Paul Meurisse credited as playing...
Commissaire Blot
- Commissaire Blot: [after entering a restaurant following a shooting] Jacques Ribaldi, aka "Jacques the Lawyer" due to his law studies. He got a bellyful of slugs. Probably several shooters. He didn't have time to use this.
- [picks up Rinaldi's gun]
- Commissaire Blot: Maybe you had better luck?
- Alban: Always the joker, Inspector. You know I don't use a gun anymore.
- Commissaire Blot: Because all your enemies are dead.
- Alban: How can you say that?
- Commissaire Blot: Don't be too shocked. Besides, if Manouche is all right, that's all you care about, right? Come here, gentlemen. I suppose there were no customers tonight. Gentlemen, the food on the plates gives no indication of a hasty departure. Some were having appetizers, some dessert. Perfectly understandable. Maybe the Queen of England was hitchhiking nearby -- can't miss that. Meanwhile, here's Alban. He didn't see a thing. He was crouched behind the counter, chasing away flies. When he looked up, the bad guys who'd charged in for some unknown reason were gone. He couldn't say whether it was one man or a tribe of desert nomads, right?
- Alban: That's about right.
- Commissaire Blot: Malicious gossips might say Jacques was sweet on Manouche here, but what could that have to do with it? Manouche didn't see a thing. She was bent over the cash register. Here's the second bartender, Marcel Le Stéphanois, if memory serves. The sinister assailant scared Marcel so the he couldn't identify him now. He hid behind the counter. Our Marcel's a timid one. He didn't see a thing.
- Marcel le Stéphanois: That's amazing.
- Commissaire Blot: Take your time.
- Marcel le Stéphanois: My story exactly. It's like you were here.
- Commissaire Blot: Gentlemen, look how forthright and accommodating our witnesses are.
- Commissaire Blot: [sarcastically] Any village idiot could see that no one here saw a thing and they're not paid to know why the customers rushed out. Not everyone's born with an inquiring mind.
- Commissaire Blot: Gu has escaped. You know that. Gu means Manouche and Alban. You're with Paul - and Jacques, by extension. But Jacques was also with Manouche and Alban. So those stiffs, hanging around here, must have heard about Manouche. See my point?
- Jo Ricci: I hadn't thought of that.
- Commissaire Blot: Don't bother. I'm paid to think. Sometimes I can't stop. So our two altar boys hear that Manouche's man got plugged and figure a friendly visit to the widow might fatten their wallets. Off they go... only to run into Gu. We'll learn all the details later... maybe.
- Commissaire Blot: Go wherever you like. Sell everything. Find other people. Lead a different life. It would be better for you, Simone.
- Simone - dite 'Manouche': You know, it's kind of late for that now, Inspector.
- Commissaire Blot: For a woman like you? You're kidding.
- Commissaire Blot: Manouche, you know how I feel about this sort of thing. Lots of women would relish men killing each other over them. There's no greater homage.
- Simone - dite 'Manouche': I don't ask for that much.
- Commissaire Blot: Gu must have wondered who sent those two. I think those two softies spilled the beans. So your name came up. Gu couldn't be too happy seeing someone harassing Manouche.
- Jo Ricci: Gu is crazy!
- Commissaire Blot: Your kid doing okay in school?
- Jo Ricci: Yes. I'm sending him abroad to study.
- Commissaire Blot: Bravo! I hope you're alive at diploma time.
- Commissaire Blot: We're policemen, not magicians. If some little thing doesn't come along to help us, Gu will escape. End of story.
- Commissaire Blot: We taped it all.
- Gustave 'Gu' Minda: That's illegal! You hear me.
- Commissaire Blot: Everything's legal.
- Inspecteur Godefroy: The others aren't hiding.
- Commissaire Blot: WIth good reason. It's easier to find someone who's hiding. They lead an unusual life.
- Gustave 'Gu' Minda: Inspector, you make me laugh.
- Commissaire Blot: Enjoy it while your head's still on your shoulders.