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THE SPECIALISTS

- Hi chief, how's it going? - Hello!

We're stuck!

We lost control and swerved to the shoulder,

the bushes stopped us just before the slope.

OK, let's get you out!

Two flats from the heat, what assholes!

- Got prisoners? - A lifer!

Baking for 3 hours?

Hey, we can't take the chance...

Go on! Go on!

Let's push the van!

- And him? - Outside!

He's a transfer!

So? Get him out!

I can't, I got a cold!

Yeh, handcuff'em both!

No, I wanna stay inside!

So I'll go to the hospital!

Pipe down you!

- Who's he? - A guy.

No kidding!

Shut up!

Alright!

Shut up, I told you!

Come on, let's go!

- Shit man, you nuts or what? - Shut up!

How you feeling?

Happy.

OK, how bout a stroll?

- You're some prince! - You bet!

First to the top wins!

I'm outta shape,

so no mountain climbing.

Doctor's orders!

Look at me asshole!

We got one chance outta here!

Do what I say and shut up!

If not...

If not?

I'll bust your balls!

I think I hate you!

Tough!

C'mon, c'mon!

I can't.

You can! Sure you can!

Hang on, don't look down!

C'mon!

C'mon!

I gotta sneeze!

Pinch your nose!

With which hand?

Who gives a fuck!

I won't die for your flu!

It's over!

What a moron!

There's a cave just above!

No, I'm fine where I am!

Jesus!

Listen,

I say we go up, so we go up.

Anyhow we can't go down.

Let's go!

Hurry up you guys!

Spread out!

So,

isn't it great here?

I just had a year to go.

So what?

- I'll murder you! - Sure thing, kid.

And watch your lip!

You can get a bullet or a life sentence like me!

But I'm jumping!

C'mon!

I got the flu!

Shut up!

It's freezing!

We made it!

- You bastard! - Sure...

Let's go...

My name's Brandon.

Who cares!

You're right. Let's go! Shit man, c'mon!

Move it!

C'mon, let's go, let's go!

I'm fucking freezing.

OK, mastermind,

what's next on the program?

OK, we'll see my pals in Lyon.

What? I say Lyon.

And I say the Riviera.

Well, we'll see.

Ain't nothing to see. I need dough and now.

I got a job there.

No one'll stop me.

No-one!

Bastard! You don't give a fuck for anyone.

I don't need to be with a mad cop-killer!

Tough, but we're in the same boat now.

So use your head.

What we need is dough.

I don't dig your style.

So I'll go and find my own bread!

You wear me out. I'm hitting the hay.

I wanna take a leak first, OK with you?

How much your job worth?

What's it to you - a lot!

It's clear.

C'mon.

Let's hightail it!

They've gone, go ahead.

Your tourist route stinks!

You're never happy.

I can't get up! Help!

Give me your other arm!

I'm using it!

Try, for Christ sake!

Wait!

Give me your other arm man!

- C'mon! - Don't move!

- Hurry! - Wait,

I'm slipping!

I can't make it!

Christ, what a fuckup!

Shit, hold on!

You're tearing my hand off!

Hold on!

Hold on just a bit more!

Oh Christ!

Teamwork never suited me.

I soloed 7 jobs, but the Gould Expo

got us 5 years each.

The Gould Expo?

You're not Carella, Stephan Carella?

What the fuck's it to you? Do I ask you why

you're doing life?

You'd be better off not.

Let's hit a post office in Lyon.

You know one worth 3 million?

I didn't catch that.

You heard me right!

I didn't kill a cop to purse-snatch!

- Don't move! - I ain't moved for an hour!

- Hurry! - OK, you wanna do it?

Now I'm driving us to Lyon!

And I'll run beside you? Shove over!

Try and find some dough!

A dollar, what good's that?

Quit complaining!

Take it or leave it!

Fill'er up?

What's that?

A dollar. Regular.

For your lighter!

Got the tank keys?

It's open...

- How'd ya know? - I don't.

How about cutting the motor?

We'd better not, it won't start when it's warmed up.

That's forbidden y'know.

Wow, we're heading the right way!

Yeh, so smile!

Someone's coming!

Can we help you?

No, no thanks!

Need a push?

Hey man, no, it's broke down, forget it.

What a pain!

Sure is heavy!

- Looks bad. - There's no one, it's empty!

I'm telling ya, come on!

Fucking moron!

- You OK? - Great!

- Empty my ass! - It was!

Christ!

So? You nuts?

Wuddaya gonna do now?

Nothing.

Listen, we can explain.

Explain nothing!

Forget it, I got a radio.

You hungry?

- No. - I'm starving!

Christ.

You eat, then you go.

Be sure to put it in reverse, OK?

You know our names?

Yes.

So that's Brandon, I'm Carella.

Tools are in the shed for the cuffs.

A bed in the backroom.

I don't trust people who help.

That's how I got in the can.

So we're not staying.

Do as you like.

Excuse him, he's a lout!

What's your name?

Don't leave the lights on.

I'm glad we're staying. Finish your macaroni?

Where do I sleep?

On the floor.

Oh yeh?

I'll tell you a story!

We're no longer handcuffed. So let me sleep, OK?

C'mon, listen!

A big bad wolf was sitting on three million!

Your heist of the century...

is suicide!

Is that so?

On the Riviera only a casino has three million!

Like Mazetti's!

You'd make a great cop!

OK, shove over!

Say, would you give me a hand if it was?

Sure, a hand to stop you.

Great, I feel better!

It's poison!

Sure, drugs, Mafia, kidnapping.

All you'll get is two bullets in the neck.

Alright, forget about it.

Now you're gonna sleep?

Why not?

Tell me how you'll do it.

You said you're not interested.

It'll be my bedtime story...

Go ahead!

Once upon a time,

there was a big bad wolf, a very bad wolf.

Sitting on a mountain of money.

Shit, the cops!

She squealed!

Anyone home?

Hello? Can I help you?

Excuse us. Hello Madam!

We're after two convicts.

Good for you.

You're Mrs Duriez?

What if I am?

You live alone, don't you?

You should know.

I see.

Can we go inside?

But of course!

You can see where the police shot my husband.

Don't bother.

Goodbye Miss, I mean, Madam, excuse us!

I don't get it, but thanks.

I rented you a car, here are the keys.

Goodbye.

Well, goodbye.

See ya.

There's something else.

You can use my husband's clothing,

and live here.

Suits me but he'll say no.

Wait a minute.

- What's your angle? - Your heist.

Your need a base nearby,

so why not here?

Right?

Are the walls that thin?

No, the door's much better.

Let's split!

It's a perfect hideout, I'm staying.

- You are? - Yeh!

You mean a three-way not two-way split?

- Kind of. - Swell!

I didn't even know it was a two-way split!

My name's Laura.

Mine's Stephan.

And yours?

Paul.

- Paul? - Yes Paul, I'm called Paul!

He's upset.

Carella doesn't suspect?

No sweat!

He even mentioned the material he needs quick.

What kind?

- Computer, scanner... - What for?

Got me. He's your specialist!

That'll cost a fortune!

Trying to cut corners?

Listen, Brandon!

I don't give a fuck for your opinion of me!

- So no lip and do your job! - Yes Sir.

Sure.

How bout expenses?

Almost forgot!

Musn't do that!

What about the girl?

No cutting corners.

You've been teammates long?

Two glorious days!

Excuse us for not waiting for you!

Thought you'd split!

Y'know the car's for the both of us!

What's that?

Mazetti's Casino's insurance policy.

What?

How'd you get it?

What the fuck do you care? I got it.

Anyhow it's a year old.

We'll update it.

We gotta act fast before the official visit.

OK, you eaten?

I hadn't the time.

United Insurance!

Mr Guerin, who's calling?

Hold on please!

- Hello! - Hello, Mr Guerin?

Speaking.

Excuse me, this is Mazetti.

I've forgot the time of our appointment.

Hold on, please.

Tomorrow at 7 pm.

That's right. Excuse me. Until tomorrow.

My pleasure, Mr Mazetti.

He's no dummy!

Unfortunately!

C'mon, let's split!

I was right to stay, even his shoes fit!

I can't say the same!

Let's rehearse.

OK, can I check something Mr Tixier?

But of course!

- OK? - OK!

- Listen! - Yeh?

Your tie clashes.

That so?

- By the way, got the "bug"? - Sure.

One day you'll tell me how you got all that stuff.

You're in on the job, but hands off the rest.

I don't get it, but what the fuck do I care?

Look at the stud!

I'm all thumbs!

Gentlemen!

Dahenne, head of security.

Mr Mazetti flew to New York today.

I see. Jean Tixier and Mr Guerin, our expert.

Delighted.

As I told Mr Mazetti, this is just a routine visit.

Few changes since last year?

Please follow me.

The basement.

- Danjou, open up please. - Of course!

The lower parking lot and trash-bin.

Over there, the garage door. Come, Gentlemen!

It's controlled from within.

The guard identifies the occupants,

then opens up electronically,

and once in the basement,

one enters through this armored door.

No modifications?

No, none.

Ground floor: kitchen, restaurant.

Coming, Guerin?

Right away!

First floor: video control room

the code,

is regularly changed,

of course,

and the door is armored.

Excuse me, Sir!

Enjoy it. These men are from United Insurance.

These are the video screens.

Video screens...

Page 18, Guerin.

Video:

So, parking entrance, cash desk, casino entrance,

vault,

hallway to

the vault and gaming-room.

That's it!

That's the restroom?

Windowless, of course.

- Sorry? - Windowless, of course.

Of course, how stupid!

Christalmighty!

Mr Mazetti still has his own monitors.

Exactly. The same are found in his office.

Fine, excuse me.

Borelli,

who are those guys with Dahenne?

The United Insurance agents.

Oh yeh, they slipped my mind!

Fire extinguisher.

Right!

What's that?

Fluorescent light backed by a concrete wall.

Great idea!

- Hello! - Yes?

Hello!

Does that door lead to the roof?

Yes. It's armored. On the roof are two guards

- who patrol every 30 minutes. - Wait,

it was every hour?

Yes but now, every half hour.

I see, note that, it's important!

Of course!

Now we'll visit the vaultroom.

Getting into the room is child's play,

but not getting out.

This cells opens

only to Mr Mazetti's and my prints.

The only way to get back out.

But what if you were taken hostage, for example?

Precisely!

One can't open this door if two persons are in the "lock".

Here's the vault.

Same as last year.

Four electronic counters: 0 - 30.

Plenty of combinations!

Yes, 120 million.

- No! - Yes.

Wait, I've got to check something...

About the vault... because...

the vault...

alright... Alright. Yes, no, yes.

120 million...

- The camera? - Yes.

What's the source of

that air vent?

The roof, like all the rest.

Ah, the roof, I see.

And now, things become interesting!

It was simple for us to enter the vault

and luckily, I can let you out, one by one, of course.

Take a guess how, Mr Guerin.

Well, without your fingerprints I must confess that...

These buttons!

The first opens the first door.

- Child's play? - Child's play.

- Mr Guerin... - Me?

Go ahead, don't be bashful!

Mr Guerin is now

a prisoner in a glass cage, to be freed by the 2nd button.

The red button.

I think there's a hitch in your system.

Sorry?

Someone in the hall might open the door.

A disturbing question.

But the hall door

only opens from without

if the "lock" is empty!

Thus at worst,

the ingenious intruder finds himself stuck!

The perfect trap. Amusing, isn't it?

Quite.

All that for nothing! This heist's out.

I made a mistake.

About you. You're not up to it.

Not up to it: the old song!

So knock it off!

Look,

I'm not crazy!

No ambition!

Wuddaya mean, no ambition? You're crazy man!

Let me point out

he still didn't mention the shock detector.

And the magnetic floor!

Yeh, the magnetic floor too!

So even with the army

- it's impossible! - Christ!

Exactly why we'll do it!

You'll do it! It's yours! See, I'm big-hearted!

So see ya, buddy!

Carella!

On track number four,

the Marseille-Vintimille Express, N 5242...

Guerin, we got a message for you.

Follow us.

Mr Mazetti don't like jokes!

There's a mistake! I'm from Brussels!

Get out of there!

My duds are innocent too!

Where's ya pal?

He sent his excuses.

What's your real name?

J. Edgar Hoover!

Oh Jesus!

Attaboy, Brandon!

What a troublemaker!

Three men have died since I met you!

And this is my first!

That's the thanks I get for saving you!

The whole Mafia'll be on our tail!

Wuddaya suggest?

- A stiff drink! - You're on!

C'mon, let's go!

Wait, wait...

- Yer drunk! - I ain't.

You're drunk, Brandon!

The only way to save our skins, is to knock off Mazetti.

Great idea!

We'll take on the whole Mafia that way.

That's why we gotta pull off the job and quick.

Yer drunk!

Drunk as a skunk!

- Stop, I'll vomit! - Sorry!

Mazetti's babysitting 3 million. He can't screw up.

If the Mafia rubs out Mazetti, we keep the dough, right?

Natch!

How did it go?

Couldn't a been better!

- Ask him. - That's right!

Mazetti's men shoot at us,

Casino security's doubled, so the job's out.

Everything's perfect!

What do you mean, shoot?

Y'know, bullets!

Want a drink? He's an asshole...

Mazetti's a smartass.

Tell me about it later. Time for bed!

I think I'll get some fresh air.

Goodnight Stephan.

Night Laura.

Goodnight Paul.

Sleep tight.

Going already?

I start at nine.

Wait...

Oh my noggin!

Laura! Wait!

Wait! We kept you up late, but I got something to explain.

I haven't time.

Why do you keep your job?

Just six months more.

Why six months?

We'll bring off the job and then Easy Street!

I've lost the taste for dreaming.

It'll come back.

Hey, Brandon!

What now?

The game's over!

How's it feel to wake up dead?

You're hopeless.

You'll have to aim better.

Just think:

Mazetti's gang used blanks on us!

Am I dreaming?

Still, nothing proves it was his gang.

And I said to myself,

if it wasn't, who coulda pulled off such a yellow stunt?

The cops, right?

That's it,

you're one of them,

I can't believe it.

A fucking cop?

I had no choice.

But I'm still a fucking cop.

A necessary evil.

What if a cop asked you to help stick up Mazetti's Casino...

Aw shit!

And just what idea did you crumby bastards have?

Get Mazetti killed in a gang war.

And you get paid for that.

Looks like my vacation is a joke.

The escape, the dead cop, the two other stiffs, all phoney!

And you're phoney!

That's not phoney!

And what was my cut?

Dare I say six months off your sentence?

Fantastic!

You listen, I'll do your job,

but the dough I keep.

And you listen, I'll stop you!

And I'll stick your ass back in the can as well!

And Laura?

Laura?

Just a freak accident.

If ever she finds out...

OK! I'm going to pick up the material.

You coming?

No, what for?

C'mon, you'll see!

Chief!

Hello. I haven't much time.

I've got the stuff.

Have you decided about the girl?

We've changed hideouts.

Good, sounds better.

Is Carella suspicious?

Carella? Why'd you hire him?

Cause he's a specialist.

- And smart. - Meaning?

Meaning he knows.

I want to introduce you to a real asshole!

Chief Kovacs, Stephan Carella.

You're nuts! What's this mean?

He wanted to check the material and meet you, Chief!

It's true, it's my fault.

I like to meet my employers...

And he said I'd meet the chief asshole.

An opportunity!

And I ain't disappointed, not a bit!

That the stuff?

Pardon him, Chief.

Watch it, Brandon!

Don't be cute!

Read me?

So?

First time I did a job backed by the cops!

So, we just got 5 problems.

Penetrating the casino,

neutralizing the video,

magnetic floor,

vault combination, and getting out.

- Five? - Right!

See that wide-tired BMW?

It's Mazetti's.

His chauffeur is tops!

He'll be right on our ass!

That makes 6.

- Why haggle? - Of course!

Except Kovacs, who else is in on this job?

Too many people.

The guard'll throw out the bum cassettes.

Then we'll take'em back home.

Right on.

Not bad!

Thanks.

You here?

I'm the audience!

We weren't to meet here!

I wanted to see you before.

Coming.

Paul, you're crazy.

It's too risky.

What's a risk more then?

Got a secret for me?

No, I just wanted to see where you work, what you do.

What an act!

Is that all?

No, that's not all.

Go ahead!

C'mon. You never talk about yourself.

Don't be angry if I don't want to.

As you like.

Not as I like, as I can.

And just now,

I can't.

It's OK.

C'mon, let's go.

Can't ya watch out?

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

My side's all bashed up!

C'mon, we'll talk it over in my car.

OK, but what'll I say to the boss?

When the tapes go kaput,

after a few runs, bang,

into the trash can!

We recuperate the now recorded tapes,

and become invisible!

No applause?

Not a clap?

Give us a break!

What a pain!

Least I explain what I do!

So me, I'm programming, brainwork, y'know!

Happy?

Yeh... but I don't know why.

Ten bottlenecks!

Who'll visit them?

No, not me. Thanks.

I get the dirty work!

Just try the garbage heap!

OK, me, I'm stopping!

What I'm doing's important! How bout some respect!

OK, we eat?

Yeh, wait a sec!

Now that you're sitting, can I ask you something?

Hurry!

How did the security head neutralize the magnetic floor?

The cell read the fingerprints.

So without the prints, we can't.

What an egghead!

OK, Einstein, how we gonna operate on a minefield?

Just tell me!

I can't think of everything! How bout you?

- I got an idea. - Spit it out!

My leg of lamb's done.

Where can they be? How many did you ruin?

I dunno, a whole box.

Here's a second!

What if they're worthless?

Pessimism ain't good for the health!

You bubble with optimism, and it scares me!

Fucking hyena!

What would you like?

A powerful remote controlled car.

For what aged child?

Two 35-year old boys in their second childhood.

Shit, the gaming room! What a waste!

How bout the other?

If it's the parking lot, we're fucked!

The vault corridor! Great! How much we got?

- Good evening. - Hi!

I rented the BMW.

Thanks.

Ok, that's all,

how much?

20 minutes, it'll have to do.

And the vaultroom?

We'll come up with something.

What about the "lock"?

Run your errands?

Well, sure.

The "key's" inside.

No, I'm the one driving!

Hands off!

- We'll see. - You bet.

Hey, what's the party for?

My birthday.

If we'd known, we would've got a present!

- He's right! - Too bad.

Wait, wait!

Sure we got a present:

after the job we'll stick together

and spend the dough!

I'll turn the lights out.

Help me?

This ain't the time, but I'm sick of pretending.

I was never in jail.

Laura Durieu,

born in Rouen, married to François Neulot.

Bankrupt, he went insane

and shot on sight.

And was killed by the police on February 27.

I'm a cop, Laura.

But I don't ask for your forgiveness.

Don't make promises you can't keep!

It's weird spending time with a cop.

But fuck it, we'll still pull off this crazy job!

Don't let me down.

Course not!

Unbelievable!

You had to drive! It's your 17th try!

Now watch out cause this one's

got concrete!

You can when you want!

Never said I couldn't.

Say, if you don't owe'em anything,

why volunteer for suicide?

You an only child?

Yeh, why?

You can't understand.

Paul,

I want to say something.

I don't care if you're a cop.

Good.

Life is strange. Some things I don't understand.

There's nothing to understand. You just gotta accept.

I found this, it's yours.

Ali's calm.

Alright?

- I can't find the bug. - No?

Short wave, cops,

fire department, but no bug.

Jail was some school!

I wanted to be up to date after.

I got it! I got it! Outta sight!

So don't touch a thing.

When the graph does this,

wake me up.

- Mr Mazetti? - Yes.

The baccara dealer needs fifty grand.

I'll see to it.

Hey Carella!

- Carella! - Yes.

Great!

You said it!

Laura, there's a letter for you.

Letter of resignation, police card.

So now you're covered.

No lip, Brandon. You know it's necessary.

I bet it breaks your head!

Oh, I forgot.

The Minister promised you'd get, in any case,

the highest award.

Yeh, posthumously.

I dislike your humor.

Goodbye.

Carella still get 6 months off?

It still goes.

If Carella were here, Chief, he'd say, "Fuck you!"

But he ain't.

- Pity, huh? - Yeh... cause

the feeling's mutual.

Only logical.

We'll put this inside too.

I want to ask you

why're doing it?

- What? - For what reason?

You an only child?

Yes.

Then you can't understand. Right?

I had a brother, he would have been 35 today.

But he died of an overdose. OK?

So it's not the job, it's for yourself?

It's both, man.

Both.

Thanks Laura.

What's on your mind?

Even if the job works, you won't stay together.

How dumb!

I know.

C'mon, we got a date in Hell.

We'll wait now for the new team.

I think we can go.

Two sweeps come down a chimney, but only one face is clean.

Who washes his face?

The dirty guy!

Wrong! Clean face, dirty face, who washes?

- The clean guy! - That's dumb! He's clean!

You got me! Goddam sweeps!

How can the sweeps go up together

and come down different?

Wuddaya mean?

We only think we're different

but we're just two fools.

Yeh, but a rich fool is rich,

and a poor fool is just a fool!

- Got ya! - Right on!

C'mon, we got thirty minutes!

OK, go ahead!

You're invisible 20 minutes.

Sure of the combination?

You're hurting my pride.

What about the shock detector?

Won't it go off?

It only works against assholes who attack safes

with a cold chisel.

Not against smart guys like us who know the combination!

Why it's empty!

We got just 4 minutes!

A sight for sore eyes?

Not mine!

Still the fool!

- I'm going! - Right!

Open up!

Remember the remote control!

Hello, Borelli? Borelli?

Got a light?

- Wuddaya doing? - What?

Setting a bomb.

But I'm not sure when it'll go off. It's a surprise!

Brandon!

- You ok? - I'm fine!

- Hey! What now? - The other!

- No second chance! - Don't upset me!

Did you get a load of that? What now?

Get out. I won't take you back to jail.

Hurry, Kovacs's waiting.

What's this Kovacs shit?

He's waiting with a rod,

no living witnesses! Save yourself!

Be a nice guy, get the hell outta here.

If you go, you're dead!

Dead, man!

It won't break!

Where's Carella?

You could say hello first.

Carella wasn't so hot about jail.

So I left'em at a bus stop.

No kidding...

The bastard!

This a joke?

He needed bus fare.

Quit shitting me!

Don't ask the impossible.

Carella knows too much to be free!

So do I. And I'm taking it personal.

Where is he?

You don't think I'd tell?

Go to hell!

Kovacs here, he's just left. Follow him.

Waiting for Laura? She won't come.

You sure?

I'm a cop.

That's your problem! I brought her present.

The bag trick was smart!

Why'd ya come?

The cop for his dough?

I promised you!

You promised I'd be in jail too!

That's true.

So you keep your freedom, and I keep the dough.

I don't want to fight.

Exactly.

What do we do?

You come with me.

Do you know the beret game?

You put the bag in the middle,

first to get it, wins!

A barrel of laughs!

Mr Guerin!

Our money,

please.

- Souse me? - Mr Guerin!

Our money please!

I don't get it.

Where's your friend?

I don't know what you mean.

Our money please.

Carella!

C'mon, we'll fuck them!

Fuck'em good!

Move it!

Hurry!

Christ!

Jesus Christ!

Alright, already, it's over, c'mon!

What an unbelievable fuckup!

Unbelievable?

Think it over.

Who ratted on us, in your opinion?

How'd those guys find us?

The bastard! I'm the chief asshole alright!

Fuck it! I'm gonna see that fucking S.O.B.!

Wait!

Phone! Look, you got a booth!

Goddam!

Kovacs, it's Brandon.

- What, you? - Yeh, me.

Where are you?

You should know. Carella's next to me.

Cuffed, the dough on his lap.

Listen: officially he's an escaped convict.

He resisted arrest,

and you killed him in self-defense.

I've understood.

So we were both bamboozled!

Shut up.

Kovacs

seemed surprised...

I didn't notice.

And you'll still work for them?

You got two minutes.

Kovacs?

Are you sitting?

Good, cause the sweeps say goodbye!

Sure this is Italy?

Should I ask a goat?

If we see one, yeh!

Where next?

I dunno, maybe Australia!

Remember this?

Cept we're not tied up!

That's what you think!

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