Le grand blond avec une chaussure noire1972

Perrache:
[reporting to Colonel Toulouse] There are three victims, sir... two of Milan's men and Chaperon.

Le colonel Louis Marie Alphonse Toulouse:
[looks up sharply] I beg your pardon?

Perrache:
Yes, sir, I'm afraid there was shooting. But you needn't worry... the Tall Blond is quite safe.

Le colonel Louis Marie Alphonse Toulouse:
[pause, then slowly leans back in his chair] I thought I told you to call off Poucet and... Chaperon.

Perrache:
[pretending surprise] Oh, really? Well, I guess I misunderstood. I told them to tighten up their surveillance.

Le colonel Louis Marie Alphonse Toulouse:
[coldly] You *did* misunderstand me, I fear.

Perrache:
I'm sorry, sir. [Toulouse leans forward and stares hard at him] I've always obeyed orders. I presumed that you'd want to protect the innocent.

Le colonel Louis Marie Alphonse Toulouse:
[slowly leans back] Unfortunately, it's no use, Perrache. Things have gone too far; it's Milan's turn to come on stage. On one hand we have Milan with his guilty conscience and on the other the Tall Blond with One Black Shoe. This affair will have to end in a shooting match... just like all good Westerns.