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It's been five years.

Everybody get your hands
behind your heads, fast!

I'm thirsty.

Ho. Have a look.

It's them.

Hello.

Now these are just dynamite.

The numbers are in sequence.

They'll be checking all the
deliveries they made this morning.

They'll be able to
spot these bills right away.

How much is it?

Fifty.

What are you going to do with them?

Ho.

- Take these and burn them.
- What, you mean we've been brought
here to watch you burn a fortune?

Half a million, from two and a half.
Still leaves two million for us.

We can change them for
un-numbered bills, can't we?

Possibly. But my policy
is not to run risks.

Go on, Ho.

- This bonfire's one I want to watch.
- Go ahead, you're entitled.

This breaks my heart.

Then why do it?

Ho! Look out!

You'll just have to change ties!

Canter, it's me.

All burned.

Thanks Ho.

Still the same old tricks, huh?

They're the best.

Ho, alright?

Maybe he's not satisfied?

I didn't complain.

If you don't like it, don't
hesitate to speak up.

Why shouldn't I?

What a day, I'm really beat!

- Have you got your car?
- Yes, yes.

Miss Greg wants to know if Benedict
would take an assignment in Finland
next week?

Hertz rentacar needs the photos
of you as a hostess,
for Berlin and Amsterdam.

They're waiting for you at
Ted Lapidus' boutique in St. Germain.

So, was your boss satisfied?

I reckon! We won all
the Performance Indexes.

- Did you win the race then?
- No, no, it wasn't homologated.

I don't understand.

I don't understand a thing
about your racing.

- When are you leaving again?
- Next week.

To Panama.

- For long?
- A couple of weeks.

Well, that's if I
do the Formula 2 tests.

How about coming with me to Finland?

- It's not a bad idea, right?
- I wish I could, but you know I can't.

- Your boss is a slave driver!
- He keeps us quiet.

It's exciting, don't you think?

Doesn't look a bit like you.

- What's going on?
- I'm kidnapping you.

- How do you like my hideaway?
A gift from my father.
- What a screwball you are!

I'm not crazy, Francois.

I'm just a little girl. I'm a baby.

We're too well known for this caper,
I'm afraid. We'll have to wear masks.

It's a beautiful system - how
do you figure on beating it?

Don't worry, I'll explain. Ho,
pull over to the corner of the
Boulevard like the first time.

You all wait here.

Ho, get back at the wheel
and get ready to go!

My papers. Get out of here fast.
Beat it! You hear me!

Bad way to die.

You said it, bad way to die.

He never would wear a holster.

He worked out a plan
and checked it with me.

We can still pull it off, if you want to.

All we need is a driver.

I didn't mean to be your boss though.

No, your mouth is watering for it.

I only wanted to pull this off
the way Canter had planned it.

- I know guys who'd be interested.
- With you as driver?

I'd prefer to be in on the action.

So I get a full share.

- I've never let you down.
- Not with a steering wheel.

If it's a question of money,
we might arrange it.

No, that's not my point.

Francois!

Francois! I'm coming!
I'll make some coffee.

Good morning.

A celebration, Francois?
What is it?

- Guess!
- You and me?

Three what?

It's three months I've known you.

Keep your eyes closed.

No peeking!

- You're crazy, Francois?
- Maybe.

You mind if I'm crazy?

No. But I can't keep it.

I can't let you go into debt for me.

Oh, you know Panama means
a lot of money for me.

- Besides, it'll bring me luck.
- Alright, I accept.

Hear that? That's a Curlew.

I love life, Francois.

And you, you love?

Me? I love you.

- What else?
- I love you.

What are you doing? Francois!

What are you doing? Francois!

What are you doing? Francois!

Thief!

1 m 79 cm.

Medium brown hair.

Eyes, hazel.

No distinguishing marks.

- Name?
- Holin.

- First name?
- Francois.

Born April 13th, 1932 in Nice,
is that right?

Yes.

- Previous convictions?
- None.

Profile 214318.

Full-face 214318.
Next!

Francois Holin, born in Nice, April 1932.

Father, Marius, shoemaker.
Marie Casarin, schoolteacher.

Both parents deceased.

Address: 23 Rue des Brocardiennes,
Marseilles.

Education, irregular.

Army service.
Racing driver.

Until your license was withdrawn,
five years ago. Correct?

Yes sir.

Withdrawn for fixing a race and
causing the death of Michael O'Casey.

But you weren't prosecuted.

- Correct?
- Correct, sir.

Who was that car for?

- Well, for me.
- I don't doubt it.

But who was going to buy it?

I don't know. I would've found somebody.

Your residence is in Marseille...

Your residence is in Marseille...

No sir, I got off
the train last night.

You know anyone in Paris?

No sir.

- Pretty necktie.
- It was a gift.

From a woman? Put it on,
we're gonna take a walk.

What do you think of it?

It's an ambulance.

Don't try to be funny, now.

Sit at the wheel!

Alright!

Look straight ahead.

Look towards me.

Here, take a cigarette.

Put out the cigarette, please.

I said put it out, not throw it out.

At the wheel I always throw them out.

Alright, get out.

But he didn't put it out on
the windshield like the other.

Maybe it isn't the same man.

The cigarette's only
a clue, not a proof.

Excuse me.

Take off the necktie.

Now we'll indict you, and put
you on ice for a while.

What's the charge?

Automobile theft.

You were caught red-handed.

- Fine, it's my first offence, you know?
- Yes, but you know bank
robberies start with car theft.

So I have to open a
file on that angle too.

Then we'll see what we see.

Shit!

A light!

Hey Chief, he's filthy - we
don't want him. He's a tramp!

They've got single cells.

Sometimes they do, but
right now they're full.

God, does he stink!

Well, quiet boy's found a friend.

DDT! So this is cleanliness!

Don't feel bad guys,
I've only 45 days.

- Martinelli!
- That's me.

Sign here.

- Holin!
- That's me, Chief.

What do you want with
three kilos of onions?

It prevents scurvy. You know, vitamins.

Sign here.

- Why haven't you shaved?
- Because I've got pimples.

Praline, is
that your real name?

What do you think?

Long ago...

...I worked in a confectioners.

And I had a special weakness
for praline. You know?

Who'd you work for?

I was in business for myself.

A friend let me borrow
some of his clothes.

Here in prison, I suppose they'll do.

We still have a couple of
little questions for you,
before you see the judge.

Where were you on Monday January
15th between ten and twelve?

It's not that long ago.
Barely a month.

I was in Marseille, I'm sure of that.

- Were you working?
- No. Not in January.

What did you do then?

Were you home?

What address?

- My address is on the record.
- The one in the papers?

Nope, unknown in the Precinct.

Sorry, we need a better address.

- The real one for instance.
- I was in a hotel.

Alright. We're listening. Well?

I'm not gonna make trouble for a pal,
just because he didn't make me
fill out the register.

Why wouldn't you register?
Come on, you weren't wanted then.

No, I was broke.

He was a guy I met in prison in Nice.

You understand, because
of my car accident.

So as a favour he put me up.

For how long?

A year.

For nothing?

Such hospitality is surprising nowadays.

Canter, you know him?

Sure, I've heard of him.

- In the papers.
- In the papers?

And in Marseille, you didn't
happen to run into him?

Never.

And these guys?

Never saw them.

Too bad. You say you never saw them.

Witnesses say the contrary.

Monday January 15th.
Anything to change?

No, nothing to change.

Talking will make sure
it gets into your record.

So far you're not a killer.
But you're protecting these killers.

You can pay for them, if you want to.

You're only a driver, so far.
But you'll make us believe you're more.

Much more.

What's this all about, anyway?
I don't understand...

I wasn't even in Paris that day.
I swear I was in Marseille.

I'm a broken-down wino! Stop!

What am I without my license? A beggar!

You don't know what it's like
to sink down and down...

Every day, to sink lower...

Looks like the old
tramp has a butler.

Well he ought to make
him wash his socks.

So we could breathe in here.

No point both of us getting up.

Tomorrow I'll take my
turn, that's fair.

If you like.

Tell me something,
when are you getting out?

In a week or two, I think.

In a cage,there's no point
in counting the days.

Hey listen, would you mind if I
went to the infirmary in your place?

If I go down, they may be
a little gentler.

If you like.

What's your name?

I mean the real one.
It's not really Praline.

Robert Mirainville, that's it?.

- All taken care of?
- Just fine, Chief.

He gave me a shot.
Calcium, I think it was.

Hey Chief, would you write
me a letter to the office?
I wanna know when I get out.

No point bothering with a letter
- I'll call it.

Mirainville, what?

Robert, Chief...They
picked me up on the 29th.

Hello, Records Office, this is
Roger Dusaux. Robert Mirainville,
when's he getting out?

Fine, thanks.

- What are you looking for?
- My cigarettes, got any objections?.

Hey! Where are my cigarettes?
Did you take 'em, you punk?

I swear it's not me, boss!

Hey, what are you doing in my pocket?
Make yourself at home.

At home is right. I'll teach you
to steal from a buddy.

Chief! Chief!

What's going on?

This toad tried
to clip my cigarettes.

- You're crazy. I didn't touch 'em.
- Alright, both of you, in the hole.

- Understand?
- Yes, Chief.

Next time take a shower before you come,

...otherwise no more treatments.

Hey Chief, may I?

Say Chief, you're
almost through, huh?

Crazy Praline!

Take it easy Chief,
you gave me a shock.

Thanks! Thanks a lot!

Is loudmouth gone?

Yeah. And those two new
ones never say a word.

- This soup tastes as bitter as poison.
- Poison is right.

I'm going to be sorry to leave you.

- When are you getting out?
- Two or three days.

I'll have to ask the Chief.

I didn't forget you at the infirmary.

That's got a kick!

Yeah, it's 90%.
It's all I could find.

- You getting out?
- Yeah. This morning.

Mirainville.

Go on down.

- You're really in a hurry
to get out, aren't you?
- You bet I am.

Mirainville...

Go on in...

Mirainville, Robert.

- Mother's first name?
- Germaine.

- Father's first name?
- Lucien.

Residence?

None.

For heaven's sake!

- Get him away!
- Get going!

Go on!

- Miss...
- Yes?

- Don't you have anything else?
- I'm sorry, from Central
America, that's all I have.

It's marvellous to see
you, you know. Just incredible.

How come I don't get a kiss?

You didn't kiss me.

- Are you mad?
- Why?

I want you to know I thought
of you a lot down there.

- But something horrible happened. Horrible.
- In Panama?

Well, of course, in Panama.

- I got you a present down there.
- Oh, that's kind.

I love you, B�n�dict.
I love you.

Believe me.

I'd like to believe you, Francois.

Sorry I didn't write to you.

Is that what's wrong?

You thought I forgotten you?

Is that it?

I lost my license.

So I'm not allowed to race.

B�n�dict, I killed a friend.
An old buddy I worked with for years.

I bumped into him on a corner,

...my wheel touched his,

..his car exploded.

Exploded, you understand!

He had a guinea pig he kept as a
mascot. That's all we found.

Shut up Francois, please!

No, Francois, not any more.

I don't love you... Not anymore.

Look at this, look and shut up.

It's all in there...

...who you are, where you've been.
You've got nothing to hide now,
Francois Holin.

You killed that man five years ago
to win a race, five years ago!

And now you tell some sob story
about him to get sympathy.
Well that's pretty rotten.

I don't care about you being
in jail. I accept that.

But playing an act.

Playing a cheap trick...
Get out!

I made you a card as a resistance
fighter. Can't do any harm.

There.

The set's complete.

Your name is: Barth�l�my Vernejoule.

38 years old, born July 3rd, 1930,
Saint-Etienne.

You're a grain merchant from Lyon.
Don't forget to sign all these huh?

Will do.

- "In any event Canter's sucessor
is afraid of nothing..."
- You sure you can spare it?

"He's a man with nerves of ice,
and a rugged constitution."

- Well whaddya know!
- Ah, they'll write anything in there.

- So long Martha.
- So long Ho. You want one?

No thanks.

Watch yourself, now.

Wait a secoond.

Hey, Ho!

My name is Francois Holin.
On your feet!

What's wrong with you?
What are you mad about?

- Ho's what all the boys call you.
- Shut up!

If Robert wasn't a friend,
you'd be dead.

He was working with the Schwartz
brothers last year?

Ah, don't worry about it.

I've got plans to talk over with you.

I'd be pleased if you and
Roger would work with me.

Roger and me are too old now.
We're just reservists.

- You mean you don't trust me?
- I have complete faith in you.

Not many guys get out of
jail the way you did.

But what you need now,
is frontline infantry.

How about the Schwartzes?

No. I'm not driving any cars.

Oh, and by the way, tell them from me,
they don't have to worry - I'm no talker.

The cops don't know, so they
can go back to the garage.

THE ESCAPE OF THE CENTURY: Holin,
the grey eminence of Francois Canter

Public enemy number one.

A man with nerves of ice.

Former racing driver,
fake tramp,

...this dangerous man has invented
a new form of gangsterism.

"Francois Holin removed a competitor
who was too dangerous in a
simulated accident..."

"...this was the first example of his
ruthlessness and nerves of steel."

"A gangster whose trail is causing the
Police anxious days and sleepless nights."

"A menace to the public,
whose career threatens us all."

"Gabriel Briand"

GABRIEL BRIAND
JOURNALIST

- Hurry up, Gabriel, I'm late already!
- Alright, alright...

What exactly do you
hope to gain by this?

- I hope he'll try something.
- What?

Whatever he wants, trouble.

Any kind of foolishness.

This has given him a swelled head,
and I have a notion this will
stimulate him.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

But I don't like being a stoolie.

Your sense of morality
is misplaced, Briand.

Holin's a public menace, and it's
my job to stop him, that's all.

- And me?
- You? You get the exclusive story
It's a good break, isn't it?

Yeah, I see...Shit.

You recognise me?

No.

Why? Should I?

Arsene Lupin + Al Capone.
Does that mean anything?

The bastard who got rid of a
competitor who was too dangerous.

The upstart, the fake, that's me.

That photo didn't flatter
you a bit, did it?

Start up, drive where I tell you.

Get moving, quick!

Otherwise you'll find out just
how much of a menace I can be.

You can pass them.
You're under the limit.

Remember to signal when you pass.

If they stop us, don't panic.
Show them your press card

Stop!

It's a perfect place.

- Scared?
- Yes.

That article, what you wrote about
the accident. Nothing but crap.

I write only what I'm told.

That's just fine.

Now you'll write the story I give you.

Do you think I'd plug you?

You've got me wrong.

All that business about a gangster.

I'm not a gangster. Get that
straight, or you won't
understand anything about me.

About O'Casey, that was nothing but
an act we did together. We had it
down pat. You follow me?

- O'Casey?
- You see, you've forgotten already.
He's the guy that got killed in
the accident.

A real maniac, but he had guts...

I liked him a lot.

He'd be ahead for the first ten laps...
then I'd catch up.

On the exits of the corners he'd
pretend to block me. On the straight
we'd be wheel to wheel.

All phoney, but the crowd went mad.

Did you get well paid?

Not much, drivers aren't expensive.

Then one day it went wrong.
It could've been me.

And that's what you're gonna write.

I want a smoke.

Try one of these.

That's a pretty sad
tie you've got.

Ties aren't a big
problem in my life.

Then why bother?

You have any friends
working at Monthl�ry?

I have friends pretty much everywhere.

You won't understand unless you
see it with your own eyes.

We'll follow on somebody's tail.

For laughs?

If you're scared, say so.
Don't be ashamed.

That's not it.

You say you've got to do a report
on racing. I want people to
know what happened.

It's very important to me.

Well, what about it?

We've got to get photos of a race
car at speed for a report.

I'm the only driver here today.

How about putting us in that one.
We'll be alright.

- You got a license?
- Yes, but not with me.

You want me to lose my job?

- No, but we need photos for
tomorrow's edition.
- That's too bad.

7,800 revs on the straight,
to the curve called La Foret...

...and through Les Biscornes.

You really know all about it?

Yes, I know it.

Keep an eye on the oil pressure.
Be careful at the Faye hairpin.

I'll put her in first gear - I know
she understeers on sharp corners.
And oversteers on slow ones.

All good?

Alright?

Here's the hairpin, Bruyeres.

We're coming to Les Biscornes.
Get ready!

The trick is to hold your wheel just
a couple of inches away, and touch
his wheel when he's practically around.

Okay, okay, I see.

It happened just that way.

It wasn't to win the race. I want
you to print that in your paper.

Have you got a photo
of you with O'Casey?

Possibly.

I'll mail you one if
I'm not too recognizable.

Otherwise, I won't!

Thanks for the lesson.

You have an International license?

Hey, you gonna stay in there all day?

Not to be indiscreet, but who are you?

Not anyone you've heard of. Thanks.

Thanks.

Here, you forgot this.

When you've finished, wash the
Citroen that's in the garage.

Oh yeah? Who do you think you are?

Francois Holin. Alright?

The shammy's in with the car wax.

Come in.

How about that,
the little Al Capone!

Seems like you're a bigshot now.

You saw we got a new driver?

I saw him.

Since you're such a celebrity, we
figured you'd be too proud to drive.

Too bad for you, cos we've got
the plan of the century.

You can wrap fish in your press notices.

You know whose this is?
One of your friends'.

- You know, with a face like a bulldog.
- Schneider?

It's possible.

Alright then, what of it?

First of all, stop making crummy
jokes. Right. Secondly, my name
isn't 'Ho'.

- I just don't like that name anymore.
- Is that a threat?

No. A request. Nothing more.

And be a little more careful
about bringing in strangers.

He's not a stranger.

To me he's a stranger.
But you know I've proved myself.
And remember, I kept my trap shut.

Nobody's got anything against you.

And since you killed Schneider,
we'll make you a proposition.

You can replace him in our deal.

Five of us.

Two coming from Germany.

When they arrive we're ready.

- What makes you think he's dead?
- You mean you took his gun and
left him alive?

- That's right!
- That's a good way to get killed.

Very unprofessional.

I wouldn't accept if you begged me.

My plans are too big for you guys.

Francois Holin, get the place
cleaned up while we're gone.

- How many are there?
- Fifty.

B�n�dict will be back at 5 o'clock.
You may leave a message.

Speak clearly.

It's Francois.

I've got something to show you.
I'll see you at five o'clock.

- Forty centimes, please.
- Could you wrap this?

Good evening.

I telephoned, is
Miss B�n�dict home yet?

Actually I only wanted to
drop off this package.

Would you wait a moment,
I'll see if she's returned.

Sir, Senorita told me to tell you
she's not at home, but she says
you have forgotten this package.

Thanks. Please give her this, will you?

Bus drivers just went on strike Miss.
Can I give you a lift?

I was assigned by the Prefecture of
Police to pick up all shivering girls.

Afraid of me?

Alright, drop your toys!

I'm here as a friend.

That's me.

Alright? Convinced?

My name's Bogie.

Mine's Walter.

Falsten.

It's no business of mine, but that's
not much in proportion to the risk.

We're only beginners, you know.

Of course we want to pull a big show
someday, but we're still in training.

- How big a show?
- As big as you want.

If you come with me tomorrow
morning, I'll give you a push.

A bank?

A royal flush. Fifty million in
five seconds. Minimum guaranteed.

Have I made it clear?

- Us with you?
- Exactly.

What's the problem?

Why us, you've got friends.

Sometimes to be sure of
friends, you change them.

So, it's agreed?

Falsten, here.

Youth demands the right to live!
It's everyone's duty to be informed!

Inform yourself.
Two francs.

Two francs.

- Two francs Madame, it's to help juvenile
delinquents go straight.
- No, no, leave me in peace.

It's everyone's duty to be informed!

- Let her go.
- Okay.

Alright, let go of the case!

Eight... Eight...

...and eight. Fair enough?

One thing...

Don't make yourselves
conspicuous by throwing
around a bunch of money.

- How long do we have to wait?
- There are no rules.

It's better to wait three or four
months, the heat's off by then.

- Alright to buy a car?
- Sure..

- If you want a used 2CV
you can go get it now.
- You're kidding, I was
thinking of a TR4.

The suspension's no good, you
have to be careful or she'll spin.

At the port of Bercy I want you to
find an old tramp named Praline.

Tell him, this is from me.

- That's all?
- That's all.

- We'll see you again?
- No, probably not, it's better.

Understand?

- It's better, believe me.
- Yeah, we understand.

Can't we do anything for you?

If you've got time for some
pleasure, you can borrow Bebe.

- Bebe?
- It's a girl.

She's a great lay, you know.

- What would I want her for?
- Well, it's only an hour.

No, I'm too busy.

But thanks all the same.

Excuse me.

- Gabriel Briand, please?
- I don't know him.
Is he on the sports section?

No, he's on local news. Right now
he should be on the third floor.

- Looking for somebody?
- Is Gabriel Briand up here,
do you know?

That's by Briand. I haven't seen him.

Ask his editor, the man over
there, talking on the telephone.

Hold back the report on the
British consul until tonight.

- Gabriel Briand?
- Not up here. He should be downstairs.
Come on, I'll show you.

Where's Briand, he's
supposed to be here.

- Strasbourg's on the line about the Schwartzes.
- He'll be back in a minute.
He's out at the bank holdup.

- Is this the way out?
- No, that's the presses in there.

It's upstairs.

- This it?
- No, another floor up.

- Are you out of your mind?
- I was looking for you.

You must be mad.

Watch your head. Follow me.

You see that car behind you?

Well, it was stolen last night.

You'd better get some pictures.

You're working on that holdup, aren't you?

- Was that you?
- Can't you tell?

Nobody murdered, no shooting.

That's my trademark,
the way I always work.

- Will this make trouble for you?
- I'm not that stupid.

I had the office call the police.
A reporter's sources are taboo.

Drop me at the taxi rank.
They'll want the pictures.

Don't be silly. I'll take you back.

Oh, tell me, the Schwartzes,
they're pretty rough, huh?

They don't interest me.

Tell that to the cops.

What do the cops know?

Like about me and O'Casey.
All that stuff you wrote.

- B�n�dict Briac, you know her?
- Yeah.

She's been phoning in,
asking for news of you.

- What did you tell her?
- I didn't have anything to tell her.

Your paper's got all the news in it.

Looks to me as if you'll never
be able to select the right tie.

You're hung-up on neckties.

- I own 372.
- Maybe a psychiatrist could help?

No. It's just an amusement.
A tie: you change it,
and you change.

Here. Take this one
and impress your boss.

The cops made me put in that first
report about the modern Capone.

So that you'd do something.

That was Paul, huh?

I saw you and him in the
cafeteria the other day.

Well, that was before I knew you.

Listen, remember the prisons are
pretty chilly. And winter's not over.

Don't talk to me about your
professional ethics, Briand!

There are limits.
Who tipped you off about the Gordini?

Somebody called me about it.

An anonymous call, of course. Okay.

I'm sure you've met
Holin, haven't you?

What's he like?

- Is this an interrogation?
- No.

No. Not yet.

He's not at all like you think he is.

He's like a boy having fun playing.

Sooner or later armed
robbery leads to killing.

Not him.

- Did he mention any women?
- All he thinks of are ties.

- Ties?
- Yes.

He's got a whole collection.
Over 300.

He must get up in the middle of
the night to admire them.

You see what I mean?
He's not serious.

Francois?

Good evening, B�n�dicte.

Well I've found you at last. I was
sure you'd come here eventually.

- Why? Been lonely?
- Missed you.

I read the papers. I called up
that reporter the other day.

I know.

It's odd, you know?
He's very fond of you.

- It's odd to be fond of me?
- B�n�dict, we're waiting for you.

Let's go! I think I've
seen that fellow somewhere.

I have to go back. They're
some friends I bought with me.

Well go right ahead, B�n�dict.

Where can I find you?

- Can we dance? Please?
- Oh no.

- Then they'll leave us in peace.
- You know I hate to dance.

- You're ruining your reputation.
- You're crazy to let yourself be seen.

I love being crazy. And you?

I love you.

- And after?
- It doesn't matter
what happens after.

Are you sure?

Don't do that, Jean-Luc! Stop it!

- That's it, a nice big hug!
- Stop it!

- Take it easy, don't make a fuss, just dance.
- You're crazy, Francois.

They know me.
They could make a lot of trouble.

You're getting on my nerves.

Waiter.

- Why did you bug me with your pictures?
- Because you're so pretty,
I couldn't resist.

Look, he's leaving.

Goodnight.

- Don't be angry,
come have a drink with us.
- No thanks, I've got to leave.

- That's too bad.
- Hey, what's your name?
B�n�dict's very mysterious.

- Francois Holin.
- That's funny.

- The one that robs the banks?
- At your service.

- Hey, don't be mad, B�n�dict!
- Leave me alone!

- We'll go eat some supper.
- Where?

Oh, anywhere. Oysters at Mario's,
or do you like sauerkraut?

- In a restaurant?
- Why not? I always
eat in restaurants.

- How long are you
going to keep this up?
- Keep what up?

Running, like a thief.

- And when you run out of money,
what will you do then?
- Rob another bank.

One, two three banks!
That's what I'll do!

- Stop yelling!
- I take risks anyway.
Everybody knows me.

Your friends were really impressed.

Francois Holin, the bank robber?

- Read the news!
- You're nothing, Francois.

Just paper. A story in the paper.

You think for one minute
you're somebody to them?

You bet I am!

I'm a thief, you say. And what
you do for a living is honest
work, I suppose?

Be quiet, Francois. Please.

What do they pay for pictures of you?
For showing off in some magazine
in a crazy dress?

Showing everyone in Paris
that you've got a nice body!
One, two, three, four million?

- You call that decent work?
Isn't that like stealing?
- Francois!

How much do you get?

Say it! How much do you get?

I don't know exactly, but
never millions in a day.

You wouldn't know what you make.

Money. You've never had need of it.

But this evening you're scared.
Scared of losing all that.

'Petit bourgeoise'.

You don't have to worry!
I'm leaving!

Francois!

And now the latest news.
The four gangsters who attacked...

...the factory in Arras,
having killed two men there...

...have succeeded in avoiding arrest,
and are continuing to leave what
must be called a trail of terror.

Today, wearing carnival masks
they held-up the payroll
office of another factory...

...making off with approximately
1.5 million francs.

Late this afternoon, two of them
were captured at a police barricade,

...but two others escaped,

...abandoning their car on RN9.

In this encounter, they killed
a Gendarme, father of three.

Another man was wounded.

Although the two remaining fugitives
have not been oficially identified,

...it would seem that they are the
notorious Schwartz brothers.

At present the police have thrown a cordon
around several square miles of forest,

...and it is hoped that these
dangerous criminals will be
captured within a matter of hours.

Let me see those coconut
fibre ties you've got.

The ones advertised in France Soir.

I'll have a look sir.

Police. Step back inside...

These hankerchiefs, please.

Please leave you name and your message.
Be sure to speak clearly.

It's me.

I need you.

We're directly opposite the apartment
block where the Schwartzes have
succeeded in making a stand.

They were able to escape the Police
dragnet by kidnapping an entire family

...the father, the mother
and their three children.

Commissioner Paul, of the Paris
Police who is in charge of the
operation, made this statement:

It's not a question of helping
the murderers to escape, it's
a matter of saving innocent lives.

The Schwartzes are dangerous,
that's why we've ordered our men...

...not even to try to prevent them
from escaping. And to prevent further...

...bloodshed, with the consent of
the local Police, we're even
giving them a car to leave in.

And do you think they'll
release the hostages?

Please leave your name and message.
Please speak clearly.

It's Francois. I'll see
you tonight at 8 o'clock.

I'll wait at the same place
as the other day.

Come. It's serious.

Francois Holin, the fugitive gangster,
was almost caught in a Police net today.
He opened fire...

and wounded several Police Detectives
who were closing in on him.He is
believed to be wounded...

...and Police expect to capture him...

...within a matter of hours.

A warehouse fire...

Does it hurt much, Francois?

A little bit. It's nothing.

It's not too bad.

Take me to my shop.
I've got to get some things.

- Then what?
- Then...

Then I could use
some peace and quiet.

How about you?

Well, suppose we go out
to the country, then what?

Then I stop.

You don't mean it.

I'm outclassed, B�n�dict. I thought
I could do it, but I was wrong.

- Aren't you gonna kiss me?
- Don't touch me, Francois.

Start it up then!

- Is this where you live?
- Yeah, the small building, over there.

Francois! I'm afraid.

Then wait in the car.
I'll be five minutes.

No. I want to come.

Come in.
Make yourselves at home.

- So, you got away alright?
- Looks like it.

You can't stop the Schwartzes.

Your concern is really touching.

- Didn't we tell you to get
that room cleaned?
- I've been busy.

- They're after me.
- Got troubles, Ho?

- Yeah, I'm wounded and
can't drive a car.
- Too bad in your job.

- Who's the lady?
- A friend of mine. She's alright.

She's driving.

Funny. You look familiar.

Nothing personal. Just a precaution.

You're wasting your time.
I got rid of it.

That's a poor practice.

- Obviously he'll never learn.
- Well now. That your baptism?

Francois, tell them to let us go.

Oh. Where are you going?

- To the country. I came by for a bag.
- To pick up ties, you mean!

- You wouldn't forget them.
- Alright! Where's the money?

Tell them, Francois!

Not so fast! You were looking
in the wrong drawer.

I wasn't thinking of that.

I believe you.

One more's always useful.

Stay there.

Where's the money now, Ho?

Alright, we can leave now.

Get her in the car
while I go open the gate.

Hop in, sweetheart.

Not you.

- Should I get in?
- We go.

You stay here. You understand,
we can't take the risk.

I understand.

- Can I tell her goodbye?
- Goodbye forever.

- Get going!
- And you?
- Go!

The cops!

So, it's you, punk!
Where's my brother?

Nobody alive can tell you that!

Don't be a fool, Francois!
We can still get out.

Schwartz! Holin!
Stop firing!

Stop firing and surrender!

Schwartz! Holin!
You haven't got a chance.

The place is surrounded.
Surrender!

Come out with your hands up!

Alright, champ. Open the door.

Schwartz! Holin!
Surrender!

Come out with your hands up!

You're surrounded!

Schwartz! Holin! If you
don't surrender we're
coming in to get you!

This is your last warning!

Raise your hands!

Come forward!

Come forward!

Raise you hands!

Stop there!

No pictures!

Why not? You wanted to
be a star didn't you?

Is she dead?