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MR STEVE

Damn!

I get it!

What time is it? Oh God!

Oh, my tie.

My tie.

The key.

My raincoat.

Good morning all!

A. DARMON BANK

Hello, Jeanine. Hello, Genevieve.

You're up early!

- There you are! - I thought I was late.

You are, by 5 minutes.

What's 5 minutes in my 8-hour day here?

- Didn't you wake up? - My alarm clock fell asleep.

What did you do last night when you left me?

I went straight home.

I murmured your name as I climbed the stairs.

It gave me courage.

- Is that true? - I swear.

- What did you think of the film? - The end...

The culprit's punishment is included in the ticket price.

It's a shame, he was so nice.

If you have a nice face, all's forgiven?

When you're a film hero, yes.

In life, we aren't so indulgent.

I wouldn't be if we were married.

If? Come on, Mireille, we've talked about it for so long...

Precisely! I sometimes wonder if you're really serious.

Hello, sir.

- You were almost late. - Indeed.

It's the same every day. You must be in need of sleep.

Méchin, you can come and get the cash.

Very well, sir.

- Would you help me, Georges? - All right.

Here, Méchin.

Take this, it's lighter.

Take the bags.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Got my receipt? - Here.

Nothing in your hands, nothing up your sleeve?

You said it. Come on, be a pal.

Hey you! 1000 francs, no more.

- You're a brother. - And a creditor.

I'll remember you on my deathbed.

Remember me on pay day.

You should try to make ends meet,

at least once.

With my wages, it'd be a music hall act.

- We're starving! - How do you think I manage?

It's 9 o'clock. Open the door, please.

Very well, sir.

- What can I get you? - Two orangeades.

- Marcel? - Right away, Mr Georges.

How much do I owe you?

- 3.80, M Georges. - Here you go.

3.80 from 1000.

By handling all that money, you've forgotten its value.

Cash is just dirty paper for us.

Whether it's dirty or not,

if you've any to spare, bring it to me.

- I'll take it. - I give you enough as it is.

My landlord and the taxman what's left over.

Every day, you listen to the same music.

- Are you getting the royalties? - Mireille loves it. It's our tune.

Why you've hit the jackpot!

- 7 million. - With an outlay of 20 francs.

- Good investment. - If only life were as simple.

- How much do you need? - 10 million.

You're not far off.

3 million with the last ball, I'll never do it.

Don't be so pessimistic. May I?

Be my guest.

- Well done! - There.

Sometimes luck needs a helping hand.

We've won a game. Would like to play?

I prefer to see others play. I'm a manager at heart.

I'm going to be late. I never win.

Never play to lose. Lady Luck doesn't like it.

Goodbye, sir.

Sir, would you like a lift?

- I wouldn't want to bother you. - I've plenty of time.

Yes please.

Thank you.

- Do you go to the bar often? - Sure.

We can have a drink sometime.

See you soon then.

Goodbye.

Is he that great?

Great!

If you saw him...

He has such class, so elegant...

- And you've become pals? - Yes. We hit it off.

- Is he a bachelor? - His wife is away skiing.

He has a very good job.

The other night he invited me to a swanky restaurant.

The maitre d' was in uniform, silverware...

and 3 glasses per person.

You worry me, he'll give you delusions of grandeur.

Not a chance!

Did you go straight home after dinner?

We went to a nightclub.

With girls, naturally.

Girls? Mireille, are you kidding?

We don't go out anymore.

I only ever see you at work.

That's just the way it is.

It's time to go. Marcel, I'll pay you tomorrow.

You know, we're real pals,

but it bothers me he always pays.

If you prefer that gentleman's company to mine, just say so.

- Don't be silly. Are you jealous? - Maybe!

I'd like to know where I stand.

I'd like to have my balance.

- We go to the cinema every Friday. - I know.

But did you know it's Friday?

Ah yes, I'd forgotten.

Well, miss?

I hope you haven't planned to see your Mr...

- What's his name? - Steve.

And I'm Clanchon, with a C, like Claude,

and I would like the balance of my account.

Clanchon?

Until further notice! Emile Clanchon.

So will I see you tonight?

There's a fabulous film on at my local cinema.

We can eat at home first.

- And your mother? - She does what I want.

Miss, where's the balance on my account?

- The very last counter. - Why didn't you say so before?

All right?

I'd have loved to, but tonight...

I agreed to go out with Steve.

Again?

Oh no!

- Hello, Georges. How are you? - All right.

What are you having?

Cinzano.

Do you have problems?

No. I'm dulled by work.

We're very busy mid-week.

To take you mind off it, we'll have a good dinner.

- Steve... - Aren't you free?

Yes. But you always invite me. I find it embarrassing.

Enough of your nonsense.

You're too kind.

But I'll have to invite you soon.

- You'll be my guest. - All right.

- What's the matter? - Don't worry about it.

You seem worried.

Georges, I might have to slip away.

I definitely do in fact. Do me a favour.

Take the car papers and key to my wife.

The address is on there.

Put it in your pocket.

Well, Steve?

Hello, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

Can you read?

Indeed. "Police."

Police? What's going on?

Don't panic. It must be a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding! Show me your ID, you.

Me?

Show them.

Get a move on!

- Legit? - Yes, legit.

Take down his address, you never know.

There's no point causing a scene.

Definitely not.

But I can tell you, Steve, I'm no good at racing.

Me neither.

Have I made myself clear?

Come on.

Georges, we'll have dinner another time.

See you soon.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

Sir?

190 francs, please.

- Here. - Thank you.

Sir.

- Mr Steve's wife, please. - Whom shall I announce?

- Georges Villard. - Do go in, sir.

- Excuse me. - Thank you.

Sir, forgive me for not using the lift.

I'll show you upstairs.

It's faster by foot.

The lift has never worked.

When I was with the Princess de La Tour,

we had the same problem with the dumbwaiter.

Please have a seat. I shall get the mistress.

- Mr Villard. - Show him in.

Sir, please go in.

Pardon.

Come closer, Mr Villard.

Madam.

- So you're Georges? - Yes.

My husband talks about you all the time.

I'm delighted to meet you at last.

Do sit down.

Sorry.

- Cigarette? - No thank you.

Steve asked me to give you this.

The car papers?

The car keys?

- Has something happened? - No. Actually, yes, madam.

- What? Tell me. - Nothing serious. Not an accident.

At the cafe earlier, two men came up to our table.

Two men?

Well, I mean... two policemen.

And?

They asked your husband to follow them.

Steve will never change?

Sorry?

Circumventing the law has become an obsession.

It isn't the first time?

Or the last.

Mind you, until now, everything has been fine.

- But... - Yes?

What has he done?

Maybe I'm being nosey.

Yes.

Come and have a drink.

Come on.

- Whisky? - Please.

Thank you!

Here. It will calm you down.

Well... here's to Steve.

Don't look so glum. Things always work out for him.

He knows how to get out of tricky situations.

- Is it serious? - No, he's too smart for that.

- I had no idea. - Of course not.

Mind you, he has an excuse. His childhood.

Those who do wrong always have troubled pasts.

His childhood was one of auctions and bailiffs at the door.

I understand.

He's had an obsessive fear of poverty ever since.

If you were sweet, do you know what you'd do?

Tell me, madam.

You'd take me to the car.

I'd be happy to.

- You don't mind? - Not at all.

I'll go and change. If you're thirsty, help yourself.

Hello?

A long time ago.

Sorry?

Yes, she is getting ready to go out.

I don't know, Mr Denis.

Absolutely. Besides, I have instructions.

Goodbye, Mr Denis.

- Who called? - Mr Denis.

Ah, Mr Denis...

When we're lucky enough not to see him, he has to call.

I hope I wasn't too long.

Not at all.

They say women take ages to get ready. It isn't true.

- You look beautiful. - Thank you.

Will madam be dining at home?

I don't know yet.

You and Arthur may have the evening off.

Let me sleep in tomorrow.

If anyone calls for the master, say he's away.

Very well, madam.

Here it is.

- How much do I owe you? - 360.

Here we are. Goodbye, madam.

Thank you for accompanying me.

- I feel so down tonight. - I understand.

So alone...

The evening in store frightens me rather.

- Madam... - Were you going to say something?

- No. - You were. I can tell.

Maybe you're busy this evening.

I was going to spend it with Steve.

Be thoroughly kind, don't leave me.

I'd like nothing better.

Sorry.

You look queer. Are you all right?

Yes. But I was thinking about Steve.

I'd rather not think about him tonight.

Life is strange, don't you think?

Yes. Especially tonight.

Steve's arrest, our meeting at your house,

and this dinner with you I wouldn't have dared hope for.

- Are you enjoying it? - Yes.

Very much so. When did you get back from skiing?

Skiing? I didn't go this year.

But Steve told me that...

He told you he was alone?

Or you wouldn't have understood why he went out without me.

No, of course not.

Mind you, he is alone.

He drowns his sorrows.

He goes out, he needs noise, crowds, bright lights.

- And you? - Me?

I wait for him.

I'm used to being alone.

But I'd like to forget tonight.

I'm counting on you, Georges.

- But, madam... - No. Call me Florence.

Well then, Florence, let's order.

You choose.

I don't usually...

Here we are. Thank you for a delightful evening.

You're reversing the roles. I ought to thank you.

It's early. Let's have a scotch and listen to music.

I have some great records.

Sorry. I hate being at home in my town suit.

I feel as if I'm visiting.

- Why are you looking at me? - You're a curious boy.

Curious? You're doing me a great honour.

I'm just an ordinary Joe Bloggs.

That's what I like about you, Georges.

When I met Steve,

I lost touch with people of your kind.

- Really? - Come sit next to me.

And I realize what a shame that is.

A man like Steve has far more character.

But he doesn't have your nervous little smile

or your troubled and troubling innocent look.

Are you engaged?

No.

Do you have a mistress?

Neither. Just a few casual flings.

It's strange,

but I have the impression I've known you a long time.

Or at least looked for you for a long time.

Me too, Florence.

- I have to go. - Already?

It's getting late.

What a shame. There are men I don't want to see again

and others I don't want to leave.

Well,

say goodbye to me.

Florence...

Good heavens!

- What is it, darling? - It's 10 past 9.

It has to be 10 past 9 at some point.

I'm late.

If you'd woken up with a temperature,

you wouldn't have gone to work.

Yes, that's true.

Aren't I worth a cold or a sore throat?

- A thousand epidemics, my love. - Oh, darling...

I love you, I love you.

Nice one! What a pretty picture.

Just like the movies. May I?

- Thanks! - Who said you could come in, Denis?

Isn't this a reception?

I've been rotting in the lounge.

To think I almost forgot my camera.

Denis, get out.

Don't hassle the photographer. You'll scare the birdie.

Get out at once!

Madam takes a little nobody when her man is inside.

How dare you!

What a funny little cherub!

Where'd he spring from? A scout camp?

Not a penitentiary like you!

Cheating on an ace like Steve with that. Honestly!

I won't ask you again. My private life is my business.

Your private life? Read that in Fascination?

Get lost, you! Off you go.

Go, Georges.

I told you to get lost. Is that clear?

Put some clothes on!

Mr Villard, have you seen the time?

Yes. Good morning, sir.

Soon you'll be saying "good evening"!

Sir...

Despite your professional qualities,

this is your final warning.

I want my employees to be punctual.

- Is that clear? - Yes, sir.

You don't look too good.

These young people... Alley cats!

Was he clear enough?

You look scared to leave. Haven't you paid the milkman?

- Don't be a bore - See you tomorrow.

- Mireille... - Leave me alone.

- May I walk you home? - I've got used to walking alone.

Don't be angry. I have to talk to you.

About Mr Steve? No thanks! I've heard enough.

I meant about us.

Didn't you hear the boss? You're an alley cat.

- He was joking. - No! He's right.

I only have to look at you to understand.

You still smell of perfume.

I forbid you to talk to me outside the office.

I hate you.

No, you don't.

Well,

silly thing?

I love you too much to accept being abandoned.

I'd rather...

I'd rather...

Mireille!

What are you doing here?

It's obvious. I'm waiting for you.

But how did you...?

How did I get in?

You have no idea how well IT get on with locks.

Don't pull a face like that.

With guests, you should be gracious.

Or you might get this.

So a word of advice, be nice, all right?

Understand?

What do you want?

You wanna know? Make yourself at home!

That's better.

The guy who develops my pics worked fast.

I brought you a little print...

for the family album.

Not bad, huh?

As a film poster, it'd pull the punters in.

I'm talented, huh?

You can keep it, I have plenty more.

If Steve sees it, you'll be hanging out at the morgue.

But if you toe the line, we could work things out.

- Really? You think so? - Sure.

Did you know Steve was released this morning?

He's a resourceful bloke.

Not easy to corner.

He's been released?

You're worried, huh?

I told him we'd become pals, the two of us,

and we'd come up with a little scheme.

What scheme?

Steve will explain. He's expecting us.

I'm not coming.

- What, young man? - I'm not coming!

He's going to make me blow a fuse, this rude kid.

Get going, for God's sake!

And no funny business.

Mr Denis and Mr Villard.

I'm so pleased to see you again.

Me too.

I shan't introduce you.

- We're already great friends. - We've made acquaintance.

I apologize for the way I left you last night,

but it was an emergency.

Could you fix us some drinks?

Do sit down.

Sorry.

I was intending...

to tell you about my rather peculiar occupation.

Circumstances pre-empted me. Not too shocked?

To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

- Understandable. - Scotch? I believe you like it?

Thank you, madam.

Would sir like to give me his hat?

Can't you talk normally?

I don't believe we attended the same school.

Have you two finished?

Your undertaker annoys me.

I believe you had a chat with Denis.

That's right.

I'm delighted to hear you get along.

Because we see eye to eye.

- About some things. - The main things.

I'm thrilled to work with you.

To work with me?

Didn't Denis tell you?

I wanted you to fill him in yourself.

Right, then.

It's about your bank.

My bank? What do you want with it?

What do you think?

Firstly, it's full of cash.

And it has 3 advantages: you work there,

it's not at street level and it's a private bank.

- You're not thinking of... - We certainly are.

I don't want to.

Crisis of conscience?

Don't worry about his conscience. I know all about it already.

- Are you making fun of me? - I wouldn't dare.

- As gauche as ever, Denis. - Please, darling.

I'll explain things in detail.

Come over here.

We'll do sketch for you.

Move it.

I've been there a few times.

If my memory serves me right, this is the layout.

The entrance is here, isn't it?

- It's reinforced. - I'm not interested.

Just opposite is the till.

It has wire netting and an alarm device.

We'll discuss that later.

At the back, the management's offices,

and the service entrance. All right?

We're talking to you.

Yes.

And it seems luck is on our side.

You think so?

There are 3 big windows.

Yes, on the 3rd floor.

On Monday, restoration work starts on the facade.

My men will replace the workers on the scaffold.

And what will they do?

They'll open the windows,

which you will have left ajar.

Then what?

You're starting to sound interested.

They'll keep the staff at bay,

and we'll take care of transferring the funds.

Hey, you're really talented!

Yes. Thing is... there's a major detail to sort out.

You're counting on me?

Precisely.

You'll neutralize the alarm.

- No. - You will.

Where are the alarm devices?

How many are there?

Are you deaf?

Denis!

What? I'm not hurting him.

How many alarm devices, Georges?

Three.

Where are they?

- In the teller's booth. - Yes?

- Behind the securities counter... - And?

In the manager's office, I imagine.

Yes.

Are they foot-operated?

Yes.

All three?

Answer the question!

Behind the securities counter, there's a push button.

Now there's an interesting detail.

I thought of everything.

What is it?

Plastic moulds.

Place them on the foot switches before the operation.

For the push button, what have you planned?

Nothing in particular.

We'll deal with the employee.

What will you do to him?

A cosh blow has never stopped anyone turning 100.

It'll make his head harder!

It seems our little expedition is taking shape.

Your role is very simple:

open the windows and neutralize the alarms.

And you'll get 10% of the takings.

- May I ask a question? - Be my guest.

What if I refuse?

- Why would you refuse? - Yes, why?

But he hasn't said he'd refuse.

Have you, Georges?

No, not yet.

But I'm telling you now.

You're mistaken, I'm just a lowly employee

and we'll never be on the same side of the counter.

The police have associated your name with mine.

And it'd be very awkward if you refused.

You're young and your future could lie ahead of you.

Please give me time to think about it.

I want an affirmative answer.

It will be. Won't it?

Good old Georges, you're in a huff.

I wish I had my camera.

Hey, your key.

Firstly, it's full of cash.

You'll neutralize the alarm.

- No. - You will.

What if I refuse?

- But Georges hasn't refused. - No, not yet.

- Florence. - Hello, Georges.

I know it's early, but I was dying to see you.

Me too. Come in.

This is all I can afford.

- Why are you holding a statuette? - I thought it was Denis.

- It's an odd way to greet him. - Perhaps.

He's already been here once.

- I've understood. - Yes.

It's an unpleasant situation.

I should've hit him the other day.

You must've thought me a coward, but I was dumbstruck.

You mustn't be ashamed.

It's my fault you've been dragged into this business.

I refuse to get involved in their scheme!

What else can you do, my poor darling?

Go to the police.

That'd make things harder for us.

- Besides... - What?

- Informing is wrong. - We'd be rid of Steve.

Maybe.

But I think I'd despise you for it.

And that would be awful,

because I love you, Georges.

But what can I do?

Whatever they tell you.

Can you see me as an accomplice in a hold-up?

Georges, if you refuse,

Denis will show the photos to Steve.

- He'd do that? - He would.

And we'd be separated.

I couldn't stand that.

I love you, Florence. I love you.

My darling...

I'll do what you want, whatever you want.

Can I help you?

That'd be most kind.

Gosh! What's this?

Have a guess.

Silly me. It's a Mauser.

That's right. A customary weapon. It will last a lifetime.

It's bit bulky though.

It's more suitable for a glove compartment.

In any case, it's pretty impressive.

- Is it loaded? - No, but my imagination is.

- That's the boss. - I'll take him his tray.

Thérése, prepare a Weston for me.

The gentleman's gun.

That must be the mistress.

Good morning, sir.

Hello, Arthur.

Did sir have a good night?

Excellent. What's the weather like?

It's going to be a glorious day.

Good! It'll motivate us.

Thérese and I did the silver.

So I see.

Last time I got grease on my waistcoat.

It won't happen again. I saw to it myself.

I hope not to use it.

Sir will not risk serious complications.

Which suit shall I get out?

Whichever you like. A neutral shade.

The tweed then.

It's roomy. Your colt won't be visible.

Does sir think the young man will be up to the task?

Of course! Good folk are the best.

And I imagine he cherishes his life.

Yes, it's his age.

Mr Villard! I don't believe it. Here already?

Good morning, sir.

Have you made a resolution?

- Yes, sir. - That's excellent.

Come in.

What is it?

It's about the Catala draft

drawn on our Trouville branch.

It hasn't been paid.

But the account

has been credited.

Simply issue a debit note.

Ah yes, I hadn't thought of that. Sorry, sir.

Is he here already?

All's well.

Gosh, what's going on?

Already at work? How zealous you are.

Right...

Hello, Mireille.

Good morning.

Could you help me carry the funds?

The same folk are always trusted.

Ready to go?

Not just yet.

Very well, sir.

For the push button, what have you planned?

We'll deal with the employee.

A cosh blow has never stopped anyone turning 100.

Say, are you annoyed about earlier?

Of course not!

- I'm sorry. - Come off it!

- Sir? - I'd like to open an account.

Could you tell me what I have to do?

It's simple, sir.

All you have to do...

All you have to do...

is fill in this form

and give me some proof of identity.

An identity card... is fine.

You also have to deposit 50 000 francs.

Excuse me, sir.

How may I help?

Stand up! Hands on your heads, please.

Don't be afraid. You will not be harmed.

What's going on?

Simply a transfer of funds.

If sir would please put his hands up.

Give me the money. Move it!

What are you waiting for? For me to shoot you?

Get a move on!

Nol!

Can we talk to him?

Yes, but gently. He had an op 2 days ago.

We're used to it.

Just a moment, please.

You can go in.

If he faints, ring for me.

OK, OK! We know the score.

- Police. Can you speak? - Yes.

- We have a few questions. - All right.

Sorry to bother you so soon,

but it's best to make haste.

What do you think about the hold-up?

What do you mean?

Don't you think it's odd the gangsters shot you?

They had an accomplice

in the bank. - All the alarm devices

were neutralized, except for one.

That day you arrived before everyone else.

You're usually late.

So you think I cut the alarm bell wires.

The wires weren't cut.

- He just said so. - I said "neutralized".

There was this on them.

Clever, huh?

Indeed.

- It can't be someone in our bank. - Why?

Everyone knows there's a push button alarm too.

So who is it?

How would I know?

Not the faintest idea?

Well...

Some men came in the window at the time of the hold-up.

They could've come in before

and prepared everything, huh?

- Not so dumb. - Why did you get shot?

Well...

I was looking at the button, with the intention of using it.

When, all of a sudden,

I saw colleague Mireille was about to.

Thinking she was in grave danger,

I rushed to protect her. That's all.

- That takes guts. - Yes, well done.

Old chap, you had a narrow escape.

We'll make our report

but as far as you're concerned, the case is closed.

Goodbye.

What did he say?

Just calm down.

He wasn't involved.

A heroic bank employee thwarts a hold-up

There we go, you're famous!

Come off it.

Look at the old man giving you the cheque!

He wouldn't miss a chance to be ceremonious.

He's made for cutting symbolic ribbons.

In any case, heroism pays.

Yes. Two bullets in the chest.

And 200 000 francs.

It'll pay for your bedroom.

I'll let you choose between the modern and old.

You're going?

I've some figures to check.

- Goodbye. - Get better soon, old chap.

Goodbye, Mireille.

Don't forget to climb the church steps,

you need to be on your feet.

So long.

What a lovely man.

He's a real pal, a friend even.

He's very fond of you, you know.

Mind you, who wouldn't be?

- Listen, Mireille... - Yes, dear Georges?

- I have to talk to you. - No. Don't say anything, darling.

It was only a lover's tiff.

You'll soon recover and then we'll be together.

- Mireille... - Yes?

You see, in my bed, I've had time to think.

And?

This business that nearly killed me has given me a lust for life.

A lust for life? I should hope so.

What I mean is... to live another life.

And to live it alone.

It's silly, I know.

But I'm not ready for marriage.

- Georges! - Don't be angry.

With me, you'd never be happy.

- Are you sad? - Yes.

Please forgive me.

My poor Georges, heroism has gone to your head.

- Goodbye. - Mireille.

Yes?

I won't go back to the bank.

Farewell then, Georges.

Room 7, please.

- This way, madam. - Thank you.

Are you here to see Mr Villard too?

I am, yes.

Don't stay long. He's had a lot of visitors.

Hello.

- It's me, see? - I do.

My, you've lost weight.

- Lead isn't nourishing. - You poor thing.

- I know your game. - Listen...

I'm sick of your dirty tricks.

You treated me like a puppet.

No, Georges, not like a puppet. Like a kid.

I don't see the difference.

Steve's fake arrest, what a find!

I fell for it. And Denis catching us red-handed...

I thought it was normal for him

to turn up with a camera. Isn't what you take

when you pay a visit? And your unbridled passion...

Love at first sight is the best weapon for patsies!

But it's all over.

When two bullets don't kill you, you learn to live.

I warned you Steve hates being betrayed.

I didn't betray him. I wanted to stop Mireille

activating the alarm. - You did?

It wasn't in my interests for it to fail, was it?

Of course not.

I kept quiet too.

If one of your gang had been caught,

I bet he'd have talked.

Don't you agree?

Maybe, yes.

To what do I owe the honour of your visit?

I've been thinking too, Georges,

and I've realized I love you.

No, that's impossible.

- I really love you. - You can't reinvent yourself.

Sorry, but in my state, I can't laugh.

- Don't you understand... - Oh yes.

Leave.

- Georges... - Get out of here.

Do you come here often?

Not often. But I've been before.

- To your love life! - To yours.

- It could be the same. - You don't beat about the bush.

- Why stand on ceremony? - We only met an hour ago.

Precisely. Where's the fun otherwise?

You're right.

- Besides, I made a vow. - A vow?

To only be interested in women I don't know.

The others disappoint you.

You had a hard blow.

Were you jilted?

You're a funny man.

What's the matter?

Is it that man

with the moustache? - Yes.

- Did you have words? - Worse. He attacked me.

He looks very nice though.

Hello, Georges.

How are you?

Better, despite everything you did.

I'm delighted to see you again.

The lady's coat, please.

- I've plenty to tell you. - I don't.

And I'm not alone.

- You soon will be. - What? I haven't finished!

Mr Villard will invite you another time.

You're going a bit far.

That's the limit! What a boor you are.

Goodbye, miss. Have a good evening.

Sorry, but she's a waste of time.

I thought you were a stickler for good manners.

It's always good to speak one's mind.

- What do you want? - To review things.

- I think the time has come. - Is that so?

I really appreciated your discretion.

It's very hard not to cave in during questioning,

especially when bedridden.

I took you for a traitor,

hence my regrettable fit of temper.

I'm extremely sorry.

What a friendly killer! This review is over.

- So long. The bill. - Wait, I'm not done.

I sometimes make amends for my mistakes.

Now that is worrying.

Having many accomplices makes you vulnerable.

So work alone.

You can't do great things alone.

- I'm keeping Florence... - A wife must follow her husband.

Florence isn't my wife.

She's your mistress then.

She's above all a friend now.

We're bound by certain things.

I'm keeping Florence and Denis. Would you like to join us?

You must be joking! We've nothing in common.

Probably, but we need good folk.

To play the patsies.

No, good folk.

Believe me, they're the hardest to hold onto.

- I have a fabulous plan. - Keep it.

Once is enough.

You prefer counting other people's money?

Maybe.

- Listen... - Don't insist, Steve.

I refuse.

It's me again.

Still me.

I was expecting you. You're very well organized.

Steve puts the bait on the hook, you snare the fish.

I thought this fish wanted to be caught.

Florence, drop the act.

Can't you see this isn't an act?

- You shouldn't have come. - Why?

Because I love you.

It's like an incurable disease.

- Listen, Florence... - Don't say another word.

Your go.

Yes, I know but I'm thinking.

Damn!

Mr Denis isn't good at thinking.

Evidently, Mr Denis hasn't progressed.

Flunky, you're gonna get this board down your throat!

Flunky? Sir, I won't allow...

Try to live together in harmony.

With Mr Denis, I believe that's impossible.

- The mistress. - Alone?

No, accompanied.

Excellent. Here, Thérése, take the chessboard away.

We won't be needing it.

We're changing games.

Very well, sir.

Georges, what a nice surprise!

Hello, mate. You're still looking peaky.

I haven't been away skiing!

He sucked lemons in hospital.

I'll leave you to talk, I'll go change.

She's right, let's talk. Sit down.

You know those PMU betting cafes?

Not half.

These establishments have teleprinters,

which print the race results.

I know.

Between the finish and printing,

there's a 2-minute gap.

At present, you're allowed to bet

up until the moment the teleprinter starts up.

That's all. Have you understood?

No.

Come on, Denis.

A man in the café, who knows the results

before the teleprinter transmission,

could bet on the winner. - Precisely.

We'd need to be telepathic to beat the machine.

We just need a telephone.

A telephone?

Racetracks have phone booths.

Florence will call the café where Georges is.

As soon as the winner crosses the line,

I'll convert his number into a letter.

Let's say No. 2 wins. The equivalent letter is B.

Yes.

Denis relays the info to Florence.

And then?

She asks to speak to a man

whose name begins with B, such as Benoit.

On hearing the name, George converts it.

He knows No. 2 has won and rushes to place a bet.

According to my calculations, it will only take 80 seconds.

- Very ingenious. - And risk-free.

We'll only bet on one race per meeting.

How the hell do you dream up stuff like that?

Hello? Go ahead.

Hello? Roquette 01-267

Café des Platanes?

Hold the line, please.

Francois!

Hello? Hello?

Some folk have a nerve.

Francois.

Hello? Mr who?

Mr Frangois?

Mr Francois is wanted on the telephone.

10 000 on No. 106, please.

Mr Francois, telephone!

Hello. The person isn't answering.

You're welcome, madam.

- And sir won? - Lots of money.

- You're lucky. - I tapped an opportunity.

Mr Steve, what a mind!

Speak of the devil.

Did it go well?

- Yes. - Give us the dosh.

- Any problems? - None.

I called the café too soon. The cashier got impatient.

- Watch the timing. - Right.

- Let's divvy up. - See you later.

Here's 20 000.

- Don't you agree? - Not at all.

- What's wrong? - You made 200 000 francs.

- 203 000. - And I only get 10%?

He's getting greedy.

No business will give you 10% of the profits,

and I own the patent.

Let's do it again tomorrow.

Tomorrow, sure. Don't bet more than 10 000.

Count on me.

What if an old nag wins?

When a favourite wins, we'll bet on the next race.

I'll be stuck in the café. What fun!

Let's be honest, you have to earn your percentage.

Hello? Mr Hubert? Hold the line.

Mr Hubert is wanted on the telephone.

10 000 on No. 308, please.

Hang on, 20 000.

Thank you.

You certainly don't go in for half measures.

- Nothing ventured, nothing gained. - Too much ventured...

Yes? Hold the line, madam.

Mr Durand is wanted on the telephone.

No. 504.

20 000 francs.

Mr Durand?

- Here, sir. - Thank you.

Coming.

- Hi. Am I disturbing you? - Not at all.

- Nothing broken, I hope. - Nothing yet.

What does that mean?

With the money you're earning now,

you could furnish this place more elegantly.

I have common tastes.

So are your methods.

My methods?

Yes. I mean the way you hoard money.

According to my calculations, since we started betting,

you must have amassed a small fortune.

Your thriftiness is common too.

What are you talking about?

The truth, of course.

On the 16th of last month, at the Brasserie des Planches,

you bet 20 000 instead of 10 000.

Which brought you in concealed earnings

of 94 000 francs. Correct?

- But... But it's... - What?

Are you spying on me?

That isn't a very nice word.

Sit down.

I set up checks, just as all companies do.

I was supposed to bet 10 000. The rest is my affair.

- On the 19th... - Stop! Spare me

your snitches' reports.

In all, you've amassed a surplus

of 1 810 000 francs, of which you owe me,

after your 10% has been deducted, 1 629 000 francs.

I think that's right, but you can always check.

Not a penny. You won't have anything, you hear?

It's my money. It was a personal bet.

Don't be so childish.

In our profession, there are no personal bets.

I have an appointment. Please give me the money.

- Listen, Steve... - Now!

Unless you'd rather Denis came to collect it.

Unless you'd rather Denis came to collect it.

France's nest egg.

Here are your fees.

Your apprenticeship is more laborious than expected.

The betting is getting risky,

but I have new plan.

I'll be in touch, common man.

I'm sick of you! I never want to see you again.

That'd be a mistake.

Florence wouldn't get over you.

- Am I late? - No. We're both early.

Me a bit more than you because I love you.

It's no way to love.

Florence, we should go far, far away.

- I want to escape this life. - I understand, darling.

But to go far away, we need lots of money.

By the way, Steve told me to summon you.

- Those were his very words. - What does he want?

I don't know. To tell you about a plan.

- I'm not interested. - It'd help ours.

Not at that price.

Listen, Georges.

- Do you really want to go? - Oh yes.

Well then...

Would you take risks to make a lot of money?

- It depends. - On what?

On what you mean by "risks" and "a lot of money".

- It's an armed robbery. - Really?

I thought you only went in for low-risk schemes.

How many people do we kill?

We simply intimidate them.

The operation will bring in one hundred million.

Divided how?

20% for you, 20% for Denis...

Stop! We'd have to be charitable to you.

You're very sure of yourself.

I've learnt from my mistakes.

Right, listen to me.

100 million is what we'll find, on a Saturday night,

in Forges-les-Eaux Casino.

What?

Florence, 5km along this road

is the end of the casino's lake.

Leave the car there and walk back to the pontoon,

where the speedboat is. Wait for us there.

All right, Steve.

Thérése, to the basement. You know where it is?

Yes, sir.

Hide this. A torch would seem odd.

- What do I do? - Sit at a table and play.

Thérése, at 2 a.m., will cut the lights.

Shine your torch on Denis, who'll calm folk down.

I've got what I need for that.

Then I'll scoop up the money.

- Understood. - Go on. And don't panic.

Don't go into the room at the same time as Georges.

Get ready to speed off with Denis and Thérese.

- When I was a chauffeur... - Another time.

Very well, sir.

23, red, odd and passe.

20, 17.

11.

Gentlemen, place your bets.

- 29. - 17.

- 22. - 31.

- 24. - 22.

- 28. - 22, 23.

23, 24.

34,

13, black, odd and manque.

Here, sir, 52, 500.

- Thank you. Here. - Thank you, sir. For the staff.

- Here, sir, 850 000. - Thank you.

- Here. - Thank you, sir. For the staff.

- 0 and 6. - 32.

7. 8.

5.

2.

22, black, even and passe.

6-1, transversale, cheval and plain.

Sir, 1 350 000 for you.

- 20 000 on black. - Thank you.

- 500,000 on even. - For the staff.

Thank you, sir. For the staff.

May I play again?

Here. Here.

I've never played before.

10 000 on 16.

You're tempting fate. You need to have

nerves of steel to risk such an amount.

- Luck is on my side. - For now.

I'd be surprised if you didn't lose most of it.

13, black, odd and manque.

- For the staff. - Thank you, sir.

Goodbye.

Gentlemen, place your bets.

- Not so fast! - Get off, or I'll shout.

Bastard.

- 33. - 13.

Place your bets.

18 500 000, 600 000, 700 000, 800 000.

Here, sir.

- For you. - Thank you kindly.

Don't you have...?

Thank you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Are you leaving?

Yes. Honesty suits me better.

Don't let him leave. He won a fortune.

A stroke of luck.

A huge stroke of luck, that's all, folks.

Don't be a fool. Go back to your post.

This money is mine. Take the rest if you like.

Don't you move.

Listen, give me the money and I'll share it out.

You played on my orders.

But I won for me and I'm keeping my money!

Change your mind, or it's the morgue for you.

Let's get out of here.

I'll have been your patsy to the bitter end.

No one must leave the gaming room.

- Go that way. I'll head to the lake. - OK.

- Hurry! - And Steve?

I'll explain later.

- Let's go! - And the boss?

He must be in the speedboat.

Is it the boats making you so optimistic?

Yes. A boat, for me, means sailing far away.

But not too far, though.

We have to think of our safety. Steve escaped the police.

It's always like that. Foxes are rarely caught by hounds.

Do you think we'll be able to leave?

Of course. It all depends where we go.

Anywhere, provided you're far away from Steve.

Do you still love me as much?

More and more.

Ah, darling...

How lovely it is to be rich with you.

And by honest means too.

We're rich, my darling. 18 million.

Enough for a complete change.

Only snakes change skin.

What's the matter?

- You've always said... - Yes. I know.

Come on, let's organize our departure.

You can't leave the case here. It'd be risky.

Of course not.

You can't walk around with 18 million.

- What else can I do? - I don't know.

Depositing it in a bank would attract attention.

- I've got an idea. - What?

The left-luggage office at the station.

You leave the case and pick it up whenever you like.

- Are you sure it's safe? - Why wouldn't it be?

In that case, let's go right away.

You scared me.

I'll never get used to your ways.

You're getting old. Switch it off! It's like an airport.

Factory life isn't for me. Is the boss here?

The master has gone out.

- Where to? - We don't know.

But where do you think?

The mistress's departure has affected him.

If I get my hands on her, I'll give her a hiding.

It's possible the master will soon find her.

- Does he have a lead? - Maybe.

- Did he give you the details? - No.

But since I met the master,

I've learnt to interpret his silences.

If he does find her, it'll be all over the papers.

How's the honeymoon going?

I've things to say to you. Meet me at the bar.

I don't wish to hear them.

Only the deaf and the dead cannot hear.

In a quarter of an hour.

You love spending money and I love giving it you.

We complement each other.

- You're making a bad mistake. - Which?

Going with Georges. You're not made for him.

He's honest. It's a weakness of his.

You're not qualified to judge him, Steve.

He's the one who's right.

And me... I love him.

Love? But you can't live on that alone.

What'll you do when the money runs out?

The washing-up?

Conclusion?

Conclusion: it's him or me.

And when I say "him", you know what I mean.

Florence?

Darling?

She can't have...

Hello? Porter? This is room 92.

Has my wife gone out? How long ago?

Call me a taxi. I'll be right down.

Follow that taxi.

What do you want?

This?

Pick it up.

I said pick it up.

Georges!

THE END