All language subtitles for Claude Berri - Tchao Pantin ~ So Long, Sucker (French with German Subs)

SO LONG, DUMMY

Translated for KG by rentboy.

- Hi.
- Sir.

Broke down?

How much do you need?

How much what, sir?

Gas.

I'm not... I'm not out of gas.

I... I think I need a spark plug.

What kind of spark plug?

A plug... for mopeds.

For mopeds?

I'm all out of moped plugs.

That's OK, sir.
I'll walk home.

I live around the corner.

Goodbye.

- Morning, Dufour.
- 'Night, Lambert.

Hi. I'd like a beer, please.

Hurry up.
You want the dough?

Where's the stuff?

- It's not here. - Where is it?
- Not here. Wait for me at the bar.

- No, this won't do. - OK, I'm off.
- Come back, come back.

Show me.

Wait at the bar.

What a fucking pain.

Anybody here?

- Easy, easy. What do you want?
- What I want?

I want some gas.
Are you the attendant?

Yeah.

Why the fuck did you keep me waiting?

I had to run an errand,
if you don't mind.

- How much do you want?
- Fill her up. - No problem.

See? No big deal. No need to wake up
the whole neighborhood.

Premium?

Yes, that's what I want.

You only have to ask.

Who's been honking?

- Me.
- Him.

So? Can't a guy take a dump?

Who's the attendant here?
You or him?

What do you care?
He's my nephew.

You want gas, right?

Thanks, nephew.

Could you check the oil too?

Should I check the oil?

No, I'll do it.

It's fine.

240.

Thanks.
Without you, my dinner would be cold.

I was hungry, too.
But nothing's open around here.

How much?

10 francs.

Thanks, I never drink.

Against your religion?

What religion?

Arabs don't drink, right?

But...

"Arab" isn't a religion.

Oh, no?

Aren't you Arab?

Not exactly.

Whether you're Arab or Moroccan,
I don't care.

But...

Don't you get bored spending
your nights all alone like this?

Not all alone.

You live around here?

Down the block.

Not very far.

You work in a garage?

No. Why?

I don't know. I just thought...
You're always changing rides.

I swap around with my friends.

Aren't you afraid they'll get stolen?

You just leave them lying around.
Bikes are easy to steal.

I use a chain...

with a big lock.

What do you do?

Well...

I do odd jobs.

I work in a bar.
I'm a bartender.

How old are you?

You're not going to grill me
like this all night, are you?

OK, I'll stop if it bugs you.

I haven't talked to anyone for 5 years.
Why start now?

Can I sit down?

Want some gum?

You want to know my age.

Who gives a fuck?

Apparently, I'm Arab on my mother's side
and Jewish on my father's.

How do you know?

My adoptive father told me.

He's like a real father to me.

Are your adoptive parents Arab?

They're dead.

You're all alone?

Yes. Almost. I have an uncle,
Farid Bensoussan.

The King of Couscous.
Heard of him?

He owns restaurants.

Why not work for him?

I don't want to ask.
I want to make it on my own.

Make it as what?

Got plans?

Of course I have plans.
Don't you?

Not anymore.

We've been talking for over 3 hours
and I don't even know your name.

Lambert.

Lambert what?

Lambert.

Lambert Lambert?

And you?

Bensoussan.
Youssef Bensoussan.

You're a nice guy.

You married?

Any children?

Bartender, what's the tab?

Want to borrow my bike?

The metro's right here.

I live over there.

We're neighbors.

Go get my bike.

Hurry up. I'm closing.

I've told you before.
You've got the wrong place.

- But they told me I could...
- They told you wrong.

- I've got money.
- That's not the issue.

I'll pay whatever you want.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Now, leave. We're closing.
- I've got money.

Go on, take a hike.

Go ask over there.

Where the hell were you?

- Did you ride it?
- No, I swear.

- The engine's still hot.
- I swear it wasn't me.

Think I'm an idiot?

I don't know how to ride.
I don't even have a license.

Better watch it, you little jerk.

- It wasn't me, I swear.
- Get lost.

What's this?

Drugs?

Are you crazy?

It's just a joint.

A joint!

A joint is only the start!
Then what?

Are you out of your mind?

What's wrong with you?

Look what you're doing to yourself.

See what you shoot up?
Every single night!

You've got your shit.
I've got mine.

To each his own.

Park the bike
and give it a little shine.

You like it?

Would you like to go for a ride?

Well?

Lay off, will you?

Wait!

Wait.

Would you really take me for a ride?

Lola, where the...?

I'll be back in a minute.
Going for a spin.

They're all whores.

They're just women.

If they're women, they're whores.

At least with whores,
you know where you stand.

My mother was no whore.

- How do you know?
- I just do.

Not that I have anything against whores.

So what do you have against women?

Sometimes when I'm with a whore,
I think I could fall for one.

- You want to be a pimp?
- That's not what I meant.

You never know
how they got to that point.

So why couldn't I meet a girl who'd
want me to help her get out of it?

And why couldn't you just meet a girl
who isn't a whore?

You haven't only fucked whores?

No, no...

But often.

Who do you fuck?

Myself.

180.

Nope. I'd never steal from an Arab.

Wouldn't you rather have a Coke?

Sure, but with lots of rum.

Finish your story.

That's it.
I'm meeting her soon at the Gibus.

I'm so nervous.

- Is it a restaurant?
- No, a punk club near R�publique.

"A punk club near R�publique."

I think that chick made a date
with your Honda.

Where did you get the bike?

It's Rachid's, my boss.

You stole it?

I'm borrowing it.

And of course you have no license.

Don't worry.
I'm a big boy.

So go on foot.
You'll see if she came for the bike.

Come on, give me a break.

OK. I forbid you to take that bike.

Just leave it here.

Walk. It's just some friendly advice.

You forbid me nothing.

And I do what I want.

First you hit me, slap me

for rolling a joint.

Who do you think you are?
Are you nuts?

I'll say it once:

I do what I want.

I don't need woman advice from you.

What right do you have?
Are you crazy?

You think you can teach me about women?
You!?

Listen, Lambert.
Take a good look.

You'll never see me again.

Is that your date?

Check out Lola's date.

Come on, get off my back.

Don't go, Lola.

Ready?

I can't go.

- But you said...
- I know. Now, I can't.

I'm with my friends.
I can't just ditch them.

I'm sorry.

Well, then... How about...
tomorrow maybe?

No, that won't work.
I'm busy tomorrow.

Too bad, huh?

Wait up. Tomorrow's no good,
but Tuesday works.

That is...

if you, you're free.

Sure. But not here.

How about the caf� where we met?
10 o'clock Tuesday.

OK. Don't forget.

Hi.

Hi, Mahmoud.

What's up?

You need something?

Not at all.

We just dropped by for a chat...

... about Rachid's motorcycle,
for example.

What about it?

Who did this to you?
Take it easy.

Mahmoud.

His bike?
I told you to be careful.

Don't move.
I'll patch you up.

You're a real mother hen.

What about your punk?

She's a bitch.

You didn't see her?

I did. But she stuck with her friends.

We have a date Tuesday.

You're not going?

I am. She pisses me off.
I gotta do her.

Looking like this?

I don't give a shit.

Go lie down.
Get some sleep.

See what those fuckers did to my books.

- Is this your bike?
- Yeah.

- Think I'm stupid? It's not the same.
- Coming?

- Where's your bike?
- At the shop.

A guy cut me off.
But I got lucky.

I got off with just a few scratches.

Coming?

You bought another one?

What?
The garage lent it to me.

Until the other one is fixed.

Christ! Slow down.

Where are you taking me?
What the hell are we doing here?

I live here.

- You live here?
- Yeah, I have a studio.

You live alone?

Yes. Come on.

Come in.

This is it.

You read it all?

Yeah.

Say when.

When.

Sit down.

You don't waste time.

You turn me on.

Wait.

I have to take off my lipstick.

- No need.
- No, it smears all over my face.

It's all I have.

There's a clean edge.

Are you sure
you don't want to keep it on?

I like it better.

I said no.
If you'd prefer, we won't kiss.

Ok, ok.

- You never wear skirts?
- You don't like my pants?

I haven't taken them off yet.

They're fine.

- You screwed her?
- Only once.

Once?

- She didn't want to go again.
- Why not? No good?

It was great. I was great.
I was ready to bang her all night.

But she wanted to go for a bike ride.

That's when the trouble started.
We were near the Bastille.

We were riding without helmets.

Pull over.

You have no helmets.

Pig!

Are you nuts? Stop!
You're going to get us busted.

Stop! I'm about to fall off.

I said, stop!
I'm getting off.

You're a real asshole!

Don't sweat it.
They can't track you down.

She came.
I'm sure.

I heard her.

Sure you don't want me
to cook you an egg?

Why aren't you at work?

I called in sick tonight.

I brought you something.

Old Jamaican rum.

I bought it in Belleville.

Don't like it?

It's great. Thanks.

Good stuff.

Can I tell you something?

Go ahead. I'm listening.

I'm not a bartender.

Oh?

I sell dope.

You're joking.

You don't believe me.

Sure I do.

You're a pusher.

You sell drugs.

And your connection?

Rachid, my supplier.

North African?

Disappointed?

I don't give a damn.

Who cares?

Don't be in a hurry to die.

Leave it.
I'll go.

Shit!

I called Rachid.
I'm in deep shit.

Rachid is a mean bastard.

I've got to find the dough.

How much?

Forty hits.
8000 francs worth!

You've got it?

Of course not. I have 2000 to my name.
I sent the rest to my mother.

Here. I have 800. Take it.

Here. Take the cashbox.

450...

1250...

That makes 3250.
Take it to him.

I'll get an advance on my salary tomorrow.
Don't worry. We'll work it all out.

Take it! It can't hurt to
cut down on my drinking.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

I'd better be going.

I'll go pick up my money.

When will I see you again?

I'll be by later.

Be careful.

So long, dummy.

Hey, it's spilling out!

Sorry.

You think gas is cheap?

How much?

220.

Lambert!

It's Mahmoud.

It hurts.

Looking for something?

Is this Bensoussan's place?

Police officer Bauer.

Are you a friend of his?

No. I'm the attendant
at the gas station where he died.

I thought he lived here.

You're the attendant...

- And you didn't know him?
- No.

I pumped his gas a couple of times.

Here.

I found this lighter when
I was cleaning up the blood.

I thought his family would like it.

He lived alone.

Keep it.
It might not be his.

If I take it in to the station,
I'll have to file a ton of paperwork.

What was he doing with all these books?

Maybe he read them?

You think so?

I have no idea.
I barely knew him.

Don't cry over him.

He was just a small-time dealer.

A pusher.

We had our eye on him.

We were waiting

before we busted him.

Good thing you dropped in.

I was going to ask you
to come by the station.

Tell me what happened.

I was pumping his gas.

The bike came straight at us.

Very fast.

On purpose?

No, I don't think so.

It happened very quickly, but I got
the impression it was out of control.

An accident then?

Yes.

Do you still need me?

No. Thanks.

I know where to find you.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

It's just for a few days.

They need to run some tests.

You'll need to find a replacement.

I'll be back as soon as possible.

Thank you very much.
Goodbye.

Anisette.

Rachid...

A coffee, please.

Hey kids, you want some more?

Are you Lola?

Do you know a chick named Lola?

Do you know a chick named Lola?

Are you Lola?

I'm looking for Lola, a blonde.

Get a move on, gimp.

Do you know Lola?

She was here. She left.

That's her over there.

Get out of my face!

I'll leave, then.

Let's go, Mikey.

What the hell's wrong with her?

I want to talk to you.

Lola, can we talk if you don't mind?

What do you want?

So you're Lola?

Yes, what do you want?

- I want to talk.
- About what?

Bensoussan.

Who's that?

Want to talk about the bike he stole?

How could I know he stole that bike?

So they arrested him?

He's dead.

Lola, come here.

Who's this guy?

Come on!

I didn't know him.

I only saw him twice.

Still, you slept with him.

Are you crazy?

Relax. I know where and when.

So? Is it against the law?

Do you know what he did for a living?

He dealt drugs.

I didn't know anything about that.

I never touch the stuff.

I spent three hours of my life
with the guy.

I don't know anything.

Leave me alone.
What do you want?

I want you to help me.
I need you.

Me help a cop?
I'd rather die.

I'm no cop.
I work in a gas station.

You look like a cop.

I don't give a shit!

Sit down.

My name is Lambert.

Lambert. Easy to remember.

I live at 35, rue Charlot.

You have until tomorrow to decide.
Got it?

What exactly do you want from me?

I want to find the guy
who killed Bensoussan.

His name is Mahmoud.

I want to know where he lives.

He hangs out at a bar on rue Rio...

... called Chez Rachid.

You know where to find him.
Just go yourself.

Looking like a cop?

Poor schmuck.

This has nothing to do with me.

I'm out of here.

Think it over.

Now leave me the fuck alone!
I've had enough, you stupid asshole.

Are you coming, Lola?

Come here!

Not in that fucking heap.

And don't touch me!
Now's not the time.

Leave me alone!

Come here.

- Just back off a bit.
- Come on!

- I said no. I don't feel like it. - Then
don't bother coming back to the squat!

Who gives a shit about your squat?
Let go of me.

Go, bitch.

- Who needs you?
- Bourgeois bitch.

- Look at yourself, miserable loser.
- Why are you still here? Just go.

You sure took your time.
Are you deaf?

I almost left.

I was asleep.
Come in.

Did you calm down?

Can you turn on the lights?

So, what do you want?

I've told you already.

Is he really dead?

He died in my arms.

He lives in a squat:

24, rue Julien Lacroix.

What is it?

A friend of Rachid's.

What do you want?

Let me in.

What do you want?

What? Are you crazy?

- What do you want?
- To talk about Bensoussan.

- Who?
- You don't know him? Get rid of her.

Take a walk.

- You don't know Bensoussan?
- I told you. Never heard of him.

Don't move, Mahmoud.

Don't make a move.

Why is your coat burned?

- It's not my coat. It's a friend's.
- Oh yeah?

This coat was burned in a gas station.

And do you know who was wearing it?

- I said no.
- It was you, Mahmoud. You.

- Are you a cop? - No.
- Then what the fuck do you want?

Did Rachid give the order to kill him?

Kill who?

Stop!

Are you crazy?

We didn't mean to kill him.

Oh, you didn't?

He's still dead.

Scram.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Nice manners.

I told you to split.

Know how to make coffee?

Where is it?

There's some instant in the kitchen.

Not having any?

It's disgusting.

- How did you make this?
- Blame it on your coffee.

You put it all in?
You're nuts.

There must be eggs in the fridge.

So?

So break some and make an omelet.

Who the fuck do you think I am?
Your maid?

Make your own damn eggs.

Why the hell are you here, then?

Go to hell.

Then get out.

I don't mean to kick you out.

But you have no business being here.

I appreciate your help...

But I can't do anything for you.

I have no money. And I drink.

Did I ask you for anything?

I know.

But I can't figure out why you're here.

Why are you here?

No reason.

Then get out.

Poor slob.

Who is it?

Bauer.

Come in.

Have a seat.

- Is this a bad time?
- No.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

That you were part of the family.

You could have told me, Inspector.

That's ancient history.

Tell me your ancient history, Lambert.

You hung it up...

after your son's death.

You didn't come here to talk about my son.

Wasn't he an addict?

So what's your point?

I don't have one.
I'm just trying to figure things out.

There's nothing to figure out.
Leave my son out of it.

Very well.

I don't know.

I don't know...

I'm trying to understand...

why you didn't tell me the truth.

What truth?

The truth, Lambert.
Which always comes out in the end.

How?

Asthma.

Know what I mean?

Dreadful illness.

Are you asthmatic?

I'm not.

But a guy who lives behind
the gas station is.

He couldn't sleep. He saw everything
the night Bensoussan died.

You were not pumping gas for him.

He was chased by 2 guys on a bike.
They killed him.

Why did you lie?

- To be left in peace.
- Nice try.

I'm not a cop anymore.
I'm nothing, a nobody.

I want to be left alone!

You didn't work last night?

After what happened,
I took a break.

Did you know Dufour well?

The attendant on the day shift.

Of course I know him. I see him
every morning. He's a nice guy.

He was.

He's dead.

He took over your shift.

They really worked him over.

It looks like he was severely...

tortured.

My theory is that...

they got the wrong man.

They weren't after Dufour,
but after the guy on the night shift.

Watch yourself, Lambert...

when you go back to work.

His heart gave out, but... he might have
talked first. He knew your address, no?

I doubt it.
Who cares?

Be careful, anyway.

You're not answering?

Must be a mistake.

Who is it?

Lola.

Sleeping again?
You still haven't recovered?

Your daughter?

- Who's this?
- A cop.

I can tell.

I'm not his daughter.
I'm his girl.

Lucky man.

Another two-bit pusher got himself killed
this morning in a Belleville squat.

A certain Mahmoud.

Oh yeah?

The composite drawing of the killer
looks a lot like you.

On that note, I'll be going.

Stop drinking!

Don't be a pain in the ass.

Souse!

What of it?

What exactly are you after?

Is it sex?

With you? I'd rather die.

Then, what do you want?

Kiss me.

Crazy broad. Get out of here!

I want to be left alone.
Don't you get it?

I've thought it over. I'm staying.
I agree to fix your eggs.

You can't.
I have to make my own omelet.

Now, go away
and forget all about me.

I don't exist. Close the book.
Pretend you never met me. Get it?

- Don't make me throw you out!
- Stop, or I'll scream.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

It's dangerous to hang around here.
Don't come complaining later.

Why won't you run away?

Why did you stop the music?

- I don't want you in there.
- I didn't touch anything.

Whose room is it?

Is it your son's?

Where is he?

Close the door behind you.
I need some sleep.

Don't make a move.

Not a sound.

Open the door.

Bring in your bike.

- Are you crazy?
- Bring it in!

Hurry up.

Put it on its stand.

- What do you want?
- To talk.

About what?

Classified.

Are you a cop?

Do you know Bensoussan?

- Who's that?
- You don't know?

Stop!

Shut up!

I'm the one who killed Mahmoud.

So what do you want?

To know if it was your bright idea
to take out the guy at the gas station.

- What guy?
- You don't know?

Stop it!

What guy?

Guess.

The one you tortured to death.

The sole witness to Bensoussan's murder.

You don't know Bensoussan either?

But you fucked up, Rachid.

That witness was me, asshole.

I don't get any of this?

Does this jog your memory?

You're a dead man. Your friend gave up
your name before he croaked.

What the fuck do I care?
You'd be doing me a favor.

You've got 3 seconds.

Where have you been?

You look strange.

Something wrong?

I'm tired.

I'll make some room.

Go back to sleep.

We did some research on Bensoussan.

We discovered
he was a friend of Mahmoud's.

They both hung out at Rachid's bar.

- You sound interested.
- I'm obsessed.

I've been trying to break this ring,
stop the flow of drugs.

They'll legalize it one day.

Why not burn the poppy fields?

That's an idea.

Rachid, Mahmoud.
Both dead.

Both deaths looking like executions.

What if Sylvio got it next?

I'm tempted to think that someone
took the law into his own hands.

Who's Sylvio?

Just between colleagues:

He's the wholesale distributor.

He supplied Rachid.

And not just Rachid.

Tons of Rachids.

Pretend you never heard of him.

No problem. I sell gas, not dope.

His front is a restaurant near Etoile.
Great food.

It's open until very late.

He lives just above.

The apartment facing the street.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Then you don't like Lebanese food.
Dolmades...

Tabbouleh...
Delicious.

Tabbouleh is a kind of salad.

A salad mixed with bulgur wheat.

Very refreshing.

Listen. Bauer.

What exactly do you want from me?

Where were you tonight?

Why?

Well... That's why I'm here.
I'm here to...

I've been officially instructed
to ask you the question.

Personally, I don't care.

So...?

He was with me.

We were here the whole time.

We fucked all night.

What if I told you:

"Inspector Bauer,
I went to Rachid's tonight

"killed him, and then set the place
on fire?" What would you say?

You have an alibi. You're OK.

I still like my theory:

A vigilante.

Someone with more efficient methods
than the police. A man who...

who settles scores.

Given his past, it's not impossible.

What do you think?

I don't think.

Good.

You're right to be a man of action.

Enjoy the rest of your night.

Don't worry.

You have a beautiful alibi.

Don't go.
After this one, there'll be another.

Leave me alone.

I won't let go.
I'm coming with you.

Don't you see they're going to kill you?
Don't you get it?

I'm already dead.

What is it?

Telegram for M. Sylvio.

Slide it under the door.

On your feet.

Stand up.

I was a big dick cop.

You can't imagine.

"Inspector Lambert."

Patriotic to the bone.

I don't care.

I was a raging asshole.

I had no time for my son...

except to yell at him.

Work was everything to me.

No surprise, he got fed up one day
with having such a dick for a father.

He started shooting up at 16.

I wanted to clean him up my way.

So I locked him in his room for 2 weeks...

with only bread and water.

Just like a cop.

I would have thrown him in jail
if I could.

He was screaming for a fix.

If only I understood.
What he needed was a real father.

One day...

my wife let him out.

He ran off.

8 days later, they found him
dead of an overdose.

That's what it took
for me to understand.

Then my wife left.

And I stopped being a dick.

I simply died.

Kiss me.

Wait. I forgot my stockings.
Where are the keys?

Hurry. I'll wait in the courtyard.