jean vicquemare

Yes. You're *sorry*. You're the sorriest cop who ever lived. Nothing has changed, Harry. I've heard this *repentance* shit a million times over.

I do. You drove it into the water. Everyone on this street saw you do it. It's going to be a local landmark too -- on the brochure. Thank you for fucking us, Harry.

Nothing *works* for me, that's the problem, buddy.

Oh, it's you, you eccentric genius. (He winks at you sarcastically.)

Yes. You're *sorry*. You're the sorriest cop who ever lived. Nothing has changed, Harry. I've heard this *repentance* shit a million times over.

Fucking deranged lunatic... (The sunglass-wearing man pushes through his teeth.)

A cover-up -- where the author of the cover-up is the perp? Makes sense.
(‟I know, right? But what's the motive?”)
You don't have a motive? Then the double cover-up seems too neat.

Not as famous as you, superstar. (He says without the slightest hint of irony.)

You really are a lefty dink.

I'm not busy, you're not busy, let's just play around!

With all due respect, lieutenant -- you're *bewitched by the shitkid*. It happens. What doesn't happen is a cop wiping his own memory to solve a case.

Okay, okay! (The man sounds genuinely excited.)

Yes, you *taught gym* in Couron. I believe that's the term? Taught gym at a high school. You were a high school gym teacher.

Fucking *politics* again... You know what I'm more interested in?
(‟No.”)
You solving the case you're on. (He takes a quick breath.) I'm passionate about that. So maybe -- get to it?

Fucking Harry... Fuck you for bringing this kid with you. It's *only* because he's defending you -- it's the *only* reason you're not staying here to die.
(ESPRIT DE CORPS - It's more than that. He just can't. One final time...)

Okay, superstar. Talk to me, what do you want? You want a pat on the back?

Good job, that was very close. (He now speaks with the tone of a mother helping her kid take first steps.) Maybe try again?

Host in heaven, did he lose his gun *and* his mind?

They're going to fuck us to death.

None of this is funny! It's fucking sad, that's what it is. He's a cop. He's one of us, goddamn this...

(‟Fine”.)
No, not entirely. (It's impossible to say what his eyes behind the shades are doing.)

Stupid is a gross understatement.

(He's doing a weird dance imitation with his elbows.)

(‟99,999,999.9th?”)
That's... (The man looks extremely surprised.) ...exactly right! Down to a fraction.

Fucking deranged lunatic... (The sunglass-wearing man pushes through his teeth.)

Dick fucking Mullen, who do you think?

Fuck you, you're part of this shit-show.

Fuck you, you're part of this shit-show.

Oh, I wish I could, I wish I could... (he spreads his arms and shrugs.) Unfortunately I'm a neck and chin nurse. What you need is a head nurse. Sorry I couldn't help you out, buddy.

Fuck Jean Vicquemare -- that's what it says to me. Fuck me.