All language subtitles for La gajmmmick

Marc Legault as
Francois Chico Tremblay

Directed by
Jacques Godbout

THE MOB

How much?

$15,000.

A little more than we thought.

Nobody tried to get smart?

With Chico, nobody ever
dares play games.

I've been waiting for an hour.
I've had it!

Conference or no conference,
you'll give this to your boss.

Goddamn little punk.

Tell him to wait a little.

He's already been there an hour.

In that case, tell him the gang
from the States is in my office.

That'll calm him down, all right.

Don't ever do that again, Raoul.
I'm not a French poodle.

Sorry, Chico.

Business talk always
rattles my nerves.

I'm still not used to it.

Did they come to look
at dirty pictures?

We talked business,
big business.

Right.

That's why you left me
hanging for an hour.

Because I only do small jobs.

I'm warning you, Raoul.
It'll change.

I know you're good.

I can make deals with the Americans.

They also need gunmen.

If you're thinking of the New York
contract, forget it.

The big boss decided nobody
here's taking on that job.

It's too big for us. We don't want
any comeback from the States.

Do you understand, Chico?

If you take that contract, nobody
in Montreal can know.

Not even your friends.

Do you think I'd be crazy enough
to go against the big boss?

Yes, I suppose you don't want
the whole gang after you.

And...

you're a straight guy.

You don't waste time before
bringing me my cut.

I'm warning you,

if they find out you contacted
Steve at the Taft...

I don't want to know anything.

I haven't seen you, I haven't
told you anything and...

I didn't even tell you it pays
$50,000.

Did you have a nice trip, dear?
You're not too tired?

Next time, they better buy me a
plane ticket on a personal jet.

Did you have fun at least?
Did you see any shows?

I didn't go there to have fun.

Okay, where's my bag?

We won't freeze our asses here.

You want us spotted?
Where's your head?

You don't carry a businessman's
briefcase. It's just not done.

You're supposed to be educated.
You're not at the Silver Lion anymore.

Come on.

Hurry up.
Where did you park the car?

In front, my dear.

Are you hungry?
We could...

When I'm hungry, I eat.
I don't need you to coach me.

You act as if you're
in the 12th grade.

An educated woman is one
who shuts up. Come on.

Did Fern clean the car?

Oh.

I didn't think to ask him.

Are you ant-FY?

God, you're stupid.

Well, I'm pretty happy with the
way it went in New York.

Yeah?

It was rough, but I think
I showed them Montreal guys

are just as good as anybody.

We're not hicks.
We're capable.

And now that I have big contacts
there,

it might not be the last contract.

You know that in the company,
I'm pretty much at the top.

Do you get much more money
than before?

Money?

Christ!

We don't work for peanuts
in the States.

So then, what you promised me...

It'll work.

Car lighters never work.

Oh yeah?

Gaby didn't come?

No,

he's waiting for you at the motel.
He had work to finish.

Okay then, get out.

Should I wait for you here?

Yes, that's it.

- I'll wait for you here?
- That's right.

Hey, Gaby!

Hey.

I couldn't pick you up at the bus
depot.

It's the honey rush.

Yeah, I know.
Goddamn bee pimp.

- Is it a good crop this year?
- Not bad.

It doesn't seem to be the same
colour as last year.

It's because of the clover field.

Thanks.

So, your deal in New York?
Was it a good crop?

It doesn't change what I told you.

It's too big a job, even for you,
Chico.

Can I put it in your cans?

You can forget it there,
if you want.

How did it go with Rita?

Oh, she crashed in front of the TV.

She seems to miss the artists.

She drank 15 cases of Coke,

ate 100 bags of chips.

If you'd come back in a month,
she'd have weighed 200 pounds.

You should have taken her out.
You know I don't like fat girls.

Maybe you wish I'd
taken her out... dancing?

I'm too old for nightclubs.

I'll have to make myself scarce
for a while.

She'll be unbearable.

You're the one who wanted
to shack up with an artist.

Here, taste this.

No, I know it's good,
but you know I don't like it.

The next time I go to New York,
I'll take you with me.

Why?

There are black girls there.

My champion.

Black girls?

I don't take any chances.

The colour might rub off on you.

The neighbours, all good people.

Not one damn immigrant
sets foot in here

unless it's to do some cleaning.

Eight rooms, two bathrooms,
a powder room.

Plenty of spots to piss.

Natural fireplace,

dishwasher, mercury switches...

wall-to-wall carpeting.

I had it all done by a decorator...

a real one,

a fag.

Keep the box.
You may need it.

It's Rene.

I thought it might interest you to
know Chico just bought a ring.

$2,000 cash, in American.

I just blew $500.

You're not too angry at me for
making you bet on the wrong horse?

You're my best horse.

For a cowboy, it's not normal.

Hi, Chico.

What are you doing here?

I thought you didn't play horses.

And Champagne?

Ho-ly shit!

Can I bother you for two minutes?

Oh, yes!
Pull up a chair, Angelo.

Rita, meet Angelo.

Angelo, meet Rita.

- Good evening, Miss.
- Good evening.

I get the feeling I've seen
you somewhere before.

You may have seen her on TV.
She was a host on Channel 10.

Pretty as you are,
one doesn't forget.

Watch it, Rita.
Italians love to flirt.

You could learn something
there, Francois Tremblay.

Oh my.

Here you are, sir.

Let me open it.
Stay here.

For once I get to drink
the good stuff.

God, it scared me.

Those corks sound like a rifle.

I think you're better with a rifle.

Where were you?

We looked for you last weekend...
for a card game.

My Chico was in New York
in the big United States.

What? There's no harm in saying it.
You were there on business.

He was there on business.

Good business, I hope.

Very important.

You know Rocky?

Rocky's in New York now.

He wanted me to organise
a deal with him there.

Something very big.

I thought that Rocky...

hadn't finished his time
in the pen in Vancouver.

You see how little we know
about what's happening.

Excuse me.

I have an appointment.

For the card game...
there'll be another time.

So long.

Ciao, Angelo.

Hey, Chico.
We won!

Go collect for me.
I've got things to do.

You don't look so good.
What's happening?

I'm expecting a call
from New York at 11.

There are guys over there
who will back me.

Against who?

The bastards who are afraid
we'll walk all over them.

Now that it's done,
I might as well tell you.

The job over there last
weekend, that was me.

Nobody from Montreal was
supposed to touch it.

You're in real trouble.

The locals don't scare me.

Besides, the big boss in
New York gave it his okay.

I was even promised
other contracts.

But in the meantime here,
we can't go around naked.

So?

- Everything is fixed.
- We don't have to worry then?

You never know.

There are fools who disregard orders

and act on their own.

We'll see to that.

Yes.

It might be good if you
rounded up a few guys.

How many?
Three or four?

Five or six. We'll supply
them with guns.

Okay. I'll be at your place
tonight.

- Ciao.
- Bye.

I have water in my ears.
I can't stand it.

I was in much better shape
in prison.

We didn't get up as late.

We didn't stay up as late.

We walked a mile every day.

We had our three meals a day.

With ketchup.

Do you remember Paintbrush,

the guy who wouldn't stop cleaning?

He loved it so much inside that

every time he was released,
he made sure to come back.

Do you remember the time he
found a little door to get back in?

500 of us inside wanting
to get out...

and he wouldn't tell us
how he managed to get in.

Yeah, Paintbrush...

Blackie,

Rocky, Ti-Noir, Bellechasse.

I invited them all for Friday.

With you, Fern...

Angelo, Raoul...

it'll be quite a party.

The orgy of the century!

I reserved the swimming pool
just for us.

Here, I'll have picnic tables

with sandwiches and pheasant.

The booze will be over there.
Only the most expensive stuff.

With waiters from Paesano

in their red uniforms.

And just about everywhere
on cushions,

in topless monokinis...

we'll take care of their
bottoms later...

the prettiest broads
from Jodoin's Agency.

Girls born to live in a harem.

Raoul gave a great party
last winter.

Ah! His wine was cheap.

And he didn't have three
double beds in his cabin.

I only serve French Champagne.

I rented five bachelor apartments
in the building.

We won't be caught having to sleep
10 on the same mattress.

It starts Friday and goes on
for as long as it can.

Even some Americans
are coming.

Chico, nothing's working out.

What do you mean it's not working?

Well...

Well, either they changed phone
numbers or they're travelling

or they're busy on Friday
or they're sick,

but no one on the list can come.

Christ, you're dumb.

Chico, catch!

Chico...

We have to go get Fern.
We're gonna need him.

Move it! They're waiting for you
at Channel 10.

I fixed everything. They'll hire
you as host of the quiz show.

Hurry up and get out.

Why are you saying that, my dear?

I don't want to go back
to show business.

And if I stayed,
I could help you.

You're too stupid.

I won't say it 100 times.
I don't need you anymore.

How will I reach you?

You don't need to talk
to me. It's over.

Two funerals for the price of one.

Give me time to change
at least, Chico!

- Have you finished your bags?
- Yes.

Clear out then. We don't have
time for a fashion show.

Taxi's here.

We'll see each other again?

You'll find a way out of it.

When they want to get to you,
they always manage to find you...

whether you're hiding in a motel
or in the Sahara Desert.

If you come to the motel,

we can defend ourselves.

You're a pal, Gaby, but you
won't stop them with that.

They'll always find someone who can
shoot faster and better than you.

Anyway, the mob doesn't work

the way it used to back in
the Bernier brothers days.

Have you noticed how it's
changed in 10 years?

I listen to the guys talking.

We've become real St. Jacques Street
businessmen.

We don't say "the gaffe",
but the shopping centre.

When they ask you to off a guy,
it's not a hit anymore.

They call it a contract.

The fuckers don't care that
you spent 15 years

busting your ass for them.

Those goddamn dogs...

As soon as you don't balance
in their accounts...

they make a little subtraction...

and bye-bye Fern,
bye-bye Chico.

If you think we're still alive,
you're wrong, man.

Come on, Christ.

With your contacts in the States...
we'll get out of it.

Wake up, Gaby.

Nobody would have the guts
to come at me alone.

Someone pushed a button
in New York,

and I'm already in my coffin.

Shut your mouth, Christ.

It's about time I speak up.

Did you ever notice that
the real bosses

aren't the ones with the big
guns

or the big muscles?

It's the ones who have a big mouth.

They can screw people by making
them believe anything.

Ever since I joined the mob,
I've been told to shut up.

"Not a word or you're dead."

So, I shut up

and I listened to the bosses.

I thought by keeping quiet,

I'd end up with a big car...

a nice shack,
a good-looking broad,

and maybe I'd live till 70.

Now that I'm sure not to die
of cancer,

you can't imagine,
my boy,

how I'm itching to speak.

It takes only one man,

one man alone,

one man with the guts to do it.

And he can bring the whole
thing crumbling down.

Forget it, man.

As it is, you still have a
chance to get out of it.

We're not sure who bumped off Fern.

We'll go see Raoul and make a deal.

I'm sure it'll work.

We'll bring him his cut and he'll
tell us who's getting ugly.

That or beans.

I tell you,

you can go.

But if you're not back by 11,
I'll know what to do.

It won't be the first time
I fix your problem.

Where do we meet?
Same place as usual?

You'd better be there.

Otherwise,
I'll do a job on Raoul.

I'll be there at 11.
Don't worry.

God, I wish I could believe you.

You want something?

I'm Gaby.
Your boss is expecting me.

All right, girls!

Hi Gaby.

Hi.

How are you, champ?

I'll be with you in just a minute.

Listen. I'll give you two more days.
After that, beat it.

Not bad, your set-up.

You're so hard to find.
I've been looking for three hours.

Hunting?

I found that at a Jewish shop
on Craig Street.

I don't play pool, I don't watch
colour TV,

I don't listen to the stereo...

and I never eat butter.

But you need them
not to look cheap.

Here...

your cut.

Chico is a straight guy.

American money?

I knew it was Chico.

Don't worry,
there's not a penny missing.

Yes. For sure.
I congratulate you, Madam.

And I think you're right.
We must supervise

our children's games.
We'll come back to our subject

after the following messages.

Gavril de la Rosa, the friendly
owner of Roma Pizzeria,

invites you to his new
establishment

at 2038 East Jean-Talon

where he'll be delighted
to serve you a pizza

that is second to none.

We have another caller on the line.

This time it's a man
named Jacques Dufour.

- That's your name?
- Yes.

We're listening.

I'm not speaking to you now as a
pathologist,

but rather as a cytogeneticist.

I'll explain.

Thanks to an initiative by
Patricia Jacob in England...

they studied tall prisoners

in the Carster prisons.

And it was observed that...

that half of those over
six-foot tall who displayed

an overall violent behaviour,

and who demonstrated modest,
or even inferior intelligence,

all shared an extra Y chromosome.

A Y chromosome that
neither you nor I have?

We suppose.

But as further studies
were conducted,

it became evident that
size was not a criteria.

Average-size individuals
could also have a double Y.

In fact, the frequency of such
abnormalities is comparable

to that of mongoloid children.

There's even a famous murderer,
Richard Speck in Chicago,

who killed eight or ten nurses
and he had a double Y.

Dr. Dufour, for ordinary mortals,

could parents not say, if their
child is charged with a crime,

that the child is not responsible
for his actions,

but his chromosomes are?

We can't conclude anything yet.

Hence, the importance,
for cytogeneticists like me,

to be able to study
criminals in prisons.

Dr. Dufour, I thank you for
shedding light on our subject.

For the fullest information,

CKRB, at the vanguard
of information.

We return now to "Montreal By Night"

with Yvan Bedard.

The number to dial: 843-7285.

843-7285.

Yes, sir.

I'd ask you to lower the volume
of your radio, please.

It's very important.

I have news for your chromosome.

"Criminals," as he says,

are far more normal than
mongoloids like him.

I don't have a Y,
for Christ's sake.

I know, 'cause I've spent 10
times longer in jail

than you have at your mic.

And the guys I knew inside have
more heart than those outside,

who only care about
their own thing,

their little toys and don't give
a damn about anyone else.

I don't doubt that your friends
are very generous.

Thanks for calling. We'll go
right away to another call.

Goddamn!

You're listening to
"Montreal By Night," with Yvan Bedard.

The number to dial is 843-7285.

We have somebody else
on the line, a lady.

Good evening, Madam.

Mr. Bedard?

Yes.

I first want to congratulate
you for your show.

You know, I can't sleep at night

because I think of my late husband.

You have the same voice he had.

You're very sweet.

That's why I like to listen to you.

Yes, but please listen.

I remind you of tonight's subject.

We shouldn't stray too much.

We're talking about the treatment
of criminals in our prisons.

I have a son-in-law
who's a fireman.

He doesn't drink and he only
sleeps away from home

when he's on duty at the station.
I hope my daughter...

What do you think?

You can stick with Chico.
I don't give a damn!

Funny you say that.

He didn't want me to come.
He thought you'd kill me.

He's not dumb, Chico.

He figures the only thing he'll get
from you is a bullet in the head.

I think he's wrong.

You don't think we'd be mad at him

after his fine job in New York.

That's it.

You're the one who
tipped him off.

You're lying, you bastard!

Hold on.

I came to see you because
Chico's getting nervous.

You know how he gets.

It's not good for anybody.

If he falls,

you go with him.

We'll calm Chico down.

Just like we did with Fern.

Now, Blondie...

take us to Chico.
Then, we'll cut you loose.

Goddamn double-crosser!

Wake up this pile of shit so we
can tell him a thing or two.

You were supposed to warn everybody
not to touch that contract.

Do you believe this scumbag or me?

- We'll check.
- You can check.

I'm not crazy.

I can see our subject

doesn't interest you as much
as last night's.

So, listen,

I wish you luck in your endeavours.

And we need to move on
to the next caller.

Hello?

- Mr. Bedard?
- Yes, I'm listening.

Mr. Bedard, I'm calling because I
feel as safe here as anywhere else.

We follow the same trend.

I run a rooming house and I'll tell
you, it's rare we see criminals.

I could elaborate, if you want.

- Go ahead.
- You want me to?

Yes, yes.

In the past, we had a police force,
and this is just my opinion,

that was dishonest, uneducated.

They were rough.
They beat up on people.

People rebelled. If some steal,
it's to survive. I'm sure of that.

Are you saying violence is
increasing on both sides?

Oh, definitely.

There you are. That was another
opinion. Thank you, Sir.

We'll go on to...

Hello? I'm listening.

That's not true, Mr. Bedard.
You're not listening at all.

With the bunch of idiots calling
you, I can understand.

If I were you, when I had someone
who has something to say,

I'd listen to him, I wouldn't hang
up on him like you did to me.

It might help your ratings.

Don't get mad. I interrupted you
because I thought you were finished.

What I can tell you is the whole
truth about the Mafia.

I'm not the type to talk
through his hat.

I'm part of the mob.

Unless you're scared of the truth,
Mr. Bedard, eh?

Maybe you prefer wino stories.

I'd be surprised, but perhaps
people are wrong about you.

In that case, I could call
another radio station.

You're the gentleman who phoned
and disagreed with scientists?

You don't think they're right
to claim that a heredity...

or a childhood spent in poverty

may lead to criminal tendencies?

Lies, Mr. Bedard.

Just to make people believe we
don't know what we're doing.

"Poor boys," the smart set says.

"It's not their fault if they rob
banks, if they didn't go to school,

they're not intelligent, if only they
knew $5 words like we do,

they'd punch in at
the shop every day."

Well, I know $5 words and they
never made me a goddamn cent.

Listen, everybody knows
that the protection racket

in hotels, bars, restaurants,

garages, drug trafficking
and prostitution

bring a fortune to organised crime.

Hold on a minute,
things don't always work.

One of my friends sold porno films.

He got caught.

He spent five years in the pen.

When he got out,
he returned to his business.

But now, he took precautions.

He planted dynamite in the closet
and everywhere in the house.

He figured if the police
came to get him,

he'd let them in and
blow everyone up.

What was the name of the man
who made pornographic films?

Those aren't things we talk about.

You don't rat on a friend.

Well, some things can be said.
Our listeners would like to know

why you're calling me.

I can't tell you right now.
I'll call you back in 15 minutes.

Are you taking me for a fool,
Mr. Bedard?

You'd better not. The proof is
that I'm not in jail.

Even with all I've done.

And not small jobs.
Powerful stuff.

With the big gangs here
and in the States.

The police never scared me. They
aren't smart enough to catch me.

I'll tell you, Mr. Bedard.

The big guys want me
to stop talking.

They'd better tell their
musclemen to stay calm...

and to let my friend Gaby go.

Because if Gaby doesn't call
me within the hour,

I'll raise such hell that
everybody will know

about their dirty business.

Is that good enough for you,
Mr. Bedard?

I'm willing to help you,
but I need more details.

You could start by telling me why
the Mafia wants to kill you.

The Mafia boss who was killed
in New York last weekend...

I killed him.

Frank Anastasia?

Yes.

A French Canadian pea soup put a
bullet between the eyes

of an American big boss.

Because there wasn't a gunman in
New York with the guts to do it.

The body of the Mafia boss was
indeed found close to his home.

A well-known Mafia assassin.

The police in New York are losing
themselves in conjecture

about the identity of his murderer.

Back to you, caller.

What proof do you have to
back up your claim?

In an hour, if Gaby isn't in front
of me with all his teeth,

I'll give you the cherry
on the sundae.

The name of the guy who
paid me for that job.

What's your name?
What's your part in the Mafia?

Chico's hiding either in Florida
or in Cap-Chat.

Don't take me for a fool!

Okay, he's at the door of the
trailer waiting for you with a gun.

Yes.

What station?

- Okay.
- Pass him to me.

Fuck.

Bad news?

Bad news for you, fucker.

Come on, we'll listen to a
nice radio show together.

Alger Shampoo, available at all
14 branches of Lebrun Pharmacy

in Montreal,

and at Ideal Supermarkets.

Ginette, would you call the "Allo
Police" newspaper

and ask for information on him,

and on a man called Gaby.

Hey, we have a fun story.

What's that contract in New York?

Can you explain it to me?

Raoul had the idea to talk to
an American about me.

A man named Steve.

Steve was in a rush.

I flew to New York right away.

I waited in a room with another guy,

watching cartoons on TV
and drinking.

The other guy didn't even speak French.

I tell you it's not a joke,
two boring days like that.

I couldn't get out of the room.

They didn't want me to be
seen in New York.

When the time came,
they picked me up in a Chrysler.

They gave me a gun,
a giant gun.

And they took me to Anastasia.

When the time came to shoot him,

I didn't take any chances,
I got close.

Bang. Right in the mouth.

I didn't wait to see the results.
I got out of there.

The guys were waiting for me
in the Chrysler. We flew off.

They'd put $50,000
in my briefcase.

Dear friends, listeners,
ladies and gentlemen,

I remind you that Chico

is trying to save his friend Gaby

by telling us the truth, on this
very show, about the Mafia.

So, please, stay tuned
for further details.

As for you, Chico, stay on the line.
It won't be long.

We'll be right back after these
commercials and the news.

So, Ginette, any word
from the newspaper?

The guy from "Allo Police"
just arrived.

When I phoned the paper,
he was already on his way.

He says he knows Chico very well
and he wants to talk to you.

Fantastic.
He's in the other room?

Yes, in the other room.

Hello.

Gagnon, "Allo Police."

Bedard, CKRB. We'll have
to be quick, I'm in a rush.

Well, I am too.

Did you listen to the show tonight?

- Yes.
- So?

We're running with it
as our headline.

- We've even chosen the wording.
- Oh?

A Montreal gunman says

he killed Anastasia.

We'll put Chico's photo
next to that of Anastasia.

Then, in big type:
THE MURDER OF THE CENTURY

If you could make some room for
me, since Chico did phone me...

you might perhaps consider it.

- Yes.
- I've 60 seconds left.

What do you know about
Chico and the rest?

I've always said it,

for real information, you radio
guys are a big zero.

Hey, come on.

His real name is Francois Tremblay.

They call him "Chico."
He's only spent four years in jail.

Not bad for a guy suspected
of a dozen hold-ups,

who was the bodyguard for the
head of the East End gang,

who smuggled heroin from the
United States into Canada

and who finally had the guts
to mow down Anastasia.

Are you sure it's him?

I recognised his voice.

I covered at least
five of his trials.

Can you find out where
he's calling from?

Could be anywhere.

What do you know about Gaby?

I don't know him.

I think he's Chico's bodyguard,
or something like that.

Well, listen. I have
to go back to the studio...

You'll lend me your tapes?

Tomorrow, but I'll ask you
not to tell anybody. Okay?

Okay.

Okay, that's enough.
Bring him over here.

Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening.

I'm Yvan Bedard,
your nightly confidant.

For those who just tuned in,

let me remind you that
we're listening tonight

to Chico's confessions
on our open line.

What do we do, Lieutenant?

Look in the top drawer, I think
I have a copy of the by-laws.

"Bell Telephone guarantees
the right of its subscribers

to use its rented phones according to
the Declaration of Human Rights.

Notwithstanding
this basic principle,

Bell will comply with a warrant

duly signed by a court authority

if it is proven that its
communication

system is being used to commit
a serious crime such as kidnapping

a death threat or a threat
to the security of the state.

The company undertakes to
cooperate with police forces

to track down a call provided
one of its subscribers file

a complaint and agrees
of his own free will

that such a call be tracked down."

In other words, if we can't
get a warrant,

we need to secure the consent
of the radio station.

I'm sorry that I had to do
this to you, Gaby.

It's not your fault that
Chico's gone mad.

But when he said my name on radio,

I don't know how you kept mum.

Now I'm risking my neck.

When will you kill me?

Come on, man.

We won't pin all of Chico's madness

on you just because you're his pal.

I have to give you credit, Raoul.

You really know how to lie.

You know damn well
that if you let me live

after what you've done to me,

I'll blow your brains out.

Turn on the radio so we can
listen to the scumbag.

Is there anybody that
you can confide in?

Well, Gaby.

He's a straight guy.

What do you mean by
"a straight guy"?

It's a guy who's like a
brother to you.

You can ask him for anything, even
his wife, and he'll give it to you.

And you can be sure that any time
you go to him, he'll help you.

That's a straight guy.

I was straight too,
but it didn't do me any good.

Now, I have to explain...

We had to go into banks.

We put on striped suits to look more
serious. Gaby even bought glasses...

they made him squint.

What was I telling you?

Oh, right, banks.

You have to be careful
on the first day.

You have to make sure the cashier
recognises you.

You smile to her, you ask her
when she gets off work.

She has to believe
you're filthy rich.

Once you're sure she's recognised
you, you deposit $1,500.

You go into a second bank
and you do the same thing.

Third bank, same thing.

Then, you write a $3,000 check
to the first bank

and tell them to call the second
bank where you deposited $1,500

and have them transfer the
money to the first bank.

You do the same thing at the second
bank, and then at the third.

Once you have nine banks going,
it creates a sort of circle.

You go back to the first bank
and write a check for $30,000.

Is that clear to you?

No, not at all.

Me neither. I could never figure
it out. All I know is...

we had to get up at 8 in the morning
to be at the first bank at 10.

I'd never worked like that
in my life.

We had 15 banks to visit.

Goddamn, it was tiring.

It's tough having to act
like a businessman.

Sometimes you get there
and say, "Hey, babe."

And the girl looks at you funny.

Yeah... I'm trying to remember
how that whole thing worked.

It was pretty clever.

I'm not the one who thought of it.
It was Gaby.

Still, it's amazing
you pulled it off.

No, it didn't work.

That's when I realised how important
it was to have protection.

The first time, I got two years.

I was just a boy.
The second time, six months.

We had a good lawyer.
It was all paid for by the boss.

Hey, you haven't heard from Gaby?
You're sure?

You said six a while ago?

Six or seven...

They really did a job on the boss.

They punched him in the face.

He'd fall down and get back up.

I was saying, "Come on, boss.

Come on. They'll kill you."

At one point, he couldn't get up.

Then, they tore the place to pieces.
They told me to scram.

Still, the boss liked that I stayed.

I could have left with the waitress.

But I stayed.

It's not like I did much,
but the boss saw I had guts.

They didn't touch you?

Didn't touch me?

What do you want? Me in my little
white jacket with silver buttons,

my small size...
what were they gonna do to me?

Anyway, I told them,
I just work here as a waiter.

They were all right guys.

They didn't want to kill the boss,
just wanted to teach him a lesson.

Why did they demolish
his establishment?

It's a question of territory.

Who's in charge of dividing
the territories?

In the city, the border has
always been the Main.

Outside the city, it's up to them
to settle it between themselves.

If they can't work it out,
bullets start to fly.

Provided it doesn't get
out of control,

and only four or five heads roll,

the guy with the most guts wins.

But the problem with Harry Cole is
he had big contacts in the States.

Philadelphia, Chicago.

Those of us in the East,
we just had our guys.

I'm telling you, those thugs
from the States worked well.

They arrived in the morning,
left the same night,

and there were two or three corpses.

There are two police officers
who want to talk...

Move out, cutie.

Good evening, Mr. Bedard.

Good evening.

Sergeant detective Le Breton.

- A pleasure.
- Bravo, Mr. Bedard.

You're the best. I'd been meaning
to tell you for a long time.

We never miss your show
at the station.

- I'm delighted, but...
- There's no but, you're number one.

Hey, Gilles...

You heard the way he made
that mobster talk.

You're so good,
you could join the police.

And the way you're helping us...

When your secretary told us
that the show had started

and that you couldn't meet with us,

we immediately understood she'd
misunderstood your instructions.

We have a job to do.

Bums like Chico,
we can't let them loose.

So, you're going to call Bell
Telephone and give them permission

to find out where Chico's
calling from.

Listen,

do you have a search warrant?

No, we were sure we didn't
need one with you, Mr. Bedard.

In that case, please get out.

I have a show to do...

where I need people to trust me.

And if I did what you're asking me,
a dirty trick like that,

they'd never forgive me.

We can make sure it stays
between us.

Out, I said!

Hey Gilles,

he's getting fresh, this guy.

I know you're getting mad.

Me, I'm the calm type.

It's okay, Lieut.

You want to play tough?

Who's your boss?

Have you ever spent the
night in a cell?

Quick! Your boss's number.
Give it to me.

Ask Ginette. But you don't know
who you're dealing with.

Oh, sure we know.

One of the biggest rats in town.

But now...

you're not speaking to the idiots
who call you up.

With us...

You won't make us pee in our pants

and cry in our caps.

Come on, Ginette.
Show me the phone.

I'll stay here,

in case you try to warn
your little friend Chico.

Speak to him as if
everything is okay.

Otherwise, I'll throw you a little
party downtown. Understood?

Ladies and gentlemen, hello.

I'm your friend Yvan Bedard.

Tonight, we're listening to Chico,

someone who has a lot to say about
the type of society we live in.

Someone I'll try to help,

as I've done for others
who have phoned me.

It's the police lieutenant.
Yes?

Bedard doesn't want to help them.

All right, I'll call you back.

Goddamn it. For once, I wish I could
sleep for eight hours straight.

What's happening?

It seems a gangster is
speaking on our station.

When I got out,
they had me sweat it out.

Sweat it out?

Yeah, sweat it out means you
work for next to nothing.

They'd spent $2,000 for my lawyers.
It's normal.

Chico, you promised us a sensational
expose about organised crime.

You haven't done so yet.

It may be why there's no news
from your friend.

Are you waiting for your lawyer to
be present before you speak?

My lawyer? What do you think,
Mr. Lacroix?

Are you listening to me on the radio?
You want me to tell them

how we buy public servants?

Do you still want your
hospital permit?

You could give a job to Dr. Lavallee.
Doc, are you listening to me?

I thought Bedard had better
judgment than this.

If we don't stop this now,

we'll have a billion defamation
lawsuits tomorrow.

What's the number again?

After 15 years,
you still don't remember?

At this stage,
I don't remember anything.

274-4323.

You promised us

the name of the man who paid
you to kill Anastasia.

You're not answering?

I don't know him. All that
was arranged by Raoul.

You understand?
The gang from the States.

- Good evening, girls.
- Is what he's saying on the radio true?

Dirty rat!

It seems there are girls
you don't even pay.

They work just for their fix.

I'll rat on you.

We may be topless dancers,
but we're not idiots.

Listen to me, girls.
You've known me a long time.

I never lied to you.

I know Chico.
The last time I saw him,

he was just out of the
mental hospital.

Listen to him.

You'll see he's missing a screw
somewhere.

I suspected he'd been
pumped by somebody.

- I think the iron post loved it.
- The iron post, you say?

The iron post. The guy who represents
the big U.S. gang in Montreal.

- His name is Divalo.
- Divalo? Why do you call him...

I'll prove to you I'm clean.

You think the RCMP
will raid this place?

Let them come.

I want you all to stay here.
You too, Jean-Louis.

Answer all the questions they ask.

I have a clear conscience.

And you?
Will you stay, smart guy?

Well, I have to talk to lawyers.

I'll sue the station for
a million dollars!

Jean-Louis will stay.

You know that we are one
and the same.

- The dogs will arrest us.
- No.

They'll ask questions, but it's
obvious you're not on drugs.

Since there's no heroin here,
they'll release you.

To thank you for your services,
I'll give you 50 bucks each. Okay?

And you'll see that rather than harm
the agency, it'll be good exposure.

You'll work twice as much
as before, okay?

You were pretty good
in there with the girls.

Still, is it true what Chico says?

Yes,

don't you see I'm moving
all the stock out of here?

The police will hit a brick wall.

You still want me to stay here
and wait for them?

Listen, Jean-Louis.
You're a straight guy.

I trust you like a brother.

And the girls know nothing.

What do I tell the dogs?

- Goodbye, girls.
- Goodbye.

No, I worked in the library
in the pen.

The prison library was funny.

You'd take a book,
start to read it,

and just when you're getting
into a good love story, boing...

thirty pages were missing.

There was a book Gaby loved.

He never stopped talking about it.
It drove us nuts.

It was a book on beekeeping.

A singer came.

I don't know if you know her.
Nella Fargo.

She gave us quite a show.

No, we were at Leclerc.
It wasn't as strict.

You should have seen the
boners in the room.

The guys kept crossing and
uncrossing their legs.

There were a lot of fags, too.

They came in holding hands.

They'd sit and watch Nella, but
they really waited for the crooner.

Chico, I'm gonna go check
with the switchboard

and see if we have news from Gaby.

Gaby?

Yes.

I'll be right back.

I was still in Lachine
living at my parents'.

The news that I was in the mob
spread fast.

I was the only one on the street
who could leave his car unlocked.

There were these little toughs
in the neighbourhood

and I'd say, "Hey buddy,
go get me a Coke."

Then they went.

My Dad didn't know what I was doing.

He thought I just worked
as a waiter.

When I went to jail, I told him
I wouldn't do it again.

I acted like I'd learned my lesson.

Anyway, my Dad never thought
I was very bright.

How old are you now?

I'm 33.

I didn't always live in Lachine.

I was born on St. Joseph Boulevard.

A nice house, near Papineau.

With doctors and lawyers next door.

My Dad came from Lachine.
He was in business.

He sold chamois skins,
shammies.

He had a five-story warehouse on...

on McGill Street,
across from customs.

He rented it cheap.
It was about to be demolished.

At one point, his manager
made off with all the money.

Goddamn, did we ever take a dive.

I suppose you're the one who
supported your Dad then?

Well, his speciality was shammies.

So when he lost his business...
there wasn't much he could do.

He went to work in a grocery store,

handled the cash,
boxes, and the rest.

It didn't bring in much money.

Fortunately, we were a small family,
just me and my sister.

My sister worked as a topless
go-go dancer.

That's all she did. I didn't
want her to go further.

When guys hassled her
after the show,

she pushed them away.

Nobody touched her?

Nobody touched her,
I'm sure of that.

In short, you had
two sets of morals,

one for your sister
and one for you?

What are you saying?

I'm not moral?
I'm very fucking moral.

I always kept my word.

In jail, I never ratted on anybody.

I never talked,
even when the dogs

bashed me across the head
with telephone books.

I'm moral.
What's morality?

It's a goddamn patente à gosses.

It's the bosses' way of
working you to the bone.

"Hey Chico, you're a good guy."

"You're straight. Keep it up.
Stick with us and we'll go places."

But those bastards aren't straight
with you, not at all.

They're all part of the same gang.

You see them with judges,
lawyers, ministers.

Don't go near their tables when
they're having lunch with lawyers.

You'll shame them.

Excuse me, Mr. Bedard.

Bedard, are you there?

I was wondering...

Can I get a break?
Before, you kept interrupting me...

to run commercials.

We continue this program of
light pre-recorded music

with the participation of
Bob Dewey and his orchestra.

Goddamn it!

Chico Tremblay, come out!

- Let me talk to him.
- Why?

I made friends with him on the air,

and I think I can prevent a tragedy.

Okay. I can't give you orders, but
I'm not responsible for accidents.

Ladies and gentlemen, the police
are now surrounding the motel.

Lieutenant Talbot, who's in charge
of the operation,

has allowed me to ask
Chico to surrender.

I'll now approach his hideout.

Chico?
It's me, Yvan Bedard.

I don't recognise your voice!

Chico, are you armed?

Get closer so I can see you!

Come on.
It's me.

I've been talking to you all night.

Chico, you recognise me.

The police are your friends.

They're here to help you.

Just like me.

Come closer!