statement that while one speaks, Peter, it has the méga runs, then a little dignity plait you! Ah and then, I wanted to tell you a trick in connection with Deep Gorge: it is my indicator, then touches with your bottom!
Secretary: Excuse to me Messrs, Peter, it makes din in the toilets.
Peter: Ouahou... Steven! You will not believe me, I have more badly with the bide, I am cured. On the other hand, one cannot return any more in the john, has there everywhere!
Steven: Shit, go!
(They run to the elevator)
Steven: Owner! Owner! There is a problem, it is necessary that one speaks to you.
Owner: File George Abitbol?
Steven: Not, of the john, Peter stopped.
Peter: It is not my fault owner, I were sick.
Owner: Ca must be the burgers.

(Peter and Steven sitting at their offices)
Steven: Hello Peter? It is Steven. Then note well what I will say you. You will question certain a Jose.
Peter: To note... to say... to question... Jose.
Steven: On the other hand, it does not support the journalists... they are good there, you notes there?
Peter: Do Ben yes, I note... then?
Steven: Therefore, considering if it knows that are to you a journalist, it will not receive you.
Peter: If it knows... journalist... not...
Steven: What you will do, it is that you will disguise yourself.
Peter: What I will do.... to disguise.
Steven: Very included/understood you?
Peter: Yes, but my telephone it does not work.
Steven: And you will disguise yourself how?
Peter: Ah I do not know yet.
Steven: Have you intêret to find a trick well. Not but I trust you.
Peter: Worry you, I will find a trick well.

(In a street)
Peter: A Restaurant Mexican Food... Zeb! it is not true.

(In the restaurant Mexican Food)
Peter: Buenas noches.
Jose: Hey, but you speak Spanish.
Peter: A pocito.
Jose: Hey! You believe that you impress me? Me I can say: Let us go to the beach messior the fox. Bamos with the plaja, seinor Zorro. Is what you would like to you baffrer Chile idiot edge?
Peter: Not thank you, I... I am balloné a little, there. I am not too well.
Jose: Hummm.
Peter: I am afflicted, hien? Y does not have offence. On the other hand, the next time, with pleasure. Good Chile flesh-colored idiot, usually, I am therefore. But there I make a mode, containing... containing ouiche Lorraine.
Jose: I excuses? at base?
Peter: Containing ouiche Lorraine... they is p' tites tarts.
Jose: And not but for which you take to me? I dream! The cheese dairy in bottom of at home, it sold three things: cheese, Lorraine ouiches and Chinese mouth. Then you guy, with your modes with the idiot, you make me marrer well! Have to you in front of you the specialist in the Lorraine ouiche. The specialist in sparerib of pork salt-pepper. A 23 years I gained the contest of the best Asian cook in their preparing one... lamb barbecue.
Peter: A lamb barbecue? You pipotes not a little you?
Jose: Never I pipote!
Peter: And well since it is that, I speaks about George Abitbol.
Jose: George Abitbol was far from being a pérave. Never it was rait praised as I have just done it on the kitchen: humanly, it had the class. Me I will rather préfèrerai to have his class than to have mine. Me I am a little just'.
Peter: You liked it?
Jose: Yes, oh leave me.
Peter: Hey the sauerkraut, if you want a sausage!

(In car)
Peter: It is too well to disguise itself.
Dave: Mouaih...
Peter: Not not, I assure you.
Steven: Abitbol... George Abitbol... Classify man, signal of pop the! With disappeared, hair with the bottom. With broad of the port of Valparéso. Ah it is beautiful. But all that moves away us from George. Ouapapapadou waa Anguish, distorts anguish. I have more reference mark, for the moment. wadoudadoudou.
Dave: Steven, stop plait you, I ever could frame Michel Legrand.
Steven: Of agreement, agreement, chabouda doudiiii
Peter: I do not like as you lead, I do not know I do not have confidence.
Dave: Keep silent yourself, you prevent me from concentrating me.
Steven: When I am famous, I will be made meufs... I will make madnesses... tableubleubleuaaa
Dave: Steven, stops, it is unbearable for you.
Steven: Hummm HUM HUM HUmm!!!

(At Dave)
Peter: You know in connection with Steven, it is even more hefty man who me with my disguise. It crosses all the country for an interview. But him, it is really put in the skin of the character.
Dave: I find that really courageous to cross basic America in roof... to foot.
Peter: It is of the total journalist.
Dave: Hey, it passes by Alaska this idiot.
Peter: Moreover, to assemble to foot there high. whore, is necessary to be idiot!
Dave: Ben you see me, for example, as much at the beginning I found that idiot to disguise yourself, as much now, you gave me desire. Except that me, one does not go reconnaitre, it is me like that: a truth p' tit chameleon Dave. You do not find that I am muscular lately? You want to see my disguise?
Peter: You know, is necessary to see it carrying. Already heard you speak about Artémus Gordon? I think that you can do much better than a simple shirt.
Dave: Ah, that it is hardly believable. I am a panoply super good, pffaa... A shirt of which I am hyper proud. And here how it is congratulated Dave!
Peter: Excuse me, but there I think of Steven. I think that it has beautiful being with foot, it must surely live extraordinary moments.

(Steven unloads on a port)
Steven: My dear Peter, that is there I am there. Even if my disguise is not yet completely finished: the cap as well as the boots are not appropriate to me that with half. I feel to grow in me the flame which has to animate large the reporters of this century. I think of Albert London, Gunther Valraff, and another Robert Namias!

(In an office)
Frederic: Enter!
Fake fake fake
Peter: Hello Sir, I am a journalist and I make an investigation into death George Abitbol. I know that you lived in Texas, I will want to collect your testimony.
Frederic: Ah, I stop you immediately, it must y have error on the person: I never put the foot at Texas.
Peter: Drop your cinema with me, I know that you êtiez there.
Frederic: Ok it is good. But then it is necessary that I say to you: I do not remember any more large thing. With truth. To tell the truth, I have some memories very confused, of the faces like that, which return to me from time to others. I remember odors especially, of feelings more than of precise anecdotes. More especially as I did not remain a long time in Texas. In fact, I do not see what I will be able to tell you if they are not two or three vague things which hardly have interest for a journalist. Then one: I do not remember it, two: I did not remain a long time and five: y does not have five.
Peter: Trés well, since you do not want to help me, have it up the ass.

(In snow)
Steven: My dear Peter, me here in Alaska, in spite of the cold, a mule impotante, my false beard which scrapes me, I continue to believe in my adventure. I nevertheless have two or three doubts.

(At Dave)
Peter: Ben you see Dave, it starts to resemble something your disguise. Only, with your French head, there really I am not sure. Y has much job before making like Steven, it is the best for him.
Dave: I will metamorphose it my French head. You will see, you will not believe your eyes of them. Moreover, me also I go to Texas, to collect two or three testimonys. Except that me, I am not like Steven, I travels by the plane.

(In snow, Steven is frozen)
Steven: My dear Peter, I lost much time with the blizzard, I believe well that I took cold.

(In Texas)
Dave: Then bumpkins? Who will speak to me about George, who it is which all will say to Dave? Good, you you say anything, it is normal are to you a cross out of wooden, have you that to keep silent itself.
A Young cow: Meuh!
Dave: Ah here is finally somebody who goes can be to say something to me?
A Young cow: Meuuuuuh!
Dave: Don't Ok, you want to speak humm to me? You want that I make speak the powder?

(Flashback)
MEUH MEUH, SIDE! SIDE!

(Return to Texas)
Dave: With my opinion, you take to me for an idiot. You have me the air quite young to have known this time, a young cow like you. Ca feels the pipo your history... the pipo!

(In the desert)
Steven: My dear Peter, here me is in the desert. I have a new friend, it follows me everywhere, but he is a little idiot. You will say to me: he is 5 years old. I only smell myself.

(At Jacqueline)
Peter: Listen, one said it to me that you êtiez been engaged to George.
Jacqueline: Ca it is what it want to do to believe. And it arrived there.
Peter: You are saying to me that it lied? You treat it of liar!
Jacqueline: Oh yes, a liar except pair, but with good of other defects that that there. You know, it was in love with me. But you cannot know what it was heavy and sticking. Of course, today, I regret. With the passing, I think that I will have to perhaps act differently, but it was impossible. Because there was no woman who would have liked of him at that time there. It was too unbalance, too patot, it did not want to release me the key.

(Flashback in a saloon)
George: Hello me injury. Madam, I wanted to say to you: I love you.
Jacqueline: Ah Ben that, one goes the knowledge, you do not stop me to it répêter. You know well that I do not love you George.
George: Yes, I know well.
Jacqueline: Then, what do you want?
George: I like your centres, your loaches.
Jacqueline: The arms me fall from there.
George: You do not find me desirable?
Jacqueline: It is not that George. It is not that you are not desirable, but with the women, you miss tact, approximately.
George: Known as thus your glasses, they are crados.
Jacqueline: And then, I am not your good!
George: Ben prevents only one time that I will have you. blbllblbl
Jacqueline: George! I already said you not to speak while drinking, they are bad for the stomach.
George: Brbllbb, ' scusez to me injury.
prout prout

(Return to Jacqueline)
Jacqueline: Me I think that it did not have more class than of butter to the bottom. I ever included/understood how it had the title. However, I will not like that the man who killed it escapes you.
Peter: Do Eh, oh, Ca go hein? Y does not have fire, one is not at piece-rates.

(In the hut)
Steven: My dear Peter, I touch finally with the goal. That emotions in front of this simple as well wished shack, as of emotion, but as of pride too! Herve Claude, Jean-Claude Narcy, made place, tenors of journalism! I arrive!
Professionel witness: Enter, excavation-shit, I t'en will give me biscuit on George for your cabbage sheet. Ca goes fuse the pewters, the gossip. It is my profession me to testify, my testimonys it is not stew.
Steven: But I am a little surprised, when you have me appellez, you said to me that you had known George well and that you had truths information.
Professionel witness: But is not necessary true information to sell a newspaper. The truth that never interested anybody. Hold, looks at George for example!(Flashback) the truth, it is that while it was pénard to make horse, me I were super far on my boat with fishing. But is necessary to know to return it exciting the truth. Me with fishing, him on its horse. Me with fishing, him it horse. Oh yes, it is good like that.

(At the office)
Peter: Good, one stops the disguises, they are that emerdes. Total journalism, it is completely idiot.
Steven: Go!
(They run to the elevator)
Steven: Owner! Owner, one needs that one speaks to you, quickly!
Owner: You want speak to me about the john, can be?
Steven: Not, one wants you speak about the Abitbol business.
Peter: One wants to drop our disguises. One has some enough.
Owner: As you feel it.

(Meadows of a swimming pool: the méga good dance)
The girl: ahh ahh hum hummm.. But it is the Dave sympathetic nerve which here, it gave its old shirt?
Dave: Is what you want to be my wife? And afterwards, a coffee will be drunk.
The girl: Ca can go... While reflecting there well, I think that our history does not have a chance in a hundred to go. One divorces?
Dave: (while acquiéssant) Hum humm hummm.
The girl: I imagine that I will not have a pension, skinflint!
Ernest: Mister? You can speak with the Canadian accent?
Dave: Ben cavity, has there that to ask. But me, George Abitbol, you say can speak to me about it?
Ernest: Mr Dave...
Dave: How you know my name?
Ernest: I saw the beginning of the flim... You can speak like that by folding face? Ca has the easy air, does it of it is not obvious.
Dave: Speak me about George Abitbol, instead of playing!
Ernest: Do Hey, you think that to work? I bet that you are not even able to speak like that.
Dave: Mouaih, that it is true.
Ernest: Ben is necessary to learn, is not necessary to remain like that!
Dave: One lives very well without knowledge.
(Dave breaks, and one sees the girl dancing)
(Ernest run towards the fan of hélicopter)
Fan of hélicopter: Does hello, that go?
Ernest: Listenings, I have a trick with you suggested, bloody well, super hefty man. One would be both complétements irresponsible, paid by the CIA, with a helicopter.
Fan of hélicopter: A helicopter?
Ernest: A super helicopter, which one intelligement appellé ' supercopter'
Fan of hélicopter: Sold!
(a helicopter is spit under a diverted music of Supercopter)
The woman of the helicopter: ahhh!
The man of the helicopter: Oh idiots!

(In the actor)
Peter: Look at it is him! He is there!
Steven: Who? tomato juice?
Peter: Not, the actor!
The Actor: : humm hummm...
Steven: Me, you say could speak to us about George Abitbol?
The Actor: : humm hummm...
Steven: Try to find a means of telling your history, even without opening the mouth.
Peter: Or, or, or you can the mimer.
Steven: You are a large actor, you should be able to do it, is not this step?
The Actor: : Ok, I go you it mimer... I were with the gathering with mushroom...

(Flashback, in a forest)
The Actor: : But brothel, that should not be the season, it is not possible.
The soldier: Hep! Mister!
The Actor: : Ouaih? what?
The soldier: ...
The Actor: : Speaks there, what you go want?
The soldier: I will ask you a question, if you answer well, I leave you the passage.
The Actor: : Go ahead dispatch, asks you me your question!
The soldier: Signal! Who am I? I am an organizer of France 3, I am disguised in black. Does my emission spend every evening to 18h35, I raise questions with champions... I am? I am?
The Actor: : You are... You are Julien Lepers? It is that?
The soldier: Yes! It is that, I am Julien Lepers!
The Actor: : . crowned Julien well goes!
(It leaves)
The soldier: Hey! your Larousse encyclopaedia!
The Actor: : It is after this episode that I crossed very furtively George Abitbol.
Woman of the Actor: : My darling! We were separated, but what a importance, we are joined together!
The Actor: : You see this man there? He is very known, on the other hand, before that, it was a perfect unknown. It is insane not? What do you think about it?
Woman of the Actor: : I think that it is trés large.
The Actor: : On the other hand front, it was small.
(the man safety)
George: Hop hop hop! And our repetition of musical saw?
The man: Excuse to me maestro, I greeted philosophical friends
(They play...)

(Return to the Actor)
Steven: Thank you for this testimony. Say me, I have a lapse of memory, you can tell me the title of your larger film?
Peter: Or, or, or mimez it to us.
Steven: Yes, test to us mimer the title of your larger film, please.
The Actor: : Humm hummm (it is completely décoiffé by the wind)

(In the street)
Peter: Whore, he is strapping man this actor.
Steven: Thus say, I think of a trick, you bought it where your jacket?
Peter: At the same time as my fûte, in a guy in the Vosges, you do not know.
Steven: Ah ouaih, ouaih... It is true that are Vosgean for you you!
(They go while sifflotant)

(In a restaurant)
Yves: What do I speak to you about George?
Dave: Please, yes.
Yves: What I can tell, it is that me I ever met it George. I know that it was the man more class of the world, but it is all. Me? I am a type which made much for ecology. I assure you, it is true. Hold, if I said to you that y has only I adored more than the long solitary rides, in great virgin spaces. The communion intimates with nature, the extase directions, a graying feeling of freedom: osmosis what!
Dave: Tell me, in connection with George, somebody will have may find it beneficial to want its death? You knew an enemy, or even a rival to him?
Yves: Yes, I intended to speak about a type, a called Joel, it had a friend penguin.

(Flashback: George and a pal are put out of cheek by Joel and his friend penguin)
Joel: Abitbol!
Penguin: Perhaps I have that an arm, but I am not penguin!
George: But naturally.
Joel: In intellectual power, one will see that you are worth.
George: But with pleasure!
Joel: Very well, it is a riddle. What has three arms, only one hat, two shirts and a jacket... a scarf, a gun and four ears?
A type: But it is you and your...
(George him fout a cuff)
George: But no problem, it is the cowboy of Tchernobyle.
Joel: Cheer, it knew it!
George: Goodbye messior injury... It is that, the intellectual power. Bac+2 children. (it is barred)
Joel: (By looking at the sky)Oh that feels the rain that. One will return, and one will invent small a charade, and there, it well feinté ruffle!

(Return to the restaurant)
Yves: I hope that this testimony will make you progress, all the means are good to stop the murderer.
(PAF! in the mouth with Dave, it is made tabasser)
The guy: Listen to to me boy well. The business Abitbol, it is not a business for you. And my owner does not like too the snoopers. Then I will say you a thing: y has mud which is not better to stir up it.

(professor Hamon between under a costume of cosmonaut and speaks to its assistant)
Professor Hamon: uhuh uhuh uhuh uh
Assistant: What is this you say?
(It removes its helmet)
Professor Hamon: Nan, I asked whether one had not received my undershirts out of expanded polystyrene. I do not include/understand, they should have been there.
Assistant: Ask the standard.
Professor Hamon: Ah thank you, one is really smelled helped.
(It calls the standard)
Professor Hamon: Yes the standard? Vous avez rien reçu pour moi?
Standardiste : Vous commencez à faire chier, professeur, vous savez ça? Bon, quittez pas, j'ai un appel pour vous.
Professeur Hamon : Allo, oui? Bonjour. Professeur Hamon.
(Steven au téléphone)
Steven : Professeur, j'enquête sur Georges Abitbol, et je voudrais vous poser deux ou trois questions sur votre père, Joël Hamon. Je pourrais avoir votre témoignage?
Professeur Hamon : C'est bien... Actuellement, j'ai un léger problème de costume. Je crois que mon tailleur se fout de ma gueule, mais ça devrait pas tarder à s'arranger, je n'suis pas inquiet. Euh.. voyons nous chez moi, cet après-midi. Hum? vers cinq heures.
Steven : Ben.... attendez, il faut que je me souvienne de tout... Chez vous, vers 5 heures? Bon je vais essayer de m'en rappeler, hein?
Professeur Hamon : J'espère.
(Il raccroche)

(Chez le professeur, 5h45, Steven va au frigo et prends 2 bières.)
Professeur Hamon : Purée! Ah ah! Ca j'aime! Ah ah ah. Vous arrivez, vous êtes même pas chez vous. Vous vous pointez avec trois quart d'heure de retard. Pas bonjour, pas merci! Vous filez tout droit au frigo, vous prenez la dernière bière! Ah ah... Vous, vous êtes un sacré sans-gène.
Steven : Merci... Bon, arrêtez, vous me gênez et je vais rougir. En réalité, j'aimerais que... que vous me parliez de votre papa, de Joël Hamon. C'est possible?
Professeur Hamon : Bien sûr, c'est possible.
Steven : hum hum.
Professeur Hamon : Je vais vous raconter une histoire pas banale. Une fois, je devais rejoindre mon père Joël dans une carrière, où il travaillait avec des ouvriers.

(Flashback, dans la carrière)
(Un homme est a cheval, à coté de Joël et lève un drapeau rouge)
Ouvrier : Vive la révolution d'octobre! (A Joël) Il parait qu'on a repéré des animaux préhistoriques partouzeurs de droite dans les parrages.
Joël : Comment peux-tu croire à des conneries pareilles?
Professeur Hamon : (voix-off) Juste avant d'arriver au chantier, je m'étais arrêté quelques instants pour faire boire mon cheval.
Cheval : Huuuuuuu
Professeur Hamon : Oww oww oww...
Ouvrier : Regarde! Joël n'y vas pas! Reste ici, Joël!
Joël : Je reviens! Je dois y aller!

(Le professeur se bat avec Georges et les ouvriers, contre le monstre)
(Georges achève le monstre d'une balle)

Ouvriers : Ouais!!!
Georges : Ouf... Eh ben! on l'a bien eu!
Professeur Hamon : Je déteste les animaux préhistoriques partouzeurs de droite, bordel. C'est de la merde! Mélanger comme ça partouze et politique. C'est mieux de faire les choses dans l'ordre!
Georges : Va te faire branler, trotskard!

(Retour chez le professeur)
Professeur Hamon : Voilà. Et mon père, vous allez me demander où il était, pendant que nous, on se battait. Nan?
(Steven réfléchit un instant)
Steven : Dîtes-moi... Votre père, où il était pendant que vous vous battiez?
Professeur Hamon : Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah! Joël? Mais il a fait comme à chaque fois qu'il y avait du grabuge! Joel? Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... Aujourd'hui il est mort. Dieu ait son âme. Bah je peux pas dire de mal, mais pendant que nous on risquait notre vie contre les animaux préhistoriques partouzeurs de droite, lui, comme à son habitude, il allait s'isoler dans la montagne. Personne n'a jamais su ce qu'il faisait, d'ailleurs.

(Flashback, dans la montagne)
Joël : a... a...
Cheval : huuuhuuhuhuuu
Joël : A... A.... a..a..a...arrrrhhhh
Prout
Joël : Ca daube, ça daube!!

(Fin du Flashback)
(Peter entre chez Christelle)
Peter : S'il vous plait. Je peux vous parler, madame?
Christelle : Appelez-moi Christelle. Mon mari est absent. Vous voulez voir mes fesses? Et ensuite je vous roulerai une pelle.
Peter : Merci, madame, Ce serait avec plaisir, mais d'abord, je dois vous questionner.
Christelle : Comme vous voudrez. Mais après, faudra être mignon avec moi. C'est bien. Je sais pourquoi vous êtes là. Vous cherchez quelqu'un qui aurait pu en vouloir à Georges, c'est ça? Georges... Je faisais l'amour avec lui depuis le samedi après-midi, jusqu'au vendredi soir. Ah... à ce moment là, c'était un bon compagnon.

(Flashback, Christelle, Georges, Yves)
Georges : Tu voulais me voir chérie?
Christelle : Oui, je voulais te voir. Je voulais absolument que tu sois là, je tenais à te présenter mon ex.
Georges : Oh... t'es lourde...
Christelle : J'ai très bien entendu.
Georges : Bon, excuse-moi.
Christelle : T'avise pas de recommencer. Yves, je te présente Georges, l'homme le plus classe du monde. Georges, je te présente Yves, mon ex.
Yves : C'est lui, Georges? Et bien bravo. Permets-moi de te demander ce que tu fais avec un mec pareil.
Georges : Bababababababa... j'ai les bonbons qui collent au papier.
Christelle : Mon cher Yves, je vais te dire pourquoi je suis avec Georges. J'aime les hommes qui ont de la classe.
Georges : J'ai envie d'aller aux gogues.
Christelle : Encore que parfois, il arrive que les apparences soient trompeuses.
Yves : Bohhh Christelle, ton mec, je vais lui massacrer la tête. Mais pas tout de suite. Non, pas maintenant. Quand il s'y attendra pas.
Christelle : C'est pas très très courageux.
Yves : J'en ai rien à foutre d'être courageux. Tout ce que je sais, c'est qu'il va payer. Que ce soit demain ou même dans vingt ans, il va mourir. Et il mourra pas de sa belle mort, crois-moi.
Georges : Tu préfères pas qu'on fasse la paix, plutot?
Christelle : C'est tout ce que t'as à dire? Fais quelque chose.
Georges : Qu'est-ce que tu veux que je fasse?
Christelle : Je sais pas, moi. Vas te battre. C'est notre honneur qui est en jeu.
Georges : Si c'est notre honneur, vas y toi, te battre.

(Retour chez Christelle)
Christelle : Georges finit par se lasser de moi. Alors il est parti avec une québecoise. Une belle petite salope.
Peter : A propos de salope, euh.. tout à l'heure, avant que vous commenciez votre histoire, vous m'aviez proposé de... comment dire... de faire le le... euh... j'aimerais bien passer à l'acte sexuel.
Christelle : Oh.... je ne sais pas...
Peter : Ecoutez.
Christelle : Oui oui.
Peter : J'ai plus beaucoup de temps.
Christelle : Moi non plus.
Peter : Alors il faut que vous preniez une décision. Moi je suis à bloc. Dîtes-moi si c'est oui ou si c'est non.
Christelle : C'est non.

(Dave reprend conscience dans un endroit gloque)
(Il téléphone au bureau)
Dave : Allo Steven?
Steven : Bouge pas, Dave. Peter te prend sur l'autre ligne.
Peter : C'est bon.
Dave : Bien. Faisons un point. Je vais voir Yves dans son restaurant, ca se passe plutot mal.
Steven : Quoi? t'es pas mort?
Dave : J'me suis fait avoiné. Je me suis fait cassé la gueule par un mec, une brute, il voulait que je parle, mais j'ai rien dit du tout. J'ai pas dit où en était l'enquête, malgré la douleur.
Peter : Encore heureux que t'as pas dit où en était l'enquête, parce que vu qu'on est au point zéro, si tu l'avais dit, on passait pour des busards.
Steven : Pourquoi il t'envoie son gorille, alors que d'après son témoignage, il est innocent?
Dave : C'est ça, c'est à n'y rien comprendre, même en y réflechissant bien! Un mec que rien ne permet de soupçonner m'aiguille sur Joël, le rival de Georges, puis me fait dérouiller par son homme de main. Pourquoi?
Steven : Oui, pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi?
Peter : Les enfants. Ecoutez. Je crois que j'ai le fin mot de l'histoire. Suivez bien. Georges Abitbol s'est fait assassiné par Yves. Le mobile: une femme, Christelle. "Sexe" + "histoire de cul" = "meurtre".
Steven : Bien joué Peter! L'enquête touche à sa fin! On va devenir célèbres, on va bientôt niquer! On va bientôt niquer!
Dave : *smack* Mettez des capotes.
(Il raccroche)

(Dans le parking)
Steven : (Au loin) Gorge profonde! Gorge profonde? (Plus près) Gorge profonde? Vous avez demandé à me voir? Vous avez des révélations?
Gorge Profonde : (Complètement bourré) Voui... Des révélation d'une importance extrème. "Glorgue" Abitbol est pas crevé. Il est même vivant, ouais!
Steven : Vous êtes ivre, gorge profonde. Vous empestez, vous ne savez plus ce que vous dites. Abitbol est mort!
Gorge Profonde : Pas du tout du tout. Georges est vivant, et il est revenu en ville. C'est moi qui te le dis, p'tit merdeux, va! Georges il est bien vivant! merde... Et il est revenu pour se venger! voilà! Et et et l'assassin de Georges, et ben c'est Yves!
Steven : Ca, on le savait.
Gorge Profonde : Monsieur je sais tout et bien puisque t'es si malin, tu vas te démerder tout seul! Et moi, ma gorge profonde, m'en vais la remplir derechef!
(La voiture de Georges part)
Gorge Profonde : Qu'est-ce que c'est? des voitures dans les parkings, maintenant?

(Georges s'arrête quelque part et rentre dans des toilettes, il croise un type)
Le type : Arrrgl.
Georges : Je te connais pas, j'ai rien contre toi, mais faut que je tape sur quelqu'un. C'est pas de bol pour toi, sinon je garde tout en dedans et c'est pas bon. Alors tiens! Le prends pas mal, mais... Tiens!
Un autre type : (De l'exterieur des toilettes) Mais qu'est-ce que c'est que ce raffut?
Georges : Alors? on peut plus chier tranquille?

(Georges sort des toilettes et croise Gael encadré de 2 policiers)
Gael : Abitbol! Soit disant l'homme le plus classe du monde!
Policier1 : Du calme Gael!
Gael : Quoi, du calme?
Policier2 : Du calme...
Gael : Mais pourquoi tu dis ça?
Georges : Babloche !
Gael : Mais oui, j'suis un bab, bé alors? Ca te défrise, vieux réac'? Parce que j'ai les cheveux long, tu flippes pour ton confort bourgeois? T'as un mauvais karma, frère, si tu supportes pas mes cheveux. Désolé papy, mais j'ai ma liberté d'expression capillaire. Ca te fait chier, hein dis-le, Georges...
(Georges lui donne un coup d'éperon)
Gael : Putain!... Putain, t'es nul!

(Georges arrive dans le bureau du patron)
Secrétaire : Messieurs, Georges Abitbol
Patron : Georges... mais tu es vivant?

(Flashback : le miracle)
Miracle... un miracle! Il marche!

(Retour dans le bureau)
Georges : Bon, on va pas en faire un fromage? Je m'en suis sorti sans problème. C'est pas vrai cette affaire? Qu'est-ce que c'est? Qu'est-ce que c'est ce patakès? Je suis là pour une raison précise, je veux l'adresse de l'homme qui a voulu me tuer.
Callaghan : Yves?
Georges : Ouais.
Patron : OK. J'imagine l'état dans lequel vous devez être. Mais comportez vous en bon américain, Georges. Faites honneur à votre drapeau. Vous devez laisser la justice faire son boulot. Hum...
Callaghan : Ah croyez-nous, on aimerait bien vous aider, seulement on l'a perdue, cette adresse. Alors même, on voudrait vous la donner, qu'on pourrait pas.
Georges : Mais vous me prenez pour une buse? Je suis l'homme le plus classe du monde, bande de cons.
Patron : Du calme, Abitbol.
Georges : Vous méritez même pas que je m'énerve. Je vais me débrouiller sans vous. Merci pour votre aide.
Callaghan : Ah, mais il a vraiment pris la grosse tête.

(Georges reprend sa voiture et va chez Uggy)
Uggy : Alors Georges? Qu'est-ce que tu veux comme tuyau?
Georges : Trouve-moi l'adresse du type, là, qu'a voulu m'assassiner. Ca me fera plaisir.
Uggy : Mais tu sais, je commence à en avoir plein le cul. Ouais, plein le cul. Nan mais c'est vrai. C'est pas une raison parce que je donne à tout le monde des bons tuyaux que je mérite pas un peu d'amour?
Georges : T'as raison Uggy, je t'aime.
Uggy : Ah ouais? C'est pas croyable. Il faut que je m'énerve, que je te fasse mon numéro pour que tu me le dises?
S : Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Tu nous fais ta crise? Ta petite parano? ah ah ah...
Uggy : Eh pour le feu, merci pigeon!
S : Eh! Et toi, ton tuyau t'as qu'à te le mettre dans le cul!
Georges : Uggy, j'ai vraiment besoin de toi. S'il te plait. Donne-moi l'adresse d'Yves.
Uggy : D'accord. Mais seulement pour du fric. Ca te coûtera trente francs.
Georges : Ouais...
Uggy : Payables en deux fois! Quinze francs avant, et quinze francs après.

(Dans les bureaux)
Steven : Allez!
(Peter et Steven courent vers l'ascenseur)
Steven : Patron! Patron! Il faut qu'on vous parle! Vite!
Patron : Vous savez que Georges sort de mon bureau?
Steven : Rien à foutre de ça, y'a plus important.
Peter : Georges Abitbol est vivant. Bien vivant.
Patron : Bien joué, les gars.

(A l'hotel d'Yves)
Georges : Yves? C'est moi, Georges. T'inquiète pas, je ne te ferai rien. Je suis venu pour te faire la paix, pas dans un esprit de vengeance. Je sais que c'est toi qui a essayé de m'assassiner. Je sais aussi que tu t'es jamais remis de l'histoire de Christelle. Mais c'est du passé. Tournons-nous plutot vers l'avenir. Ce que je veux, c'est que tu t'excuses gentiment.
Yves : Ouais, je m'excuse.
Georges : Excuse-toi mieux que ça.
Yves : Ben euh... pardon, j'te prie de m'excuser.
Georges : "Pardon mon doux seigneur."
Yves : Pardon mon doux seigneur.
Georges : Eteinds ta clope.

(Dans les bureaux)
Coq invisible : Cocoricoooo!
Secrétaire : Monsieur Peter!
Peter : Quoi?
Secrétaire : Tenez, vous avez un message de Dave.
Peter : Vous avez une clope?.. Merci
Secrétaire : Il est parti chercher Georges dans l'hôtel de Yves.
Sophie : Hum hum...
Peter : Merci pour la clope, grosse vache.
Secrétaire : Bonne journée.
Peter : Merci.
Sophie : Dites-moi, vous pouvez me donner l'heure, s'il vous plait?
Peter : Oui, 9h01.
Sophie : Ah vous êtes précis, vous.
Peter : Oui. Vous voulez niquer avec mon ami et moi?
Sophie : Ben oui, pourquoi pas?
Peter : Répétez ce que vous venez de me dire? Vous avez bien dit "oui, pourquoi pas?", c'est bien ça?
Sophie : Oui, exactement.
Peter : Suivez-moi. C'est quoi votre prénom?
Sophie : C'est Sophie, mais tout le monde m'appelle Sosso. Mais? Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai dit?
Peter : Il faut que je vous présente Steven.
(Il l'entraine jusqu'a Steven qui cause avec un mec)
Peter : Euh euh.. Steven! Laisse tomber ce connard. Victoire, vieux, victoire! Viens voir par ici, viens! Madame Sosso, je vous présente Steven. Steven, Madame Sosso.
Sophie : Mademoiselle!
Peter : Asseyez-vous... Tiens, prends une chaise... Dites-lui ce que vous venez de me dire.
Sophie : Et bien j'lui ai dit que je voulais bien niquer avec vous.
Peter : T'entends ça? Qu'est-ce que t'en dis?
Steven : Outch.
Peter : Et en plus, on n'est pas célèbres. On n'a pas publié encore une seule ligne. Et alors, pourquoi?
Sophie : Ah, parce que je m'en fous, de ça. J'ai pas de problème. Vous avez l'air tous de tomber des nues.
Peter : Vous pouvez pas savoir ce que ça représente pour nous. Je flashe!
Steven : Si je comprends bien, on s'est tapé une enquête super dure, alors que si on vous avait rencontrée avant, on aurait pu niquer tout de suite, sans même être célèbres?
Sophie : Alors que moi, pendant ce temps-là, je me la suis donné grave.
Steven : Allez!
(Ils courent vers l'ascenceur)
Steven : Patron! Patron, il faut qu'on vous parle, vite! On veut savoir si on peut prendre notre après-midi.
Peter : C'est-à-dire qu'on a un plan, là.
Patron : Attendez les gars... On sait pas encore ce que veut dire "monde de merde".
Steven : "Monde de merde"... "Monde de merde"... Ah oui! Mais Dave est parti chercher Georges?
Peter : Comme ça, dès qu'ils reviennent, on demande a Georges d'expliquer "monde de merde".
Patron : Ok les gars...

(Dave et Georges en voiture)
Dave : Ca va bien, m'sieur Abitbol? Vous avez passé une bonne nuit, sans être indiscret?
Georges : Au poil. Et t'es pas indiscret. Je suis majeur, et je fais ce que j'ai envie de faire avec mon petit corps.
Dave : Dites-moi, là, pendant que je vous tiens là. Ca veut dire quoi "monde de merde", sans être indiscret?
Georges : Tu te réveilles à 35 ans pour te demander ce que ça veut dire "monde de merde"? C'est pas que t'es indiscret, c'est juste que t'es un con. En disant "monde de merde" j'ai voulu dire que le monde allait mal. C'est un cri de révolte que j'ai lancé à mes frères opprimés. "Finissons-en avec la résignation et l'indifférence. Ouvrons les yeux!" Partout l'injustice, le nationalisme, l'exclusion. Ca me débecte... T'as déja entendu parlé de l'hégémonie du grand capital?
Dave : Non.
Georges : Tu t'interesses pas à la politique? Bah...Tu devrais. Faut se mettre au travail, afin de vaincre les fanascismes. C'est un concept à moi, ça dénonce à la fois les fascistes et les fanatiques.
Dave : Merci, m'sieur Abitbol. Vous m'avez ouvert les yeux.
Georges : Hein... Regarde plutot la route.

(Accident, explosion, incendie)

Georges : Ah... monde de merde!
Dave : Ouais, moi aussi, j'ai bien envie de le dire... Monde de merde!

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