All language subtitles for [SubtitleTools.com] My.Name.Is.Modesty.A.Modesty.Blaise.Adventure.2004

Mmm.

Hello.

Food.

Food!

For you!

Eat.

Want something to eat?

It's all right, Missy.

I won't hurt you, Okay? I promise.

What's your name?

Where are your parents?

Your mama? Papa?

Dada?

No, no, no, no. You need this.

May I help?

Like this.

You see?

I did not know it was that delicious.

Hey!

Missy!

Where is she?

She took it like a fox.

Hey!

Good luck!

No more bets, please. Les jeux sont faits.

Everybody is born with a certain amount of luck.

Some spend their luck on cards.

Some spend it at the wheel.

One out of 36 chances

for the lucky,

or the brave,

or the foolish.

One out of 36, did I say?

Actually, no. One out of 37.

Most people like to forget

that the odds are stacked against them.

I can't forget, because that little green zero,

the house edge, that is what pays my salary.

Zero!

Yes! Ha!

As I said,

everyone gets a certain amount of luck.

Some frivol it away at the gaming tables.

Me?

I save my luck for when I need it.

Mm, mm.

My boss, Henri Louche,

doesn't mind when a customer gets lucky.

Thank you.

But that gentleman-- he went beyond that.

Whoops.

He got greedy.

So his luck needed to change.

Yeah.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Place your bets, please. La partie continue.

Nice.

Hmm.

What's your name, pretty lady?

My name is Modesty, sir.

Pretty Modesty, this one is for you.

Give me luck.

Thank you, sir.

No more bets, please. Les jeux sont faits.

16 red.

My lady, please. Cash me out.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

I want my cash, please.

So, you're leaving?

All right.

Once more.

Hmm.

Place your new bets, please.

Monsieur Louche taught me how to plan

for moments like this. He taught me...

...when you fleece a customer,

He must never know it. Heh.

If he never wins,

He knows the wheel is crooked.

So, he places a series of small bets.

He wins.

But he doubles up,

triples up after a big loss. Then we have him.

No more bets, please. Les jeux sont faits.

That's when you take him to the cleaners.

Anyone is allowed to be lucky.

Your job is to make sure they don't get too lucky.

Place your new bets, please.

Everything is ready?

Sí, Monsieur Louche.

I have the information that the merchandise

will be waiting for us in the morning.

At the agreed upon price?

Yes, yes. Everything should be smooth.

Unless, of course,

we have any unexpected large payouts tonight, Señor.

Modesty Blaise is taking care of it.

No more bets, please. Les jeux sont faits.

13 black.

I'm so sorry, sir.

I want my money.

I didn't mean to be your unlucky charm.

Good luck.

These things happen.

Good luck to you...

pretty Modesty.

These things happen when greed clouds your judgment.

Monsieur Louche taught me that.

Place your bets, please. La partie continue.

It would've been nice this particular night

if he had followed his own advice.

Let's go.

What the hell?

Where are we?

Aah!

Who are you working for?

Whatever you're getting, I'll pay you double.

You think this is about money?

Triple. Name your price.

Close up for me, yes?

So early, Rafa?

I've put in a full day.

Must conserve my energy, hmm?

For Estrella?

You're gonna kill yourself.

But I die happy.

Go on. Go.

Boutellis and I will finish for you.

Tell Stassi...

It's 3 cases gin, 6 vodka...

2 rum, 4 whiskey.

I can always trust you to be on top of things.

Big day tomorrow.

Don't talk to me about tomorrow.

I don't want to know.

There are better ways to make money.

I do what Monsieur Louche says.

He calls me, I come.

Doesn't it ever bother you that--

When you have the Blaise gang,

You can do as you please. Hmm?

But this is the Louche gang.

Very true.

Fine, go ahead. Go.

We don't want to keep your Vesuvius waiting,

Do we?

I'll make this up to you. I promise.

Will you get the hell out of here, please?

Oh!

Good night.

The money is in the vault.

Everything is secure for tomorrow.

So, how did we do tonight?

Respectable.

Did Monsieur Louche say anything to you?

It could happen to anybody.

He just got lucky.

11 reds in a row. You saw it.

I tried to see how he was cheating.

He wasn't. Forget about it.

If you hadn't stepped in...

Let it go.

Yes.

It could happen to anybody.

And Monsieur Louche knows that.

Did Almavar put his tallies in? I didn't see him do it.

I'll look.

So, Irina, how did you make out?

I only got 2 orders wrong.

No, I meant how'd you do with your tips?

Fine.

The men don't seem to like me.

What are you doing?

Stop covering yourself up like a nun.

Danielle takes home 10 times this every night.

I can't do what Danielle does.

It's like magic, the way men throw money at her.

Magic? The only magic

is that the men who come into Club Louche

want to get happy down here.

Every time a pretty girl enters their field of vision.

And if the pretty girl pays him some attention...

I know.

Then they feel alive.

And the more men feel alive,

the more inclined they are to spend lots of money.

Now, who do you want them to spend that money on?

Danielle or you?

Me.

Good.

Then there's hope for you yet.

See? Stassi should know better.

Forget about it.

That's just Danielle's way.

One day, she'll die,

the doctors will cut open her chest,

and they'll find a cash register.

Oh, so you can smile.

Take that smile out onto the floor tomorrow night

and see if it makes a difference.

Get down!

Go! Come on, move!

Down! Stay down!

Come on! Stay down!

All clear.

Good evening, everybody.

So, who's in charge?

I'm in charge.

Huh? You okay? Mm-hmm.

Now... The vault--

I need you to open it for me. Hmm?

Uh-uh-uh. It's okay.

I can't.

I can't.

You can't, or you won't?

Tell the man what he needs to know.

It's good advice, hmm?

What? You want to-- you want to be a hero?

Waiting for the big reward?

Huh?

I don't know the combination. I swear.

You wouldn't be lying to me now, would you? Hmm?

I swear.

Don't worry. It's okay. It's okay.

Whoever has the combination, stand up now.

I'll give you 15 seconds before the next person dies,

starting...

now.

Three seconds. That's a new Olympic record.

So, you have the combination?

No, he had it.

He? Who's he?

The man you just killed.

He said he didn't.

What'd you expect?

He was just doing his job-- protecting the money.

Who else can open the vault?

No one, except Monsieur Louche himself.

Monsieur Louche. Of course.

Why didn't we think of Monsieur Louche?

Oh, yeah. Um...

I killed him already.

How did he die?

Well, he tried to fight back, but...

he knew he was outmatched, as are you.

No. How did he die?

Begging.

Then the 2 men who could open the vault are dead.

There has to be someone else.

Besides, the combination changes every 24 hours.

Change? How does it change? Monsieur Louche's computer.

Get on the computer. Find the combination.

I can't. I haven't got the passwords.

This doesn't really improve your situation.

I'm telling you everything I know.

Anything to stop you from killing

another person for no reason.

You think I'm bloodthirsty?

You think I like to kill?

I think you love it.

Maybe you're right.

You're not afraid of me.

I'm terrified.

No.

She's terrified.

If I let you into the vault,

will you let them go?

Of course. Why do you even ask?

Then the man you need is Rafael Garcia.

Unless you already killed him, too.

You said no one else knows the combination.

No, but he knows the password to get the combination.

Where is he?

He left early. He had a date.

Guys, upstairs.

Where are you going?

What?

If you're thinking of blasting your way in there,

you should know you'll kill yourself.

And all of us, and most likely

bring down the whole building.

Monsieur Louche has the vault booby-trapped.

The walls, doors, floors, ceiling--

All wired to explode

if someone tries a stunt like you're about to.

Destroy all his cash, all his records?

No, I do not think so.

Monsieur Louche isn't fool enough

to keep his records here.

As for the money, it's in Switzerland.

The cash here is pocket change.

So you can tell your men to put their toys away.

Monsieur Louche outfoxed your boss and he knows it.

Anything else you'd like to add?

No? You sure?

You think I don't know about the money

you need for the buy tomorrow?

Money that needs to be here, not in Switzerland.

Now move it upstairs.

Just a minute. The keys.

To Monsieur Louche's office.

I realize it's more fun to kick the door down, but--

Clean this mess up.

Irina, we're all going to die.

Shut up!

First they rape us, then they kill us.

Modesty's trying to save us. Can't you see?

Shut up!

Come on!

The vault. Where's the vault?

Blow it. Mm-hmm.

The money will do you no good when you're dead.

Let me prove it to you.

His plans are in the desk drawer.

Ah-ah-ah. Easy now.

You know how to read a schematic?

I do.

Each device is wired to all the others.

You trip one, they all go off.

These are the circuits.

That represents the wall over there.

Traps here, here, here, and here.

Think of each one as a landmine.

You trip it,

and they find your foot in the harbor tomorrow.

Or your head.

Miklos, this doesn't look good.

Call your Garcia. Get him here now.

His girl lives up the coast a long way from here.

Now!

Ay, mi amor.

Hola. Who is this?

Louche wants you to close up.

Monsieur Louche wants me to come back?

Louche said he was coming back

to check on it personally.

Yes, I understand. Of course.

Uh, uh... But can't you do it?

Not tonight.

No, no, no. I'm 12 miles from nowhere.

Our investors from Stockholm will arrive in 3 hours.

You're asking me to drive all the way back to Tangiers? Why?

If you're not here when he arrives...

I don't see how I can do it.

Come the usual way. You can make it.

I'll do my best to get there by 6:00.

Do better than your best.

Hmm...

So...

What do you say we stay here and...

get better acquainted, huh?

I think...

that I know you as well as I want to know you.

Stop wasting my time!

I'm sorry, baby.

Don't tell me Monsieur Louche wants you.

Louche is dead.

How? I don't know.

Who did it?

She could not say.

She? Who is she?

Modesty.

Who is Modesty?

She had a gun to her head.

I have to go.

If you call the police--

You say nothing to the police.

Go to Taza, to your family.

Te quiero.

Who is Modesty?

Hey!

How about this?

On account of your big mouth, I kill him?

That would be 3, and Ishua here would be 4.

You trying to set a record?

Garcia should be on his way.

He can open the vault.

Aah!

God.

He should be here by 6:00.

Looks like we have a bit of a wait.

Why don't you make yourselves more comfortable? Come on.

Hey. I want you away from the others.

What, you think I'll organize a rebellion? Like this?

You're a very tricky lady.

Thank you.

How old are you?

65. I had a bit of work done.

I don't know when I was born.

What, you don't know when you were born?

No.

Parents forgot to tell you your birthday?

I never had a birthday.

I never knew my parents.

So you're an orphan.

I believe we're more alike than you think.

I doubt that.

Let's play a game. A game?

Well, it's a casino, isn't it?

We're closed.

We just reopened.

We have time to pass until this Garcia arrives.

What did you have in mind?

Why don't we play roulette?

Um, if you know how to.

All right.

Sir, I must ask you to holster your gun.

What?

Roulette is a gentleman's game.

It's against house rules to shoot the wheel

if you don't like where the ball lands.

Your men have control of the room.

Now, give me a hundred chips.

Certainly, sir. Your money, please?

My money?

If you want to play roulette,

you have to bet with real money.

You really are crazy, aren't you?

The people who walk through that door are prepared

to risk something precious to them.

Their next rent payment, the future of their business,

their lover's esteem.

It just looks like money when they lay it on the table.

What they risk tells them something about who they are.

Whether they are truly brave...

or just pretending to be brave.

Oh.

And you'll pay me when I win?

Of course.

But you'll pay me with the casino's money.

All the money in this casino is mine

courtesy of your dead Monsieur Louche.

No, I do not bet my own money

to be paid by my own money.

Then you must find something else to risk.

Yeah? Well, what do you suggest?

Them.

If you lose, they go free.

They go free, they run to the police,

they run to your Garcia.

No.

If you are let free, you don't go to anyone.

If you do, everyone still here will die,

and don't think you'll be safe, either,

because Miklos here will hunt you down

and kill you if you go to the police.

Am I correct?

You're very correct.

All right, we play. This is the game.

We play for their release, one hostage at a time.

What are you playing for? You don't want money.

I want you.

We've been through this already.

Not the way you think. Oh?

I strip you naked, you wouldn't care.

No, I want you to give me something

I think you have never given to another man.

And what is that? The truth.

I ask you a question, you change the subject.

Your name, your age, where you come from--

There's not that much to tell.

I was an orphan.

I think for you to tell me who you really are

is the same as that girl taking her clothes off.

Now, if I win...

You tell me the truth about anything I ask.

And I mean the truth, no matter how embarrassing.

I don't embarrass.

Bet that's why they call you Modesty.

Am I right?

Did I guess right?

10 chips apiece.

Bet however you want.

Whoever has the most chips left after... 3 spins?

3 spins wins the round.

I win one round, you tell me a secret.

You win 2 rounds in a row, one of your friends go free.

You win one, but I have to win 2?

2 in a row.

That puts the odds always in your favor.

Oh, well, it's only fair.

Your stories could be boring.

Fine. We'll play. Place your bet.

No, no, no. No funny business.

No magnetic wheels, weighted balls.

You spin the wheel, then I place my bet.

I know about these things.

4 black.

29 black.

33 black.

Well, well, well, well.

Where do we begin?

How did you come by your name "Modesty"?

That's a long story.

Well, you start at the beginning.

What do you want from me? I want the truth.

You want to free your friends or not?

Where were you born?

Somewhere in the Balkans, I think.

Where?

I don't know. There was a war going on at the time.

There's always a war going on in the Balkans.

So they put you in an orphanage?

Well, if they did, I seem to have run away.

At some point, I wound up in a refugee camp.

Attention!

Sir!

What are you doing?

Preparing to have lunch, sir.

Well, hurry up!

Come on, old man!

What are you doing? Let go!

Let go!

I said back off!

Ah!

No! Not my bag!

Leave him alone!

Ah!

Somebody call the police!

Police!

Are you all right?

Thank you. Thank you.

Come on, let's go, men! Hurry up!

Come on!

Stop!

Hurry!

Stop them! Stop them! Keep going!

That tent over there!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Where? Where? Where?

This way!

Through here!

Everybody out! Go!

Halt! Stop! Stop!

They have the jeep!

They're getting away! Fire!

Fire!

He had no papers. That was the government's game.

When refugees crossed the border,

the army took away their identity papers.

Of course, then they said to us

that you can't leave the camp without the papers.

So you needed baksheesh.

To bribe the guards, yes.

But I didn't have any money, and Lob certainly didn't.

That's the old man?

Yes.

No. No. What's wrong?

Out of fuel.

Screwdriver, pliers, we keep.

Flashlight.

And I found these.

We need every match to make fires.

It becomes freezing in the mountains at night.

I can make fire without matches.

Besides, cigarettes are bad for you.

So you don't want this, then?

This we keep.

Ah.

Heh. Gets lighter as we go.

I thought you're sick.

I'm out of my cage.

Very foolish...

Going off with an old man you know nothing about.

He could have been anything.

A criminal--

Ha ha! Oh, and you have deep moral objections

to associating with criminals, is that it?

No, but you were just a little girl.

I was never a little girl.

My joining forces with Lob

was easily the best decision I ever made in my life.

Put this on. Why?

Just put it on, little miss Modesty.

Please.

From that day on, he called me Modesty.

So, what's in your bag?

What did those thieves want?

Money. Thieves always want money.

But you have no money.

They didn't know that.

Gold? Jewels?

More precious than that.

Can I see?

They nearly killed you. These are not worth dying for.

I don't expect you to understand.

Let's talk about it in the morning, huh?

13 black.

So, what happened next?

That was 3 spins. I won.

What? No, I count only 2. You keep talking.

Honor your bet.

It was 3.

Who asked you, huh?

Shut up!

I won.

Do I get to collect?

Well, you choose. Quickly.

Ishua, but you have to give me one more.

No, we had a deal.

You win, one of your friends go free. One!

You changed the rules when you shot Ishua.

What rules?

If he doesn't get to a hospital, he won't make it.

Are you gonna take him there?

Okay.

You get one in advance.

Your next win, you already have your prize.

Fine. That's fair.

Irina, this is too rough a world for you.

Go back to where you came from and don't look back.

You're wrong about me. Choose someone else.

But you can take Ishua to the hospital with you.

Believe me, take the exit while it's on offer.

Olivette can do it.

Fine. Have it your way. Olivette?

I will take Ishua straight to the hospital.

If you breathe one word about this to anyone,

we will all be killed, you understand that?

Oui, Modesty.

Go.

Ah.

10 chips.

So, where were we?

Wandering through turkey.

The professor and I--

Professor?

Lob was once a history professor in Zagreb.

Until, unfortunately,

he committed a major crime against the state.

What was his crime?

Telling the truth.

He was sentenced to 40 years in prison.

He escaped by killing 2 of the guards.

So, of course, then he was wanted for murder as well.

He did what he had to do.

Anyway, this one day...

I was sneaking my way through one of his precious books.

The drawings seemed to be telling a story...

but I couldn't make out what the story was.

You know...

there are words that go with those pictures.

Would you like me to teach you to read?

Why?

It would be my way of paying you back

for saving my life.

If you want to pay me back, I'll take gold.

Who is this?

That is Merlin,

the greatest wizard who ever lived.

He was King Arthur's teacher.

Why would a king need a teacher?

Oh, everyone needs a teacher.

Someday, you will have many things

to teach to someone else.

Merlin taught Arthur how to be

one of the greatest kings who ever lived.

He taught him poetry and war...

and about justice.

I know everything I need to know.

Now it is my turn to ask you a question.

What did Louche do to you

to cause you to do something like this?

None of your business.

Our lives are in your hands.

Doesn't that make it my business?

Your dear Monsieur Louche...

sold my father defective rifles in an arms deal.

I thought you said you were an orphan.

How do you think I became one?

If those rifles had done what they were supposed to do,

my father and 6 of his top lieutenants

would've been alive today.

Instead, I had to bury my father.

A boy of 11, and I had to bury him.

And you've been waiting all this time for your revenge?

No, I waited until I knew I could not fail.

You see? I have not failed.

Louche is dead.

Now, I ask the questions here.

So, this is when you left the professor.

No. He began to teach me.

That's how he made his living,

traveling from village to village,

teaching children to read.

But to me, the words on the page

might as well have been hieroglyphics.

I felt stupid because I couldn't crack the code,

but he wouldn't give up,

and gradually, the words began to make sense.

He had wandered from India to Morocco for nearly 30 years.

He knew seven languages,

he understood history and science and poetry.

And this man who knew everything

told me I was special.

No one had ever told me that before.

I didn't tell you to stop.

So, your professor taught you. Go on.

There's not that much to tell.

I grew up. Lob was like a father to me.

He taught me, scolded me.

He scolded you.

I would have liked to have seen that.

So, what have you got there?

Where did you get that? I found it.

You found it? Where?

I found it around my neck.

After I stole it.

You stole it?

Were the people you robbed rich?

No.

You must give it back.

No! I've never had anything this pretty.

If I stole from a rich person, would you be so upset?

That's not the point. There is a line.

What line?

A poor woman is crying right now

Because the only beautiful thing

she will ever own has been taken from her.

It is a cruel thing to cause pain to a woman

who has already known a lifetime of pain.

If you do not return it...

I will leave you.

How will I know where the line is?

You'll spend the rest of your life

answering that question.

I'll take it back.

And did you take the necklace back?

Of course I did.

You did what he told you to do.

I find that hard to believe.

He taught you not to steal,

and yet you end up working for a bandit like Louche?

What I do is not stealing.

Oh, wait. Please don't tell me.

This is an honest casino

and you would never, ever cheat a customer.

No one who didn't deserve it.

Spin the wheel.

And keep both hands on the table if you don't mind.

He picked up ancient secrets of self-defense

from the Far East.

The old man taught you how to fight?

What I called fighting, he called laziness.

I learned why even the great masters of Chin Na

will practice the same basic movements for a lifetime,

just the way a great concert pianist

never stops practicing his scales.

Eventually, the movements become so much a part of you,

you don't even think about them.

Lob taught me that there is more to shooting an arrow

than just hitting the target.

It's about training your mind to focus on the task at hand

and not let anything distract you from your goal.

As we traveled country to country,

Lob and I spoke a different language every day.

Each week, I had to write an essay

on what I had learned the week before.

This was his way of getting me to think about the future,

to walk through doors

I might otherwise be afraid to go through.

28 black.

We could do it.

We could do it when they're not watching.

Hmm.

No.

Garcia should be here at any moment.

Why don't you just let the rest of them go, yeah?

I'll let them go when you win 2 in a row.

I'll let you know when I'm bored.

Lob was happy

trampling from one place to another.

But he was finally willing to settle down for me.

It's like that roulette ball.

It can bounce around for only so long.

Eventually, it has to land someplace.

So, where will we live?

In Tangiers.

Wherever we can afford the rent.

Rent? Of course.

You have to pay the landlord.

But what about papers?

We don't have any identity papers.

Papers you can get.

Find the right people,

pay them the right amount.

You will need a name.

But I have a name.

Modesty.

A last name.

Why?

To write on the papers

in the blank space where it says "last name."

I will use yours.

People will think I am your daughter.

That would be all right, wouldn't it?

That would make me very proud.

But you should choose your own name.

The name that says who you are, and...

who you want to be.

I can't think of a name.

You have time.

It'll be some months before we get there.

You will think of it...

dream about it...

and when we get to Tangiers, you will tell me your new name.

Modesty...

Modesty... Blaise.

It came from the King Arthur stories.

Blaise was Merlin's tutor, as Lob had been mine.

What did he say when you told him?

He never got to hear it.

We were crossing Algeria during the troubles.

We were headed to Tangiers.

We were in a small village.

The government thought the villagers

were shielding rebels.

There was a mortar attack.

Government tanks descended upon the village.

He was killed?

One minute, he was next to me...

And you never found him?

Hidden somewhere out in the desert

there is a mass grave with over 30 bodies in it.

There is a part of me buried there as well.

I believe we are more alike than I thought.

Your father, Lob...

both killed in accidents of war.

No accident. I know who's to blame.

The Louche I knew would not sell defective guns.

Of course you would say that, wouldn't you?

Your charming monsieur treats a girl like you so very well.

It's not what you think.

Oh, come on. Look at you.

You're with a man 3 times your age.

What am I supposed to think?

You're supposed to think I was in a new country

with no papers, no money, no friends.

And I had just lost the one person

who had ever meant anything to me.

I was back to hunting for food in the hills.

Only this time...

the hills were the buildings of a great city.

The line Lob taught me about...

I couldn't see it clearly anymore.

I had accumulated all this knowledge,

but it was useless.

And I didn't care.

What I needed right then was to feed my stomach.

Nicely done.

Excuse me, sir. Let me go!

Normally, I wouldn't care.

but the wallet you just stole,

it belongs to a customer of mine.

A good customer.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Of course you don't.

You see, here's the way it works.

If my good customer doesn't have his wallet,

he doesn't have his money. If he doesn't have his money,

he can't spend it in my establishment.

So, you see, you steal from him,

You steal from me.

Where did you come from?

The desert.

I'm going to let you go.

Don't run away.

Don't worry. I won't call the police,

and I won't take the wallet.

Are you hungry?

Come, have something to eat.

Mm. Some lunch for my young friend.

Oui, monsieur.

So, why were you in the desert?

I was... Traveling.

Traveling? Across the Sahara?

Hmm. I see.

Yes.

So you know how to survive the desert.

And you hooked old Pierre's wallet

as prettily as I've seen in a long time.

What else do you know how to do?

I know how to read,

I know how to write in English, French,

Arabic, Italian, Berber, and Croatian.

I can speak Greek, but not read it yet.

I know how to steal a car.

Mmm.

I can fight with my hands,

With a gun, with a knife.

I know how to set a table for a formal dinner.

I can pick locks-- some kinds, not all yet.

I can swim. I can hold my breath for 6 minutes.

Do you want a job?

A what?

31 black.

17.

Your move. Come on. Let's go.

18.

I won.

Oh, no, no, no.

A tie.

So, what do we do when we tie?

We go again, I suppose. No.

Ah. Uh-huh.

See?

Do I get my prize?

But you already got your prize.

Where's the girl in red? Eh?

Hey?

She went in the last round.

You--

You, find her. Move! Come on!

You, keep them here.

They breathe too loud, you shoot them.

I had nothing to do with it!

Ah!

Nice try.

Come on. Let's go.

Get up!

No! No!

I'm sorry.

I've been nice to you, letting your friends go.

All the time you're plotting... Plotting!

I didn't know she was going to run.

Your Garcia was supposed to be here half an hour ago.

He's not coming.

He is. I swear.

No, I'll save you for last.

Stop.

I know the combination.

I can get you into the vault.

Go on.

Garcia's not coming. You're right.

When I talked to him,

I told him what was happening.

You told him nothing. I was listening.

It was in code.

We have a code to use when we're in trouble.

He was supposed to go and round up Louche's men

and come and rescue us.

The game? I was just playing for time.

I suppose now you're going to tell me

he has the casino surrounded.

Isn't it obvious? He sold out on us.

Louche was dead.

He probably thought he was next on the list.

Hmm.

Does that surprise you?

Yes.

You're afraid.

You weren't afraid before, but...

You're afraid now.

If you'll let everybody go,

I will get you into the vault.

No.

No more games.

You go upstairs, you open the vault.

Forget about your friends.

If I want to kill them, I'll kill them.

If I want to let them live, I'll let them live.

You're the boss.

Huh? You're the boss.

I didn't quite get that.

You're the boss!

Yeah, at last we understand each other.

So you knew this password all along, huh?

No, no, I didn't. Not until Garcia told me.

Hmm. Your secret code.

Yes.

Garcia said he was 12 miles from nowhere.

The truth was, he was meeting his girlfriend in Tangiers.

Then he said the investors were coming from Stockholm.

And they'd be here in under 3 hours.

So, 3.

No, 180 minutes.

Got it.

Open it.

Where's the light switch?

I don't know. I've never been in the vault.

What's the matter?

You tell me.

All your stories about traps and plans...

Do you want me to go in first?

I understand. Some little boys

never get over their fear of the dark.

Hey, there's a tunnel here.

What?

Modesty.

Hold it.

Modesty!

Let's go.

Alone at last.

Just what I've been waiting for.

Ah!

I surrender.

What was that?

I find myself hard of hearing.

You're the boss.

Damn right!

No!

Some people think luck will never leave them...

so they don't care whom they hurt along the way.

As I said,

I save my luck for when I need it.

In a strange way, Louche did the same.

He built a secret way out of the vault

to secure his escape from enemies.

He never got to use it. But Garcia did.

Garcia.

You're gonna be okay. Thank you.

And in doing so,

all the luck Louche had tried to save up for himself

was instead bequeathed to the rest of us.

You should go to the hospital.

I'll be fine.

I heal quickly.

I was really proud of you today, Irina.

Danielle ran, but you--

You stayed with your friends.

Thank you.

Miss Modesty.

Yes, Stassi?

I listened, we all listened

to the stories you told the man today.

Yes?

Well, mademoiselle,

some of us were wondering how much of it was true.

My name is Modesty.

Rafael.

I want double crews in here to repair the damage.

I want to be open tomorrow night.

Yes, Ms. Blaise.

And tell Louche's suppliers the drug deal is cancelled.

Give them 20,000 dollars and an apology.

They will come after us.

They'll find another buyer soon enough.

We're not in that business anymore, Rafa.

You understand?

As you please.

You're the boss.

Rafa...

Thank you.

You saved us all.

You call me...

...I come.

I'm sorry about your father.

But we all come from tough situations.

Lob taught me that we always have choices

about what we make of ourselves.

But we don't always know where the choices will lead.

Yours closed a door for you...

but opened one for me.

Wish me luck.