Okay, so long as you bear in mind that that's what everybody thinks.  In my experience, the immoral youth usually scooted away moments before the innocent bystanders got walloped.  Just sayin'...

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

In your blue Hawaian shirt, pretend to be a tourist looking for the beach.

Alex: "Mais où est la plage, s'il vous plaît?"

CRS: "Sous les pavés, connard!"

"Where is the beach, please?"
"Under the paving-stones, asshole!"

(Allusion to May '68 slogan, "Sous les pavés, la plage": "Under the paving-stones, the beach", allusion in its turn to the expanses of sand found beneath the paving-stones prised up to be used as missiles, er, paperweights).

(I'd like to draw this scene, but I'm not Cabu).