Kill the Referee (1984) Movie Script
A CO-PRODUCTION
KILL THE REFEREE
BASED ON THE BOOK 'The Death Penalty'
BY ALFRED DRAPER
PUBLISHED IN GALLIMARD'S 'LA SERIE NOIRE'
ADAPTED BY
DIALOGUE BY
WITH
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
A FILM BY JEAN-PIERRE MOCKY
WHO PLAYS THE PART OF 'INSPECTOR GRANOWSKI'
PRODUCED BY
Sports. Honour to whom
honour is due: football first.
It's a key day in the championship.
We'll find out
who will be in the European Cup
next season.
Tonight, in our town,
quarter finals that have
football fans excited.
The stadium is full,
supporters in yellow and black...
Isn't my soup nice?
- What do you want then?
- I'd rather have salad.
Let's hear Mr Platina,
the team's coach.
My name is Platina. I coached
my players like purebreds...
Go, yellow team...
Go, yellow team...
Go, yellow and black team...
Go on, Rico, blow it,
it feels good!
A good spot in stand B!
I'm interested.
How much?
- 300 quid.
- Are you crazy?
It's sold out!
Don't you want to be there?
Alright then...
Give the money back or you've had it.
Quick.
Thank you.
It's the first time I thank a cop.
Don't force yourself, pal.
You've been driving around for hours.
Just park or we'll miss the match.
- There are cops everywhere!
- Never mind the cops, just park.
Move!
There's space left in the car park.
Go on, move,
I don't want this bus here.
Go, yellow team...
The supporters are here...
Oh, I'm sorry Your Eminence.
If you'll please allow me...
Little princess, after you.
Go, yellow team...
What about a sausage
in your bum, inspector?
- Damn fool!
- Leave it.
I'd rather they did this
than throw rocks.
There are 20,000 of them
and only 97 of us.
Including an intern.
That's what I call a balanced match.
80, yellow team or red team?
Wanna bet?
I don't give a fuck about sports.
You should.
Sport keeps you young.
Is that so?
Anyway, it was either that
or a rally at the Rex.
Looking at a worthless politician...
These swine go all the way, at least.
- Will you buy me a beer?
- I said we should bet!
No way.
Seriously, what keeps you here?
The newspaper?
Definitely not.
Initially, I thought there could
be more to a women's magazine
than problem pages.
This one is all sex pages.
The serious subjects 90 to the men.
The circulation is pathetic, too.
Why not live with me in Paris?
- So I can do your cleaning?
- No...
A big hairy lady does that for me.
You'd be there to make love to me
and nothing else.
Make love to the hairy lady!
I don't know why,
but I like you better.
We make love fine at my place.
Nonsense.
It takes me 3 hours to get here.
That's 3 hours less in bed.
Don't you realise what we're missing?
It must total at least...
Show-off!
The day after a match,
one of my ears always sleeps in.
Go, yellow team!
Look at these guys!
If they knew you're the referee...
There's no rush.
- Say, do you have 100 quid to spare?
- Again?
A homeless sister
without a boyfriend,
and money burns a hole
in her pocket, too.
Have you got 100 quid for me?
Otherwise I'll tell them
about a referee I know.
You remind me of geometry.
There's always a curve and a dot.
Look".
Beep beep!
Careful when you reverse
with the bus.
We almost crashed!
- Turn up the volume.
- What?
On my hearing aid!
- Like that?
- Pinballing, are you?
- Are you coming to my place later?
- I lent my motorbike.
- You can walk there.
- Alright.
- We could have a good time tonight.
- You pig!
- The disabled guy!
- That's nasty!
- He can't hear anyway.
- I can and it's enlightening.
Never mind, he's still good-looking.
He may be good-looking but he's
a pinball machine on the inside.
He goes "ding ding" and pounds.
But you don't care,
you have a nice ass!
I like you,
but basketball can't wait.
I hope it goes well, the referee
was such a prick last time!
The referee is always a prick!
He's so full of himself!
He can't hear or see a thing!
I hate being criticised
before it starts.
Women had better not be
too uptight tonight.
What with cars, TV and football,
you men have a lot less time for us.
That's all you talk about,
morning, noon and night.
Funny you're the one
writing about it!
- It'll be something.
- It's an article about supporters!
Well look at them!
It's a celebration for them.
It's their passion.
Like love.
It stirs you.
Especially men.
Look at the pancake!
They've got a new centre-forward.
Ben Nedin or something...
2 beers!
There's no centre-forwards here
so they get them from elsewhere.
- He isn't from here.
- He's good.
He's good, but he isn't from here!
Is it possible to bet on the match?
Of course, just be discreet...
Diego!
I have some guys for you!
Give me the money.
- How much?
- 100.
100 quid for him,
and 100 quid for me.
- Reds or yellows?
- Are you kidding? Yellows!
- And for me...
- 500 quid for him.
- Are you watching the match?
- No way. I'm staying here.
So you're leaving me
with the animals?
I'm the boss.
- Give me a can.
- Another one for me!
These cops, we got them!
Referee, referee,
show us your ass!
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here...
Ouch!
Is that cellulite?
You'll look like a trumpet soon!
You'd better grab your chance.
Once a week, he feels important.
It's nothing personal.
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here!
Aren't you tired of blowing that?
I could blow it all night, you cow!
I bet it's all you can do!
Hey, referee!
Give it back!
The ball!
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here!
Fuck you, referee!
Look at these morons clapping!
Penalty?
That's not a penalty!
- Fuck the referee!
- The ref is right, you maggots!
- You sound like a degenerate!
- Fuck the referee!
Who? Me?
He's calling me a degenerate!
I can see a degenerate right here!
Is he mad?
It wasn't Pascaly, it was that guy!
This jerk's crazy!
Fuck the referee!
Fuck the referee!
Your hobby's different.
Yes, dear madam, at sea,
no whistling, no shouting.
It's quiet.
Hurry up, they'll be back again
in 15 minutes!
Hello?
Hello? Philippon speaking.
Hello, inspector?
Yes?
You'd better come up, boss.
It's getting nasty!
- Alright, I'm coming.
- End of the dream, inspector.
That wasn't a penalty!
My bathrobe.
Here.
That was smart of you,
creating havoc with your penalty.
Don't you start!
You made them lose the European Cup!
So what?
What should I have done?
Not signal the foul?
Why do you even care?
Refereeing is like politics,
you should please the majority.
Yeah, right.
Refereeing the way it's done at home!
You just whistle
when the spectators shout.
I want to become
an international referee,
so I can't be a chicken.
- I know that. Blow your nose!
Let's do the second round tomorrow.
I've had enough for tonight.
- I'm fed up.
- What's this big cut?
What's that?
Wow, they really got you there!
I thought it was you at first.
Do you know scars look good on you?
I like lived-in faces.
If you like distress,
you'll be happy.
Because if you move to Paris,
you'll have to start over again.
If I start over...
If I start over, it will be alone.
A plunge should be taken alone.
Yes, but a pilot fish can help.
Hey, referee!
Fuck you, referee!
Go back where you came from!
- It's hard for the club.
- No kidding!
What a rotten referee!
I'll make you pay, you prick!
- It's all that bastard's fault.
- Son of a bitch!
The bastard will pay for his penalty.
There's no other exit, right?
Through the stands!
Careful, check the other side.
Fuck the referee!
Well, you've got your article.
- Violence, noise, blood.
- To be submitted while it's hot.
Wait.
There's a bunch of them outside.
They're waiting for you.
Shit, I need to get to the TV station
for a show on refereeing.
- Shall we go?
- Do you think it's dangerous?
Go and see for yourselves.
Fuck the referee!
Crowds are stupid.
They follow the maddest.
And there's always a mad guy.
Go back inside.
I'm Paulo.
I'm the club's physiotherapist.
I know a way out of here.
Come on.
You know how it goes: shouting
for 10 minutes, then a fight.
We won!
Shit!
They're taking the piss as well!
When you can't score, you shut up!
How much did that penalty cost you?
You shitheads!
Son of a bitch!
I'll get them!
Don't hold me back!
Leave them to me!
On top of the professional rioters,
amateurs are getting involved now!
I shouted at that penalty.
Tomorrow, I may admit you're right.
But I'll still say
you made a mistake.
Just because there are
a few hotheads...
And hooligans who came afterwards.
It was nice seeing you.
At last, someone who isn't screaming
at me!
- It was nice. Thanks.
- That's alright.
Careful.
They may still be waiting.
The lions are having a drink.
Thank you.
Hello.
- Hello, Martine.
- How are you?
I heard you had problems.
I hope it was nothing serious.
Well, over a ten-year career,
a referee makes
about 300,000 mortal enemies:
one for every whistle.
That's rather a lot!
Look at my hand...
Bastards!
Shit!
We've been had!
The European Cup...
Don't let it get you down!
Aren't we going to eat as usual?
Yes!
Fighting makes a man hungry.
Except that I can only afford
a piece of toast.
Don't worry, we'll settle it later.
Was that you farting?
Come on, Rico, don't sulk!
You're the funniest!
You're right, baby!
We won't let that bastard
get us down.
Let's eat!
Yummy scrummy.
I'd give anything in the world
to find that stupid referee.
Can we still have dinner this late?
- There are two of us...
- It's too late. We're not serving.
- Come on, let's go! I'm starving.
- We're having pizza!
Sit down!
Yeah!
Franceschi speaking, some tifosi
are wrecking my pizzeria.
It's not ready.
- What do you mean?
- It's not ready.
- It's frozen.
- You're not frozen!
- Go on, have a taste!
- You loser!
You beach Eskimo!
You impotent freak!
You whale-face!
You suburban Belgian!
You shit!
You shithead!
- You toad! You Inbred seaweed!
- Hey!
Look who's on TV!
The scumbag, there!
Turn the sound up!
90% of those who shout
don't know the rules.
Is he calling us stupid?
Shithead!
He's insulting us on top of it!
Something's missing on that set.
- What?
- Us!
- That's true.
- I dare you.
Hey, you!
Where's the TV station?
500 m away, by the shopping centre.
- Well, let's go!
- Let's go!
The referee has to be more strict.
- We're hungry, let's eat!
- Let's eat, at least.
- Let's make a digression.
- My God, is that necessary?
Stop it!
I was wondering:
you're not very well paid,
so it's not about the money.
No, certainly not.
Do you get any benefits in kind?
I do.
Sometimes I get...
tomatoes.
They're thrown so delicately!
Now that you've dazzled everyone,
let's go home.
I need to write my article.
- Please, silence!
- Be quiet!
- Fuck, be quiet!
- It says "No entry".
- Silence, please, sirs!
- There's the referee.
Let's strip him naked
and put the whistle up his ass!
He'll make bubbles.
We'll give him
a lesson to remember.
Not me!
No, stop!
Come on, you morons!
That's the referee leaving!
Which would you prefer:
TV or pizzeria?
- TV.
- OK, I'll take the pizzeria then.
Will you bring me a pizza?
If you bring me a picture
of a TV star.
Let's comb the area.
These idiots can't see us.
OK, we lost them,
but they can't be very far.
Keep looking.
We have to find them.
If you find them,
whistle, shout, whatever.
Play the trumpet!
Do like the army does: split up
and shout if you find them.
- Let's go.
- Let's go!
- Aren't you going?
- Yes, I'm going over there.
- The bastard broke my tooth.
- I'll strip his bitch naked.
I heard some noise up there!
You can't hear a thing
so just shut up.
That's nasty, Rico.
Come on, you!
Mayor!
You're not going to leave me alone,
are you?
Lads, don't be jerks!
Don't be jerks!
- Did you find him?
- No.
I'll check this way.
Shit.
What's wrong with this thing?
Did you find anything?
So?
- Did you find him?
- There you are. I'm looking for him.
Here are the cops.
Late, as usual.
I didn't come just for the match.
- Can't it wait 'til we get home?
- It's an emergency, doctor.
Your little ass...
- What's up?
- What's up?
- Over there, quick!
- Where?
- What's going on?
Was it the referee?
Yes, it was the referee!
- Let's call the police.
- No. Wait!
Making love in a warehouse: my dream!
If I had the dough,
I would fuck you at the Hilton.
But I don't have the dough,
and when I do I'll be too old.
Some cats beat us to it.
You're rather cute
without your whistle.
You make sweet love.
You know, purebreds...
need looking after.
They need to be caressed.
- Oh, caressed...
- To be spoken to softly.
You need to be nice, flatter them.
Maybe you want some hay too?
Careful, we're going to slip off.
Hey...
Looks like you're finding sports
exciting now.
The Hilton would be more comfortable.
I thought I'd find you dead.
Your agony is sweet.
You should knock before you come in.
I knock afterwards.
You learn more that way.
It would make things easier
if you told me what your plans are.
We're going home.
Some good news at last!
Lads, he's there!
I don't want to leave him alone!
No way!
- For Christ's sake, let go of me!
- Albert!
Let me stay with him!
I don't want him to be left alone.
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here...
Why the hell did he kill him?
Why?
We should get going.
- I'll kill the bastard!
- Meanwhile, the referee...
- It was the referee who...come on now.
Let go of me!
- Let go of me!
- Calm down!
I want to go to the cops
Stop it!
I know cops: it's useless.
- Let go of me!
- He's right.
Let go of me...let me go!
Listen, he's right:
going to the cops won't help.
There's no proof or witness,
so he'll deny it.
- He'll say it wasn't him.
- See what he did?
We need to find him.
He needs to confess
so that we can turn him in.
He'll tell the cops another story!
He'll pretend he's the victim!
But I want the guy!
I want him!
We'll bring him to you,
and you'll give him a hammering!
Even if you break his leg,
he won't be able to complain!
Why did he kill him?
Where will we find him?
Where will we find him?
At the stadium. We'll probably find
his address there.
We'll go to his place?
Yes, and wreck it.
Creating havoc on TV is a bit much.
They asked for it.
What if I swallowed you?
Swallowed you whole, eh?
Come on...
They're coming!
- Off we go!
- About time!
- What?
- Are you kidding?
Shut up now!
- Is he kidding?
- We won...
You're kidding, right?
Don't you mind
driving instead of him?
Of course I don't mind.
A yellow scarf,
fifteen guys chasing a referee,
one of them dies. Who did it?
- The referee.
No-
He was busy making-.
Come on, come on!
Are you out of your mind?
- The referee's address.
- I don't have it!
- Leave him to me.
- I'm calling the cops!
Are you insane?
Spit out that address, will you?
We'll search the office.
Don't do anything silly.
- It's expensive here!
- Really?
I get screwed in cat's piss
and then I get a hot dog!
Enjoy your meal anyway, everyone!
If he wants to shag you,
make him pay.
It'll cost you.
Alright, now stop.
There's a maitre d' for each client.
Isn't it a turn-off?
- It's bad for digestion.
- Where shall we go then?
To your place.
So I risk my life,
play the geisha in a warehouse,
and end up doing the cooking!
That's the best one yet!
Lads, I've got it!
You, write it down!
80... "May 4th Match,
referee: Maurice Bruneau."
His Paris address and here,
written in pencil:
"Ms Vannier's,
The Oaks,
"Boulevard Pasteur."
- Come on, lads, let's go!
Come on!
Let's go!
So are we eating at my place?
You decide.
I'm only the guest.
Shit!
My bag...
Poor old chap!
He got hit really hard!
The ref must have been scared
to hit him that way.
I'm scared too.
I'm fed up.
We came here for a match,
not a bullfight!
Fuck!
Get this fool out of here!
Come on, you twerps, get out!
- You too!
- I'm staying. I'm interested too.
Get off!
You'd better keep quiet, you swine!
Or you'll be hearing from me!
Yeah, sure...
- Who's paying for the train?
- Got any money?
Of course not.
Would you rather have it
smooth and gentle?
I'd like some kindness
for my first time.
Have you heard of that?
He'll pay for it!
Shit, this place is big!
- This is for the phone.
- So what?
We don't want to be disturbed
while we're here.
Go and get the tools from the bus!
Go on!
Now we need to find out
where he lives.
- Who?
- What do you mean "who"?
- The referee.
- Where is he?
Where's the ref?
He obviously stays somewhere.
You didn't think of that.
You're an idiot.
These blockhouses annoy me sometimes,
but tonight I like them.
Listen, I just got socked
and I'd like to put my shoes back on.
So your feelings...
Your sister seems to be in a very
conjugal relationship, doesn't she?
"Conjugal"?
Don't use such words, it's creepy.
Really!
Fucking elevator!
- Stop, I'm exhausted!
- Come on!
- Let's go see the warden.
- I'm exhausted.
- Excuse me, I've lost my dog.
- What do you want?
- What's this about?
- It's this big...
- I haven't seen any dogs.
- You must have!
And now, we'll spend a silent,
tender night together.
Nothing here.
Come with me.
We need to find them.
Martine Vannier!
You can't even see it, my big baby!
It's nothing!
If the boss saw you...
When you spend your life
making phones,
it keeps your spirits up
to destroy one once in a while.
There are enough
to really enjoy yourself here!
- What?
and disappear with his bird
when we were all here?
- He found a direct exit.
- There wasn't one!
Who cares?
That's not the problem.
Ms Vannier, I wanted to see you.
I'm really annoyed.
Do you know what your sister did?
Not yet.
She parked her moped
on my parking space.
If she does that again,
I'll get angry.
I'm tired of big fools
with little problems.
This isn't the place to pee.
I can't stand it!
Do you think I'll forget about
this parking business?
- Where are the keys?
- I can't find them.
What do you mean?
Where are Martine's little keys?
- Where could they be?
- They're not in my knickers...
You shouldn't pee in the elevator,
do you hear?
- Do you know Ms Vannier?
- Of course, but what for?
She's having a bash.
- Bash!
- Bash bash!
A "bash"?
Another noisy night?
But it won't be long.
- The top floor, on the right.
- OK. Now clear off.
Clear off.
Go on, clear off!
Lads, this way! The stairs!
Go, get in there.
What works best in you
is your stomach.
Nothing else?
Oh, what a nasty scratch!
Is that my only quality, darling?
Always fishing for compliments,
like an old toreador.
- Help me instead of cooking.
- OK, hold this then.
Thanks.
- There.
- Come on, cut it. Cut it now!
- Eggs and nursing don't agree.
- Go on, help me!
Where are we going?
Well, my old Maurice,
you should forget about
your previous mistresses,
because the new ones
don't like cooking.
You should call the hairy lady.
Will do. Next time I come,
she'll be in my suitcase.
Police.
Ms Vannier?
You're lucky.
Let's go.
Who did this to you?
Guys asking
for the referee's address.
- Did they get it?
- Yes.
- Where does he live?
- I don't know.
- Ask the managers.
- Right! They're sleeping.
- No. They're eating.
- Where?
At a restaurant,
I'm not sure which one.
- There are only 83...
- OK, let's go!
- Go on, kick down the door!
- Move out of the way.
Did you hear?
Yes, you can hear everything
in this building.
Rape!
It's on the right from the elevator,
not the staircase!
- Rape!
- "Rape"? Be modest,
you cow!
Look at yourselves in there.
She looks like my wife.
A real little bitch.
Well, yes:
in order to rape,
you need to be hard.
You dirty cow!
He said left... not right!
OK, eat, dance!
That's it, lads.
We just need to get in.
He's behind one of those doors.
Here. You forgot this.
He's there!
- No way!
- Those idiots are back.
Let a professional do it.
I had it reinforced.
- Go on, do it!
- I can't, it's reinforced.
It's not worth having
a 100-pound belly!
I'll find what's needed
to take this down!
Stay here, hide, and be discreet.
I'm off.
Anyone coming with me?
I'll come.
Are you coming?
- What's going on?
- He's in there.
- Maurice!
- What?
There's no dialling tone.
What if it was them?
They're just supporters.
It can't all be because of a penalty.
The phone line has been cutoff.
- Impossible. Give it to me.
- Look.
Wait.
No.
I have a math test tomorrow.
Bye.
Come on!
We can go.
- There's no one there.
- Go this way!
- Where are we headed?
- This way, 90 on!
Go on now!
What do you want?
We're from the TV.
Did you watch earlier?
The referee.
I think I recognised him.
Now we're going to film him
at his girlfriend's.
- That should be funny!
- I'll put the cable in the sheath.
So did you cut the phone line?
- No, it's working.
- Oh?
- Shall we check?
- Yes, please!
- Alright.
- OK. Thanks.
You're good.
I wouldn't have known what to say.
Are you coming?
What's going on over there?
Come and have a look!
She's complaining about the noise.
I understand her.
I'm telling you it's strange!
Look!
Really.
- What are you playing at?
- You'll see.
I'm going to make them react.
My, your ass...
Your breasts...
You have everything!
What about me?
Figure it out!
The lights went out!
Yeah.
Only on our side.
Here's the can opener.
This'll get rid of the door.
Look at what I found!
Look!
Knickers!
You should try them on.
Good idea.
Wait, hold on a second, baby.
Take this off.
Show me.
- It's cute, isn't it?
- Yeah.
Little bitch.
Let me go!
Let me go!
No!
Let me go!
Hey, you lead me on
and then you don't want to shag?
- Let me fuck you.
- Stop!
Show me your little ass.
There!
- Rico, look at this.
- Did you want to screw her?
What are you talking about?
She just slipped, I'll be right over.
Bring this to the skirmishers.
They need it.
Go on!
Stop messing around!
Do you think he'll fuck her?
What do you want, hey?
You little bitch!
Is it pretty boys
you're interested in?
- Have you seen how high this is?
- Just hold the ladder, will you?
They'll end up
busting that door open.
If only I lived one floor below...
Why?
There's a door leading outside.
- Have you got rope?
- I don't know.
- The one from your sailboard.
- I'll go see.
Maurice!
Maurice!
Go back!
Or else I'll knock you off!
I'll get you anyway, you shit.
Listen, you,
- What did he mean?
- I don't know.
Never heard about that guy.
If it's something serious,
they might want to kill you.
- You should go talk to them right away.
- To these madmen?
We're coming, don't worry.
We were lucky to find the managers.
It was easy,
they were in the best restaurant.
Is it his girlfriend's address?
Where else would we find him?
Oh, right, you saw them...
What a naughty intern!
Hello? We're driving towards
the Boulevard Pasteur.
Bring the bus in, will you?
- Isn't that over the top?
- Fuck you!
Can't you see, you idiot?
He's trying to get inside!
I can't.
- Of course you can.
- No, I can't.
It's the only way. I'll be here
to help, don't be scared.
It's impossible, it'll take too long.
That's enough, you're right.
Gus, Max, let's go one floor down!
- She was at the stadium bar.
- His daughter maybe?
- We don't want her.
- I want an advance.
There she is!
You're taking it out on a kid!
How brave!
You should put that amplifier
on your balls!
Careful!
Open the door!
We have to do something!
Don't you rush, there's time!
- My gosh!
- Quick! Come, Rico!
Let's look after this.
- Have a drink, Rico.
- Yes, have one.
- Give him a drink.
- You're kidding...
- And Cathy?
- She's hiding. We should too.
Let go of this shotgun!
Be careful, it's loaded!
- I don't care, you dirty fascist!
- You thug...
What are the police doing?
They're never here
when you need them, you know that!
They only have one bus!
- I heard you're going to resign.
- So what? You'll stay.
- An accident. Stop!
- What about the referee?
He can wait.
Stop, I beg you!
My husband, quick!
The driver got away!
There's nothing left to do.
I'll call for help.
I hope they won't be long.
Go that way!
It's over, Marcel.
Tell the cops everything
or you'll get done.
The cops?
Anytime!
Really?
Enough of this!
I didn't kill anyone.
- I don't know the guy.
I've never seen him!
Kill him!
Come on, knock him off!
Go on!
With the hose, go on!
What are you saying?
You didn't do it?
- Don't you let him go!
- You scumbag!
Albert!
They killed Albert.
Are you going into town?
Please!
Alright, get in.
It's between him and us.
If you need this to get it up,
I don't care.
What are you talking about?
The others don't know you,
but us factory guys do!
You used to do that alone.
Now you get other people to help!
Max, stop!
Hey...
Where exactly are you going?
The factory is open all night.
We may find someone.
Stop it!
It's over, the cops are here!
You're a pain, you bugger!
You bugger!
Enough, let go!
Stop it!
What took you so long?
- You're in no hurry!
- Stop it!
- You thug!
- Fuck you!
See what they've done?
Brutes! Savages!
You should've showed up earlier.
We're not supposed to intervene!
They take random shots or hide.
When there's no danger, how heroic!
Where are your friends?
I don't know!
OK, you take care of this lot.
I'll go and find them.
Nobody here.
I almost moved in
with a stuntman once.
You would've got bored.
Stuntmen have a humdrum life.
When I go and live in Paris with you,
we'll stop arguing.
Paris... Well, it didn't take much
to change your mind.
Just a bullfight.
I need a man, not a bureaucrat
with a whistle.
You passed the test.
Having a hard time together...
has brought us closer together.
Shit!
Help!
Help!
Rico!
Help me!
Don't move!
My friends are looking for you.
Do it yourself!
If you insist...
The bird goes first!
And then the hero,
like in the serials.
You and me
have something to settle.
I won't be greedy,
I'll share.
Aim well because if you miss me...
What do you want?
I'll smash your face in!
You bastard!
Right, just do it then!
I'll crack your skull!
You'll see!
Let go of that!
OK, OK.
We're glad you're with us.
This bastard killed
two of our friends.
This scumbag killed them.
What were they going to do?
Well, they only wanted to shout
at him.
Mess with him, strip him naked!
You filthy swine!
- Well, you know what it's like.
- No.
we really wanted to catch him.
And bring him to you.
By breaking everything,
hurting people,
sending the warden to the hospital?
OK, it wasn't smart,
but we'll pay the fine.
It won't be too much per person.
I killed no one.
I didn't even see the first one!
The other one just fell!
After shouting "scumbag",
as if he suspected something.
We caused a disturbance,
so now, it has to be us!
It's not as simple as you say.
I swear I'll shed light on this.
Getting friendly, are you?
It's always the same with cops.
They protect the big shots,
the titled.
Of course,
referees are in the Who's Who!
So you whistle-freaks
understand each other!
The referee killed them!
It was a tragedy for us.
We saw it, we witnessed it.
How awful!
What a scumbag that referee is!
I exist too!
I pay taxes.
Don't take me for a fool!
Defend me, policeman!
Enough bullshit.
The little guy with the trumpet
shouldn't be treated like a negro.
He killed them!
So do your job!
Or shall we do it for you?
I'm warning you!
Come on, just pick him up.
Put down your gun or I'll shoot you!
- Where does this road 90?
- How would I know?
Don't get angry,
just get moving.
Stop, Rico!
I won't help you again.
Rico's had it!
Rico won't go to the stadium again!
Whereas that one...
will keep getting medals.
He'll keep whistling.
He'll keep laying down the law.
He'll kill us!
I'm fed up because all Rico has to do
is sit in the stand
and say: "Fuck the referee!"
That's over!
The next day,
we'd talk about it over coffee
and they'd say:
"Rico, you're a fool."
Well no!
Because I'm the best,
me, Rico!
- We need to find a hospital first.
- Yeah...
I'd like to find a gun
so I could stop that jerk.
- Why didn't you jump?
- The door was jammed.
See, I shook them off.
So we deserve a big hug.
Happy now?
All this over a penalty...
Run, Rico, run!
Hey!
Go, idiots!
Go, idiots, go!
KILL THE REFEREE
BASED ON THE BOOK 'The Death Penalty'
BY ALFRED DRAPER
PUBLISHED IN GALLIMARD'S 'LA SERIE NOIRE'
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Sports. Honour to whom
honour is due: football first.
It's a key day in the championship.
We'll find out
who will be in the European Cup
next season.
Tonight, in our town,
quarter finals that have
football fans excited.
The stadium is full,
supporters in yellow and black...
Isn't my soup nice?
- What do you want then?
- I'd rather have salad.
Let's hear Mr Platina,
the team's coach.
My name is Platina. I coached
my players like purebreds...
Go, yellow team...
Go, yellow team...
Go, yellow and black team...
Go on, Rico, blow it,
it feels good!
A good spot in stand B!
I'm interested.
How much?
- 300 quid.
- Are you crazy?
It's sold out!
Don't you want to be there?
Alright then...
Give the money back or you've had it.
Quick.
Thank you.
It's the first time I thank a cop.
Don't force yourself, pal.
You've been driving around for hours.
Just park or we'll miss the match.
- There are cops everywhere!
- Never mind the cops, just park.
Move!
There's space left in the car park.
Go on, move,
I don't want this bus here.
Go, yellow team...
The supporters are here...
Oh, I'm sorry Your Eminence.
If you'll please allow me...
Little princess, after you.
Go, yellow team...
What about a sausage
in your bum, inspector?
- Damn fool!
- Leave it.
I'd rather they did this
than throw rocks.
There are 20,000 of them
and only 97 of us.
Including an intern.
That's what I call a balanced match.
80, yellow team or red team?
Wanna bet?
I don't give a fuck about sports.
You should.
Sport keeps you young.
Is that so?
Anyway, it was either that
or a rally at the Rex.
Looking at a worthless politician...
These swine go all the way, at least.
- Will you buy me a beer?
- I said we should bet!
No way.
Seriously, what keeps you here?
The newspaper?
Definitely not.
Initially, I thought there could
be more to a women's magazine
than problem pages.
This one is all sex pages.
The serious subjects 90 to the men.
The circulation is pathetic, too.
Why not live with me in Paris?
- So I can do your cleaning?
- No...
A big hairy lady does that for me.
You'd be there to make love to me
and nothing else.
Make love to the hairy lady!
I don't know why,
but I like you better.
We make love fine at my place.
Nonsense.
It takes me 3 hours to get here.
That's 3 hours less in bed.
Don't you realise what we're missing?
It must total at least...
Show-off!
The day after a match,
one of my ears always sleeps in.
Go, yellow team!
Look at these guys!
If they knew you're the referee...
There's no rush.
- Say, do you have 100 quid to spare?
- Again?
A homeless sister
without a boyfriend,
and money burns a hole
in her pocket, too.
Have you got 100 quid for me?
Otherwise I'll tell them
about a referee I know.
You remind me of geometry.
There's always a curve and a dot.
Look".
Beep beep!
Careful when you reverse
with the bus.
We almost crashed!
- Turn up the volume.
- What?
On my hearing aid!
- Like that?
- Pinballing, are you?
- Are you coming to my place later?
- I lent my motorbike.
- You can walk there.
- Alright.
- We could have a good time tonight.
- You pig!
- The disabled guy!
- That's nasty!
- He can't hear anyway.
- I can and it's enlightening.
Never mind, he's still good-looking.
He may be good-looking but he's
a pinball machine on the inside.
He goes "ding ding" and pounds.
But you don't care,
you have a nice ass!
I like you,
but basketball can't wait.
I hope it goes well, the referee
was such a prick last time!
The referee is always a prick!
He's so full of himself!
He can't hear or see a thing!
I hate being criticised
before it starts.
Women had better not be
too uptight tonight.
What with cars, TV and football,
you men have a lot less time for us.
That's all you talk about,
morning, noon and night.
Funny you're the one
writing about it!
- It'll be something.
- It's an article about supporters!
Well look at them!
It's a celebration for them.
It's their passion.
Like love.
It stirs you.
Especially men.
Look at the pancake!
They've got a new centre-forward.
Ben Nedin or something...
2 beers!
There's no centre-forwards here
so they get them from elsewhere.
- He isn't from here.
- He's good.
He's good, but he isn't from here!
Is it possible to bet on the match?
Of course, just be discreet...
Diego!
I have some guys for you!
Give me the money.
- How much?
- 100.
100 quid for him,
and 100 quid for me.
- Reds or yellows?
- Are you kidding? Yellows!
- And for me...
- 500 quid for him.
- Are you watching the match?
- No way. I'm staying here.
So you're leaving me
with the animals?
I'm the boss.
- Give me a can.
- Another one for me!
These cops, we got them!
Referee, referee,
show us your ass!
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here...
Ouch!
Is that cellulite?
You'll look like a trumpet soon!
You'd better grab your chance.
Once a week, he feels important.
It's nothing personal.
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here!
Aren't you tired of blowing that?
I could blow it all night, you cow!
I bet it's all you can do!
Hey, referee!
Give it back!
The ball!
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here!
Fuck you, referee!
Look at these morons clapping!
Penalty?
That's not a penalty!
- Fuck the referee!
- The ref is right, you maggots!
- You sound like a degenerate!
- Fuck the referee!
Who? Me?
He's calling me a degenerate!
I can see a degenerate right here!
Is he mad?
It wasn't Pascaly, it was that guy!
This jerk's crazy!
Fuck the referee!
Fuck the referee!
Your hobby's different.
Yes, dear madam, at sea,
no whistling, no shouting.
It's quiet.
Hurry up, they'll be back again
in 15 minutes!
Hello?
Hello? Philippon speaking.
Hello, inspector?
Yes?
You'd better come up, boss.
It's getting nasty!
- Alright, I'm coming.
- End of the dream, inspector.
That wasn't a penalty!
My bathrobe.
Here.
That was smart of you,
creating havoc with your penalty.
Don't you start!
You made them lose the European Cup!
So what?
What should I have done?
Not signal the foul?
Why do you even care?
Refereeing is like politics,
you should please the majority.
Yeah, right.
Refereeing the way it's done at home!
You just whistle
when the spectators shout.
I want to become
an international referee,
so I can't be a chicken.
- I know that. Blow your nose!
Let's do the second round tomorrow.
I've had enough for tonight.
- I'm fed up.
- What's this big cut?
What's that?
Wow, they really got you there!
I thought it was you at first.
Do you know scars look good on you?
I like lived-in faces.
If you like distress,
you'll be happy.
Because if you move to Paris,
you'll have to start over again.
If I start over...
If I start over, it will be alone.
A plunge should be taken alone.
Yes, but a pilot fish can help.
Hey, referee!
Fuck you, referee!
Go back where you came from!
- It's hard for the club.
- No kidding!
What a rotten referee!
I'll make you pay, you prick!
- It's all that bastard's fault.
- Son of a bitch!
The bastard will pay for his penalty.
There's no other exit, right?
Through the stands!
Careful, check the other side.
Fuck the referee!
Well, you've got your article.
- Violence, noise, blood.
- To be submitted while it's hot.
Wait.
There's a bunch of them outside.
They're waiting for you.
Shit, I need to get to the TV station
for a show on refereeing.
- Shall we go?
- Do you think it's dangerous?
Go and see for yourselves.
Fuck the referee!
Crowds are stupid.
They follow the maddest.
And there's always a mad guy.
Go back inside.
I'm Paulo.
I'm the club's physiotherapist.
I know a way out of here.
Come on.
You know how it goes: shouting
for 10 minutes, then a fight.
We won!
Shit!
They're taking the piss as well!
When you can't score, you shut up!
How much did that penalty cost you?
You shitheads!
Son of a bitch!
I'll get them!
Don't hold me back!
Leave them to me!
On top of the professional rioters,
amateurs are getting involved now!
I shouted at that penalty.
Tomorrow, I may admit you're right.
But I'll still say
you made a mistake.
Just because there are
a few hotheads...
And hooligans who came afterwards.
It was nice seeing you.
At last, someone who isn't screaming
at me!
- It was nice. Thanks.
- That's alright.
Careful.
They may still be waiting.
The lions are having a drink.
Thank you.
Hello.
- Hello, Martine.
- How are you?
I heard you had problems.
I hope it was nothing serious.
Well, over a ten-year career,
a referee makes
about 300,000 mortal enemies:
one for every whistle.
That's rather a lot!
Look at my hand...
Bastards!
Shit!
We've been had!
The European Cup...
Don't let it get you down!
Aren't we going to eat as usual?
Yes!
Fighting makes a man hungry.
Except that I can only afford
a piece of toast.
Don't worry, we'll settle it later.
Was that you farting?
Come on, Rico, don't sulk!
You're the funniest!
You're right, baby!
We won't let that bastard
get us down.
Let's eat!
Yummy scrummy.
I'd give anything in the world
to find that stupid referee.
Can we still have dinner this late?
- There are two of us...
- It's too late. We're not serving.
- Come on, let's go! I'm starving.
- We're having pizza!
Sit down!
Yeah!
Franceschi speaking, some tifosi
are wrecking my pizzeria.
It's not ready.
- What do you mean?
- It's not ready.
- It's frozen.
- You're not frozen!
- Go on, have a taste!
- You loser!
You beach Eskimo!
You impotent freak!
You whale-face!
You suburban Belgian!
You shit!
You shithead!
- You toad! You Inbred seaweed!
- Hey!
Look who's on TV!
The scumbag, there!
Turn the sound up!
90% of those who shout
don't know the rules.
Is he calling us stupid?
Shithead!
He's insulting us on top of it!
Something's missing on that set.
- What?
- Us!
- That's true.
- I dare you.
Hey, you!
Where's the TV station?
500 m away, by the shopping centre.
- Well, let's go!
- Let's go!
The referee has to be more strict.
- We're hungry, let's eat!
- Let's eat, at least.
- Let's make a digression.
- My God, is that necessary?
Stop it!
I was wondering:
you're not very well paid,
so it's not about the money.
No, certainly not.
Do you get any benefits in kind?
I do.
Sometimes I get...
tomatoes.
They're thrown so delicately!
Now that you've dazzled everyone,
let's go home.
I need to write my article.
- Please, silence!
- Be quiet!
- Fuck, be quiet!
- It says "No entry".
- Silence, please, sirs!
- There's the referee.
Let's strip him naked
and put the whistle up his ass!
He'll make bubbles.
We'll give him
a lesson to remember.
Not me!
No, stop!
Come on, you morons!
That's the referee leaving!
Which would you prefer:
TV or pizzeria?
- TV.
- OK, I'll take the pizzeria then.
Will you bring me a pizza?
If you bring me a picture
of a TV star.
Let's comb the area.
These idiots can't see us.
OK, we lost them,
but they can't be very far.
Keep looking.
We have to find them.
If you find them,
whistle, shout, whatever.
Play the trumpet!
Do like the army does: split up
and shout if you find them.
- Let's go.
- Let's go!
- Aren't you going?
- Yes, I'm going over there.
- The bastard broke my tooth.
- I'll strip his bitch naked.
I heard some noise up there!
You can't hear a thing
so just shut up.
That's nasty, Rico.
Come on, you!
Mayor!
You're not going to leave me alone,
are you?
Lads, don't be jerks!
Don't be jerks!
- Did you find him?
- No.
I'll check this way.
Shit.
What's wrong with this thing?
Did you find anything?
So?
- Did you find him?
- There you are. I'm looking for him.
Here are the cops.
Late, as usual.
I didn't come just for the match.
- Can't it wait 'til we get home?
- It's an emergency, doctor.
Your little ass...
- What's up?
- What's up?
- Over there, quick!
- Where?
- What's going on?
Was it the referee?
Yes, it was the referee!
- Let's call the police.
- No. Wait!
Making love in a warehouse: my dream!
If I had the dough,
I would fuck you at the Hilton.
But I don't have the dough,
and when I do I'll be too old.
Some cats beat us to it.
You're rather cute
without your whistle.
You make sweet love.
You know, purebreds...
need looking after.
They need to be caressed.
- Oh, caressed...
- To be spoken to softly.
You need to be nice, flatter them.
Maybe you want some hay too?
Careful, we're going to slip off.
Hey...
Looks like you're finding sports
exciting now.
The Hilton would be more comfortable.
I thought I'd find you dead.
Your agony is sweet.
You should knock before you come in.
I knock afterwards.
You learn more that way.
It would make things easier
if you told me what your plans are.
We're going home.
Some good news at last!
Lads, he's there!
I don't want to leave him alone!
No way!
- For Christ's sake, let go of me!
- Albert!
Let me stay with him!
I don't want him to be left alone.
Go, yellow team,
the supporters are here...
Why the hell did he kill him?
Why?
We should get going.
- I'll kill the bastard!
- Meanwhile, the referee...
- It was the referee who...come on now.
Let go of me!
- Let go of me!
- Calm down!
I want to go to the cops
Stop it!
I know cops: it's useless.
- Let go of me!
- He's right.
Let go of me...let me go!
Listen, he's right:
going to the cops won't help.
There's no proof or witness,
so he'll deny it.
- He'll say it wasn't him.
- See what he did?
We need to find him.
He needs to confess
so that we can turn him in.
He'll tell the cops another story!
He'll pretend he's the victim!
But I want the guy!
I want him!
We'll bring him to you,
and you'll give him a hammering!
Even if you break his leg,
he won't be able to complain!
Why did he kill him?
Where will we find him?
Where will we find him?
At the stadium. We'll probably find
his address there.
We'll go to his place?
Yes, and wreck it.
Creating havoc on TV is a bit much.
They asked for it.
What if I swallowed you?
Swallowed you whole, eh?
Come on...
They're coming!
- Off we go!
- About time!
- What?
- Are you kidding?
Shut up now!
- Is he kidding?
- We won...
You're kidding, right?
Don't you mind
driving instead of him?
Of course I don't mind.
A yellow scarf,
fifteen guys chasing a referee,
one of them dies. Who did it?
- The referee.
No-
He was busy making-.
Come on, come on!
Are you out of your mind?
- The referee's address.
- I don't have it!
- Leave him to me.
- I'm calling the cops!
Are you insane?
Spit out that address, will you?
We'll search the office.
Don't do anything silly.
- It's expensive here!
- Really?
I get screwed in cat's piss
and then I get a hot dog!
Enjoy your meal anyway, everyone!
If he wants to shag you,
make him pay.
It'll cost you.
Alright, now stop.
There's a maitre d' for each client.
Isn't it a turn-off?
- It's bad for digestion.
- Where shall we go then?
To your place.
So I risk my life,
play the geisha in a warehouse,
and end up doing the cooking!
That's the best one yet!
Lads, I've got it!
You, write it down!
80... "May 4th Match,
referee: Maurice Bruneau."
His Paris address and here,
written in pencil:
"Ms Vannier's,
The Oaks,
"Boulevard Pasteur."
- Come on, lads, let's go!
Come on!
Let's go!
So are we eating at my place?
You decide.
I'm only the guest.
Shit!
My bag...
Poor old chap!
He got hit really hard!
The ref must have been scared
to hit him that way.
I'm scared too.
I'm fed up.
We came here for a match,
not a bullfight!
Fuck!
Get this fool out of here!
Come on, you twerps, get out!
- You too!
- I'm staying. I'm interested too.
Get off!
You'd better keep quiet, you swine!
Or you'll be hearing from me!
Yeah, sure...
- Who's paying for the train?
- Got any money?
Of course not.
Would you rather have it
smooth and gentle?
I'd like some kindness
for my first time.
Have you heard of that?
He'll pay for it!
Shit, this place is big!
- This is for the phone.
- So what?
We don't want to be disturbed
while we're here.
Go and get the tools from the bus!
Go on!
Now we need to find out
where he lives.
- Who?
- What do you mean "who"?
- The referee.
- Where is he?
Where's the ref?
He obviously stays somewhere.
You didn't think of that.
You're an idiot.
These blockhouses annoy me sometimes,
but tonight I like them.
Listen, I just got socked
and I'd like to put my shoes back on.
So your feelings...
Your sister seems to be in a very
conjugal relationship, doesn't she?
"Conjugal"?
Don't use such words, it's creepy.
Really!
Fucking elevator!
- Stop, I'm exhausted!
- Come on!
- Let's go see the warden.
- I'm exhausted.
- Excuse me, I've lost my dog.
- What do you want?
- What's this about?
- It's this big...
- I haven't seen any dogs.
- You must have!
And now, we'll spend a silent,
tender night together.
Nothing here.
Come with me.
We need to find them.
Martine Vannier!
You can't even see it, my big baby!
It's nothing!
If the boss saw you...
When you spend your life
making phones,
it keeps your spirits up
to destroy one once in a while.
There are enough
to really enjoy yourself here!
- What?
and disappear with his bird
when we were all here?
- He found a direct exit.
- There wasn't one!
Who cares?
That's not the problem.
Ms Vannier, I wanted to see you.
I'm really annoyed.
Do you know what your sister did?
Not yet.
She parked her moped
on my parking space.
If she does that again,
I'll get angry.
I'm tired of big fools
with little problems.
This isn't the place to pee.
I can't stand it!
Do you think I'll forget about
this parking business?
- Where are the keys?
- I can't find them.
What do you mean?
Where are Martine's little keys?
- Where could they be?
- They're not in my knickers...
You shouldn't pee in the elevator,
do you hear?
- Do you know Ms Vannier?
- Of course, but what for?
She's having a bash.
- Bash!
- Bash bash!
A "bash"?
Another noisy night?
But it won't be long.
- The top floor, on the right.
- OK. Now clear off.
Clear off.
Go on, clear off!
Lads, this way! The stairs!
Go, get in there.
What works best in you
is your stomach.
Nothing else?
Oh, what a nasty scratch!
Is that my only quality, darling?
Always fishing for compliments,
like an old toreador.
- Help me instead of cooking.
- OK, hold this then.
Thanks.
- There.
- Come on, cut it. Cut it now!
- Eggs and nursing don't agree.
- Go on, help me!
Where are we going?
Well, my old Maurice,
you should forget about
your previous mistresses,
because the new ones
don't like cooking.
You should call the hairy lady.
Will do. Next time I come,
she'll be in my suitcase.
Police.
Ms Vannier?
You're lucky.
Let's go.
Who did this to you?
Guys asking
for the referee's address.
- Did they get it?
- Yes.
- Where does he live?
- I don't know.
- Ask the managers.
- Right! They're sleeping.
- No. They're eating.
- Where?
At a restaurant,
I'm not sure which one.
- There are only 83...
- OK, let's go!
- Go on, kick down the door!
- Move out of the way.
Did you hear?
Yes, you can hear everything
in this building.
Rape!
It's on the right from the elevator,
not the staircase!
- Rape!
- "Rape"? Be modest,
you cow!
Look at yourselves in there.
She looks like my wife.
A real little bitch.
Well, yes:
in order to rape,
you need to be hard.
You dirty cow!
He said left... not right!
OK, eat, dance!
That's it, lads.
We just need to get in.
He's behind one of those doors.
Here. You forgot this.
He's there!
- No way!
- Those idiots are back.
Let a professional do it.
I had it reinforced.
- Go on, do it!
- I can't, it's reinforced.
It's not worth having
a 100-pound belly!
I'll find what's needed
to take this down!
Stay here, hide, and be discreet.
I'm off.
Anyone coming with me?
I'll come.
Are you coming?
- What's going on?
- He's in there.
- Maurice!
- What?
There's no dialling tone.
What if it was them?
They're just supporters.
It can't all be because of a penalty.
The phone line has been cutoff.
- Impossible. Give it to me.
- Look.
Wait.
No.
I have a math test tomorrow.
Bye.
Come on!
We can go.
- There's no one there.
- Go this way!
- Where are we headed?
- This way, 90 on!
Go on now!
What do you want?
We're from the TV.
Did you watch earlier?
The referee.
I think I recognised him.
Now we're going to film him
at his girlfriend's.
- That should be funny!
- I'll put the cable in the sheath.
So did you cut the phone line?
- No, it's working.
- Oh?
- Shall we check?
- Yes, please!
- Alright.
- OK. Thanks.
You're good.
I wouldn't have known what to say.
Are you coming?
What's going on over there?
Come and have a look!
She's complaining about the noise.
I understand her.
I'm telling you it's strange!
Look!
Really.
- What are you playing at?
- You'll see.
I'm going to make them react.
My, your ass...
Your breasts...
You have everything!
What about me?
Figure it out!
The lights went out!
Yeah.
Only on our side.
Here's the can opener.
This'll get rid of the door.
Look at what I found!
Look!
Knickers!
You should try them on.
Good idea.
Wait, hold on a second, baby.
Take this off.
Show me.
- It's cute, isn't it?
- Yeah.
Little bitch.
Let me go!
Let me go!
No!
Let me go!
Hey, you lead me on
and then you don't want to shag?
- Let me fuck you.
- Stop!
Show me your little ass.
There!
- Rico, look at this.
- Did you want to screw her?
What are you talking about?
She just slipped, I'll be right over.
Bring this to the skirmishers.
They need it.
Go on!
Stop messing around!
Do you think he'll fuck her?
What do you want, hey?
You little bitch!
Is it pretty boys
you're interested in?
- Have you seen how high this is?
- Just hold the ladder, will you?
They'll end up
busting that door open.
If only I lived one floor below...
Why?
There's a door leading outside.
- Have you got rope?
- I don't know.
- The one from your sailboard.
- I'll go see.
Maurice!
Maurice!
Go back!
Or else I'll knock you off!
I'll get you anyway, you shit.
Listen, you,
- What did he mean?
- I don't know.
Never heard about that guy.
If it's something serious,
they might want to kill you.
- You should go talk to them right away.
- To these madmen?
We're coming, don't worry.
We were lucky to find the managers.
It was easy,
they were in the best restaurant.
Is it his girlfriend's address?
Where else would we find him?
Oh, right, you saw them...
What a naughty intern!
Hello? We're driving towards
the Boulevard Pasteur.
Bring the bus in, will you?
- Isn't that over the top?
- Fuck you!
Can't you see, you idiot?
He's trying to get inside!
I can't.
- Of course you can.
- No, I can't.
It's the only way. I'll be here
to help, don't be scared.
It's impossible, it'll take too long.
That's enough, you're right.
Gus, Max, let's go one floor down!
- She was at the stadium bar.
- His daughter maybe?
- We don't want her.
- I want an advance.
There she is!
You're taking it out on a kid!
How brave!
You should put that amplifier
on your balls!
Careful!
Open the door!
We have to do something!
Don't you rush, there's time!
- My gosh!
- Quick! Come, Rico!
Let's look after this.
- Have a drink, Rico.
- Yes, have one.
- Give him a drink.
- You're kidding...
- And Cathy?
- She's hiding. We should too.
Let go of this shotgun!
Be careful, it's loaded!
- I don't care, you dirty fascist!
- You thug...
What are the police doing?
They're never here
when you need them, you know that!
They only have one bus!
- I heard you're going to resign.
- So what? You'll stay.
- An accident. Stop!
- What about the referee?
He can wait.
Stop, I beg you!
My husband, quick!
The driver got away!
There's nothing left to do.
I'll call for help.
I hope they won't be long.
Go that way!
It's over, Marcel.
Tell the cops everything
or you'll get done.
The cops?
Anytime!
Really?
Enough of this!
I didn't kill anyone.
- I don't know the guy.
I've never seen him!
Kill him!
Come on, knock him off!
Go on!
With the hose, go on!
What are you saying?
You didn't do it?
- Don't you let him go!
- You scumbag!
Albert!
They killed Albert.
Are you going into town?
Please!
Alright, get in.
It's between him and us.
If you need this to get it up,
I don't care.
What are you talking about?
The others don't know you,
but us factory guys do!
You used to do that alone.
Now you get other people to help!
Max, stop!
Hey...
Where exactly are you going?
The factory is open all night.
We may find someone.
Stop it!
It's over, the cops are here!
You're a pain, you bugger!
You bugger!
Enough, let go!
Stop it!
What took you so long?
- You're in no hurry!
- Stop it!
- You thug!
- Fuck you!
See what they've done?
Brutes! Savages!
You should've showed up earlier.
We're not supposed to intervene!
They take random shots or hide.
When there's no danger, how heroic!
Where are your friends?
I don't know!
OK, you take care of this lot.
I'll go and find them.
Nobody here.
I almost moved in
with a stuntman once.
You would've got bored.
Stuntmen have a humdrum life.
When I go and live in Paris with you,
we'll stop arguing.
Paris... Well, it didn't take much
to change your mind.
Just a bullfight.
I need a man, not a bureaucrat
with a whistle.
You passed the test.
Having a hard time together...
has brought us closer together.
Shit!
Help!
Help!
Rico!
Help me!
Don't move!
My friends are looking for you.
Do it yourself!
If you insist...
The bird goes first!
And then the hero,
like in the serials.
You and me
have something to settle.
I won't be greedy,
I'll share.
Aim well because if you miss me...
What do you want?
I'll smash your face in!
You bastard!
Right, just do it then!
I'll crack your skull!
You'll see!
Let go of that!
OK, OK.
We're glad you're with us.
This bastard killed
two of our friends.
This scumbag killed them.
What were they going to do?
Well, they only wanted to shout
at him.
Mess with him, strip him naked!
You filthy swine!
- Well, you know what it's like.
- No.
we really wanted to catch him.
And bring him to you.
By breaking everything,
hurting people,
sending the warden to the hospital?
OK, it wasn't smart,
but we'll pay the fine.
It won't be too much per person.
I killed no one.
I didn't even see the first one!
The other one just fell!
After shouting "scumbag",
as if he suspected something.
We caused a disturbance,
so now, it has to be us!
It's not as simple as you say.
I swear I'll shed light on this.
Getting friendly, are you?
It's always the same with cops.
They protect the big shots,
the titled.
Of course,
referees are in the Who's Who!
So you whistle-freaks
understand each other!
The referee killed them!
It was a tragedy for us.
We saw it, we witnessed it.
How awful!
What a scumbag that referee is!
I exist too!
I pay taxes.
Don't take me for a fool!
Defend me, policeman!
Enough bullshit.
The little guy with the trumpet
shouldn't be treated like a negro.
He killed them!
So do your job!
Or shall we do it for you?
I'm warning you!
Come on, just pick him up.
Put down your gun or I'll shoot you!
- Where does this road 90?
- How would I know?
Don't get angry,
just get moving.
Stop, Rico!
I won't help you again.
Rico's had it!
Rico won't go to the stadium again!
Whereas that one...
will keep getting medals.
He'll keep whistling.
He'll keep laying down the law.
He'll kill us!
I'm fed up because all Rico has to do
is sit in the stand
and say: "Fuck the referee!"
That's over!
The next day,
we'd talk about it over coffee
and they'd say:
"Rico, you're a fool."
Well no!
Because I'm the best,
me, Rico!
- We need to find a hospital first.
- Yeah...
I'd like to find a gun
so I could stop that jerk.
- Why didn't you jump?
- The door was jammed.
See, I shook them off.
So we deserve a big hug.
Happy now?
All this over a penalty...
Run, Rico, run!
Hey!
Go, idiots!
Go, idiots, go!