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HALF A CHANCE

You're ambitious, I'll give you that.

You aimed high from the start. A Maserati 430

was your first, was it not?

No, it was a Mercedes.

Oh, yes. 500SL coupe. Nine cylinders.

Eight.

Does it handle well?

I didn't find out. The tank was almost empty.

Was the Venturi's full?

Was the Porsche 911 spacious?

Jaguar XK, BMW Z3, Ferrari Spider...

Are you happy with your life?

Can't you imagine a better one without stolen cars and jail?

I have a daughter almost your age. She's no angel

but she has lots of hobbies.

Astrology, clothes,

collecting recipes...

Maybe it's time you tried it.

Tried what?

Being normal.

Your daughter has a mother and father who care about her.

I don't.

Didn't you hear from your father...

When my mother died?

No. Ghosts aren't big on phoning.

She left this for you at the hospital.

It's a tape recording.

Good luck.

For Alice

Twenty years ago I fell in love,

the kind of love that happens once in a lifetime,

only it happened to me twice

at the same time. I loved two men at once, passionately.

They never knew it.

One of them gave me you.

I never wanted to know which one...

Wasn't that fun? But she's an old lady.

She belongs under glass! I'm no antique dealer.

- How much do you want? - Say...

Frankly, apart from the door handles she's worthless.

Okay, door handles are always useful.

You know what?

Make me an offer I can't refuse.

Softie!

You look shaken. Take a nap!

But...

Are you Brassac's Cars?

That's me.

Would you advise this for a girl my age?

I'd advise her to save her money

until she's a little bit older.

My parents will pay but they want to be sure it's sturdy.

- Is it? - It's sturdy.

May we try it?

We may.

How do you feel, Mr. Brassac,

about life in general?

Happy? Very happy?

Incredibly happy?

Excuse me?

Are you married? Children? Family?

Do you remember Juliette Tomaso?

Want to hear about her?

She died alone in a hospital. I'm all she left behind.

My name is Alice Tomaso. I took her name because my dad...

Juliette.

You have her looks.

But not yours? Deep down, don't we have a faint family resemblance?

I can't be your father. She would have...

What? Run after you?

Apparently you weren't the baby-bottle type.

Your story's lame.

You think I'm not?

Would you drive me back, please?

Look. I haven't seen your mother for twenty years.

You show up now with your tearful eyes and baby-bottles...

I can't be your father just to cheer you up.

No. That would be lame!

I'll be right there.

Damn!

Never a moment's peace!

It's that girl, there.

Who is she?

I don't know. She sat down and asked for a coke.

I'll handle it.

Young lady...

If you go out, turn right and walk 500 yards

you'll see a snack bar. You can't miss it.

You'll be comfortable there.

I'm fine here, thanks.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to tell you a story.

Do you read the papers, Mr. Vignal?

You know those stories about lost dogs?

Everyone forgets about them

but they make their way home across whole countries

and one day, months or years later,

they scratch at the door with bloody paws and beating hearts.

Some say it's a sixth sense

but I think it's just a need for love.

I'm sorry. My...

mother died last month.

She was Juliette Tomaso. I wanted to talk

about me, not dogs. You'll say it's a lame story...

Juliette?

She had children?

Only me, don't worry. They say I was a cheerful child

although you wouldn't think so now.

Where are you going?

To the snack bar, like you said.

- Wait a minute! - A minute's not enough.

So why have you come?

- What did she tell you? - Not much.

Your mother meant a lot to me. She was very beautiful.

I remember her sad smile...

Can I get out

to drop something off?

Okay.

Where is she? The girl who came in a minute ago?

She asked me to give you a stiff drink

to help you get over it.

Get over what?

Vargas has our shipment.

Very nervous on the phone.

Told me

he doesn't like empty parking garages.

Dispatch the goods

to Cologne

tomorrow evening.

The people from the parking garage,

did you deal with them?

I've lined up a big surprise for them.

We miss you at the precinct.

I suppose you have nothing new to report?

Of course not, or you'd have told me already.

Did you know

the Attorney-General's office sent for me?

Even the Foreign Ministry calls me up. Never a dull moment!

They're afraid your Russian pals will turn the French Riviera into Chechnya.

What can I tell them?

I can hardly say I put a deaf-mute on the case.

I got you a Four Seasons. It's a mixture.

Olives, mushrooms etc. For variety.

Try it, for my sake.

Carella,

cops are unpopular. If we can't even like each other...

- Good enough? - Perfect.

I'll settle with you now.

Check or cash?

Cash, if you don't mind.

No trace, no problem.

It's me. I was...

maybe a little short with you.

I know I seemed uptight but mainly I was nervous.

I still am, but it will be okay

now that we know each other.

My mother used to work at a place near St. Martin.

I think you know it.

I'll be there at five o'clock. We can...

I don't know.

Sure you don't want three copies? We give a discount.

Would you have two envelopes?

Do I know you?

I doubt it.

Alice,

I go into the hospital tomorrow

and I know I won't come out.

I miss you.

I love you.

You gave me the sweetest years of my life, although I didn't show it.

I didn't always tell you everything.

Our family was one person short.

You used to ask me why we had no Father's Day at home.

Twenty years ago I fell in love.

The kind of love that happens once in a lifetime,

only it happened to me twice at the same time.

I loved two men at once, passionately.

They never knew it.

One of them gave me you.

"I never wanted to know which one

as I wanted to love them both equally.

Please, Alice, tell them

I loved them

and ask if they can spare some love for you."

I know you both met Mom here.

I thought it would be

like she was introducing us.

Alice?

What do you want to do, apologize?

What for?

Oh, nothing. You only messed up her life

and her mother's life, and maybe mine.

But so what? Shit happens, right?

When did you meet Juliette?

Just before we lived together. Before she got conned by a beach bum!

I don't like the beach.

I prefer swimming pools and indoor sports.

Shall we call it quits?

No point in self-destructing.

You're right. More would be greedy.

Was that yours?

That makes one each. I'll run you home.

A few more dates with us and she can open a dealership!

Instead of a dad she finds two fools! I hope you're proud.

Two fools, yes. One of whom is a louse.

Didn't it bother you, swiping my girl?

Cute place you have here. How about a drink?

How will you find her now? The Yellow Pages?

Get that X-rayed, old buddy.

You don't want your jaw to fall off next time you open it.

I'm not your old buddy.

You're not? Looks are certainly deceptive.

What do we do now?

Draw straws? Toss a coin for me?

As prizes go,

I'm no bargain. Only daughters are the worst.

You probably think I'm unstable. Maybe it scares you.

No use wasting time. We'll do blood tests.

To see who's fitter?

To see who's Father! She doesn't need two halves.

- She needs one real father. - The world's first test-tube dad!

- We'll know tomorrow. - No, we won't.

Why not?

Tomorrow's Sunday.

Clinics don't care who's Daddy, who's not,

and who gets to take Baby home.

We'll go on Monday.

Can you rent me a room?

I live upstairs. My home is yours. Come on in.

I'm worn out. Do you mind?

Good night, old buddy!

I'll pick you up tomorrow, then.

Take care of her.

Sorry. It's not really set up for a girl.

Why didn't you come before?

Where I was, the door was locked and the windows were barred.

I got out two days ago.

I'm not much fun to talk to.

Jails, cemeteries...

Shall I put the light out?

I'm not very good at saying these things.

What things?

That I'm glad to know you

and glad to have you near me.

Vargas inspected the parking garage.

That was smart.

How did he like it?

That's the best thing about it!

He said he loved it!

That's the trouble with these guys.

Tell us the time of the goddamn drop!

They're unimaginative slobs!

At 7 a.m. tomorrow he gets his first behavior lesson.

There must be 200 kilos.

Vargas looks jumpy. He smells a rat.

He should.

Jeezus! Look at the Saturday night jackpot!

What do we do? Call for backup? Go in?

Now! You've seen what you wanted.

I'm calling the precinct.

We stay put.

Party's over. Let's go.

See you at the meeting place.

What are you up to, Carella?

Don't ask me! This is war!

In war, the bad guys have the binoculars!

We had no right to sit and watch.

You're sick, Carella.

Maybe.

Did he run?

Like a rabbit, thinking he's one lucky bastard!

Let's go! Speed it up!

Take off your body armor and get moving!

Colombian greaseballs!

They eat too much!

See you in two hours. I'll get rid of the bodies.

- And now? - The pinnacle.

- Of what? - Brassac's Cars. Stand still.

My private collection.

Years of patience.

Juan Manuel Fangio,

Monaco 1953.

Amadeo Gordini,

Indianapolis 1962.

Emerson Fittipaldi, Estoril 1970.

That's the pinnacle?

No, that's for the dream. You should always start with a dream...

provided you make it come true.

Do they all belong to you?

Yes, but what a formal way to address your Dad!

"Pray, father, would you pass the salt?"

It's funny. I always hoped I'd have a son. I thought

he'd naturally be interested in talking about cars.

I never imagined...

You'd have a car-crazy daughter?

I always think beautiful cars can take me far away.

How far?

The end of the world. The end of hassle.

So let's go.

No!

Yes!

Don't tell me you put Alice in that!

You again?

Even on Sundays you're a pain! Cut down your hours

or you'll burn out.

I'm broad-minded but stupidity makes me mad.

Tell her to stop.

No brakes.

Makes you proud, does it?

She likes cars so she must have your genes? Your genes are junk.

You'd rather she made pancakes, bussed tables

and had your cockeyed little nose?

I'd keep noses out of it if I had yours!

Am I interrupting? What were you talking about?

This and that. The weather, genes...

Pancakes.

You did pretty well. I could see you with a team.

Team of what? Oxen?

A racing team! There are hardly any women drivers.

I'm considering her future. She should use what she's got.

Smashed up in your cars, she won't have much to use.

- Finished your joyride? - I only just started.

Coming?

Well... thanks.

Bye!

"Coming?"

Drive safely!

Stick to the slow lane. It's Sunday!

Show-off!

Cars are dangerous, really.

A tire bursts, you're in trouble.

In this, one glitch and pow!

You disintegrate.

Over or under?

Do we go over or under? You choose, but quick!

Over!

- Sure? - Yes!

Under, we'd be toast! You win.

What do I win?

A free game!

Take your time. My passengers are in no hurry.

Had a good day?

A perfect Sunday.

We'd like lunch.

I'll have one of those red and yellow things.

Three cheeseburgers, fries,

strawberry sundaes,

and giant cokes. Diet or regular?

- Diet. - Same here.

Here. You have a stain.

- Where? - Everywhere.

But that's normal for a grease monkey.

Can you ask this gentleman to kindly get off my ass?

If he can't talk shop without freaking out...

He's right. Please make an effort.

Well now, if you ask politely... One should always be polite.

Cheers!

I have better things to do than comb the streets for you!

No mustard, thanks.

Sharkov's car was sighted

on Rue General Ferier two hours ago,

exactly where, two hours ago, a van exploded near the market.

It's a wonder there wasn't a bloodbath.

Do something before the Red Army invades the Riviera!

I want arrests. Interrogations. I want an end to this bloody mess!

You want to put Sharkov in jail? Go right ahead, he'd love it.

He'll sue you and win and you'll look like a twat.

Who do you think we're up against? Pickpockets?

You know who these guys are?

Engineers. Economists!

In two years they'll own the coast and death will be an industry.

What do I do? Count the bodies? Every ten corpses I phone you?

I don't know.

The Italians followed the rules and played ball.

Now we get Russians. They keep changing the rules and play chess.

Are you gonna sit on your fat ass

until that sonofabitch brings back

my dough and the dope

with an apology?

What are you waiting for?

He's letting the paint dry.

When he finds those bikers, he swears they will beg to die.

They massacred my men. And yours!

It happened on your territory.

I want you to find them and get back

my money!

Fifty million dollars!

We'll count it again together!

- How did it go? - Perfect.

Our motorcycle act was a total success!

Those guys were born dumb, but not dumb enough

to know when they've been had!

- Is the money safe? - I followed your instructions exactly.

Good. Let's go.

It's time we left. Say goodbye to your...

There's something I wanted to...

They're for you.

What's the occasion?

No occasion. It's my last opportunity.

Tomorrow I'm likely to have one father less.

Let's just call it our own private Father's Day.

Aren't you going to open them?

I'm embarrassed.

I've never had one before!

It struck me just the other day that I didn't have one.

Neither do I.

Don't you think it makes us look a bit old?

Now all we need is slippers.

Wait until Christmas.

I don't want to go home yet, okay?

Fine. Let's get some air.

I'm going out on my own.

At my age, I need to escape from the family cell.

I won't be home late, I don't think.

Be good, now!

Where the hell is he?

He won't be long.

- Everything will be fine. - Not for him.

Remind me to settle his account.

He's fired.

See the bitch in the red dress?

How about I bang her in the john?

How much is she worth?

100 says you don't get it in.

I want you to kiss me.

Look at me!

Get lost!

You know what we look like?

Go on, hit me with your genius.

I can see you ruminating.

We look like her mom and dad worrying ourselves sick,

wondering if she'll get into trouble

or fall into bad company, or maybe catch a cold.

Let's make a deal. I'll be Dad, you be Mom.

What's the matter?

It must be the emotion.

I don't look it, but I'm very emotional.

That's motherhood for you.

Sex change! Girls next door! Out!

Is your 100 still talking?

I want privacy! I'm in love.

Did you hear me? I'm in love.

I want to make sweet music.

What's your name? Tell me about you.

This door between us is dumb.

Shit! She knocked him out!

Take me away, anywhere! Please!

Beat it. You're not my type.

Who's that girl? What's she doing here?

Do you have to worry out loud?

- What do we do now? - Follow her.

Where are you?

Who's driving the car?

What girl?

Stay where you are.

Don't move!

The car's been stolen by a girl.

Go after it!

Follow my money and get it back!

What are you waiting for? Get going!

Give me your gun.

I'll come with you.

No, stay here.

Take a break.

I didn't see anything! Go away!

I've got her. I'm on her trail.

It's okay. I'll keep you posted.

You've made your point, now come indoors. Don't be obtuse.

I'm not being obtuse. I'm worried.

Standing outside catching cold won't make you a better father.

I'm worried too.

You know what it is? I've just realized I care about her.

I didn't know I could miss someone this much.

Neither did I.

Alice! What happened?

I'm cold.

We're here. It's okay.

Let's hear it.

This Hermitage place is ritzy.

"Crisp-wrapped scorpion fish with roasted artichokes...

Sisteron lamb patties on a bed of truffles..."

The owner's not so savory, though.

"Vignal, Julien.

Sentences passed by French or foreign courts, none.

Criminal record, clean."

So why is he on file?

He's the only suspect in twenty-odd robberies,

all non-violent, no clues, presumed solo jobs.

Lloyds security van, Liverpool to Birmingham:

£4 million sterling.

Pan Am safe, Boston airport:

$5 million!

Why is he mixed up in this?

Where are they going?

You think they're in league with the Russians?

I only know what I see.

Let's go.

Shut your eyes, count to three and forget everything.

Nothing happened to you tonight.

You spent the whole evening quietly

with your long-lost father.

Jeez! Look at this!

- It's the case from the garage. - How observant you are.

This will make red-hot evidence!

And this will put fat in the fire.

- Back we go. - Where?

To lend a hand to Lady Luck.

You'll see the marvels one small label can perform.

Back to Vignal,

Mr. Unsavory.

Excuse me. Did I wake you up?

Yes.

I am very apologetic

but you know how it is when you lose a much-loved item.

You're apologetic. I'm tired. Can we adjourn this?

No, we cannot.

I express myself badly.

It is a matter of life or death,

Mr. Vignal.

Whose life or death?

A girl stole a car from us.

It was parked here for a time and then

it was abandoned on the freeway.

You found it. Everyone's happy.

This isn't AA. Why bug me about it?

Because in that car

there was an aluminum attaché case.

It is no longer there.

It is an attaché case that my employer

is terribly fond of.

Offer a reward. He'll get it back.

I've seen no case and no girl,

only a prick in a raincoat I'd better not see again.

Is that clear?

Very clear.

My employer, Mr. Sharkov,

asked me to express his displeasure more physically.

I preferred

to start with your car.

It's not mine, dickwad!

I know you have that attaché case.

It contains fifty million dollars.

I swear we will skin you alive

until we get it back.

You're out of sync, Vignal. No clinic will take us before 8 a.m.

Of course she's here.

She's asleep, unlike me.

Fifty million what?

Impossible! She'd have told me.

It's okay, I'm a light sleeper.

Bye.

Leo Brassac. Ex-commando captain in the Foreign Legion.

Seen it all, from Dien Bien Phu to Tripoli,

almost every battle since Waterloo,

in engineering, mines and tanks.

Quit the army and took up deep-sea treasure hunting.

Now lives quietly as a car dealer.

Unmarried, no children.

Mr. Brassac?

May I have the registration papers?

You want to fine me for a missing blinker?

Excuse me.

Mr. Brassac,

could you turn a little to your right?

Perfect!

Your right eye is exactly in the center

of my sights.

No, madam. This is Brassac's Cars. Wrong number.

Wherever you go, you'll be in my sights.

So go home

and kindly return what you took from us.

Try directory assistance. I can't help.

I left a message at your garage.

You have half an hour to return

the attaché case.

Some crazy broad.

- Let's go. - Where to? Another bloodbath?

Today we learn how to bump off car dealers?

See? You can get it when you try.

Alice?

Shit! Paco!

What is it? Don't shoot me!

Can't you behave? We told you to stay put!

- We're a little worried... - About what?

Upstairs! My cars!

Tell me what's going on!

The girl standing behind you.

Do you care about her? A little?

- A lot? - Listen!

You'll get your goddamn case back in 24 hours.

I don't bargain with people in my line of fire.

Get this, Rasputin!

I'm gonna hit you so hard you'll breathe through your asshole!

I said 24 hours!

Can you count?

I hope you've got a good watch.

Third floor. Hardware and party games.

What is this?

Can't you see? It's a novelty store.

I hate throwing things away. We army men are sentimental

and folks these days are so aggressive.

You think we can coax them?

I'm sure we can gently persuade them to see our point of view.

You think we still know how?

What do you think?

Good morning. No, things are not okay.

Not at all! I've made up my mind.

Our skins are at stake here.

Yours and mine. I'm not letting you drag me down.

You're on your own now.

How do we do this? Do I give you my badge now?

You joined the wrong side, Carella.

You have a gangster's mug

and a shit-stirrer's mentality.

I'm a natural born cop. I always got good grades,

never put my elbows on the table,

always folded my clothes...

like a jerk.

But I'm giving you one more chance.

You know why?

Because only a sicko like you can understand sickos like them.

Call me old-fashioned, but you don't store $50 million

in a station locker. You store it in a police safe.

Call me cynical,

but I'd sooner trust the railroad company

than the police.

How sad.

Hello, Counselor.

We'd like a consultation.

Expecting company?

You shitheads!

- You'll regret this! - Don't say that.

Think positive. Think teamwork.

After you, Counselor.

First, we need a few more details

about your only client, Comrade Sharkov.

Drop dead!

I'm only guessing, but you could do that before us.

Have you ever wished you were a bird?

Gliding high above the madding crowd,

floating on the breeze,

free, light

and airy?

Admit it. You're dying to fly!

The password? I'm waiting.

He hates waiting. He's the anxious type, see?

- Sorry! - I can't remember!

He can't remember.

Okay, let him go.

Bye, Counselor.

Thank you for your time.

4229-A-17

Funny thing, memory,

and what jogs it.

Sharkov will kill you in no time.

I'd lose that disk if I were you!

But you're not us. Ain't it a bitch?

It's high.

High, but beautiful.

Listen!

Can you hear it coming?

The splat of the ripe attorney on the canyon floor?

Got it! We're in business.

I'm itching to push him, just to see.

It is tempting, now that we're here.

You have no right!

We're joking, Counselor!

Where's your sense of fun?

He's not bad at it.

The space it would save

if they hung up all the scumbags!

A tall order.

You lose!

You're insane!

I don't deny it.

You could kill somebody!

- Your crash course sucks. - Can't train with M&Ms!

Don't be surprised or you'll lose it.

Look at me. I'm not surprised anymore.

I find I have a daughter of 20 with 2 dads and a Cossack army after her.

Do I look surprised?

Some parents take their kids to Disneyland,

teach them to behave and not talk back to grownups.

Look what I get!

- Always talk back to grownups. - Especially rude ones.

How are we going to talk back?

We send them our credentials by registered mail.

Did you learn to make bombs in a restaurant?

How else can you make powdered sugar? Or shepherd's pie?

- Or apple sauce? - What did you do, exactly

before selling cars?

Movement of goods.

What kind of goods?

All kinds. Bric-a-brac, mostly.

He worked his way up from junk to jalopies. How romantic!

- What did you work up from? - A window.

A bakery window on our street.

When I was a kid, every day

I'd look in at the croissants and chocolate buns

that other people would eat.

Later, I realized

these things come to those who help themselves.

So I did.

Smash the window?

No, I slid down the chimney. I hate violence.

Does the red or blue wire go here?

Find out for yourself.

Know what? You're learning fast.

More noodles?

Thanks.

Yes thanks or no thanks?

Thank my ass.

Are you missing a finger?

The shakes. They start around our age.

They can strike at any time.

Are we past our sell-by dates?

Not me. It's you I'm worried about.

- We'll have to go eventually. - Where?

The clinic. We can't share her forever.

We're not sharing her.

We're watching her sleep and hearing her breathe.

If we want, we can weep at the beauty of having a daughter like her.

Do you think they grow in their sleep?

Yes, but I doubt she'll get any bigger.

If they can't tell who's who...

If the blood tests aren't conclusive, what do we do?

We'll duel it out in a clearing at dawn,

in black tights and baggy sleeves...

but she's my daughter.

Can't you two

put a lid on it? I'm working tomorrow.

Red, blue.

Miss?

Looking for something?

I got the wrong floor. I'm looking for Mr. Varinot.

That's me.

- I made a bet. - A what?

I bet some friends I'd be able...

To what?

Make it into your office

and get...a letter. For my school.

I'm in law school. They want us to...

What year?

What year? Uh...

I'm doing a Ph.D.

What's this about a letter?

They want us to watch top lawyers in action

to get a feel for working life.

I've never heard of that.

It's new. If you'd just say you saw me...

It's your lucky day,

Miss...?

Camille Cézanne.

Related to the...?

Distantly.

I didn't order those hideous things!

They're mandatory, ma'am.

Safety regulations.

This isn't an oil well, you know.

Don't you believe it. One careless act

and boom! A heap of ashes.

Hold still!

We hear you have a dynamite cellar.

You are well supplied! Semtex, TNT... Are you collectors?

You're the lucky finalists in our new game,

"Pop Go The Weasels."

The first one tired loses.

The second one, too.

Ready, gentlemen? 3, 2, 1...

Go!

Have a nice evening.

May I see your invitations? Thank you.

Thank you!

Happy birthday, big boy.

I have snipers on every roof.

Smile or they'll blow your head off.

Have fun and keep smiling.

Make an effort. It's your party.

We clubbed together.

What do we say?

"Thank you." We pick up our present, get up

and go quietly to the railing.

And we smile to stay healthy.

Dear friends! May I ask you to move to the parapet

for our sound-and-light extravaganza!

A fireworks show will illuminate the new casino

of our dear, smiling

benefactor.

Open it.

Do as you're told.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen! A pyrotechnic miracle!

One button for a full fireworks show!

Stand by for countdown. Three...

two, one, zero.

Push it.

Push it, dammit!

Our lawyer's offices have been blown up!

Post reinforcements! I want men everywhere!

Have them shoot anything that moves!

It's Gurgunov.

What now?

He's been blown up with the house and all our supplies.

Who tipped them off?

You useless fools!

Find me those two guys!

I want to know who they are

and who they're working for!

And I want that girl, the little bitch

who made fun of me!

Understand?

What?

Are you still there? Listen, enjoy.

Grand finale. Golden reflections in the sea. Fragments of yacht

dancing in the sky like fireflies!

It went with a lovely bang!

There comes a time when our friends go up in smoke

and we're left as lonesome

as a turd.

What do you want?

Who are you?

He's asking who we are.

We're tourists on vacation without bags or attaché cases.

So let's all go home and call it quits

unless you've acquired a taste for fireworks, after tonight's preview!

I want them.

Find them!

Out of ruins comes progress.

Maybe they'll build a nursery there

or a home for old police chiefs.

Do you know New Caledonia?

Strangely enough, I've taken steps.

I sometimes do, when explosions keep me awake at night.

You're going to the South Pacific.

I've found you a dream job.

Don't thank me.

I hate displays of emotion.

Sharkov has hit a snag he hadn't anticipated.

- Let me finish the case. - I will not.

You messed up. I'm calling the shots from now on.

Make sure you call them well.

Happy hunting, Chief.

Right. And you'll identify the bodies.

- What bodies? - Your three guerrillas.

Sharkov will fix them, I'll fix him. It's the food chain.

Big fish eat small fish and so on, until they're all gone.

I told the Russians where they're hiding.

It's cleanup time, Carella.

Down the tube.

Explosive night

May I?

All the seats are taken.

Actually, I didn't want to be alone.

I saw you and thought...

you'd give it a try.

Interesting?

I like the local news. It's fun and there are pictures.

Are you always so friendly with people who sit down with you?

No. I'm usually more shut-in.

From the side in groups of four.

They're dangerous but I want them alive.

I'm sure the girl's not there

but we can't delay. They're heading out.

We wait! I want all three of them.

What are you doing?

Kissing your elbow.

It's pretty.

People don't kiss elbows enough.

Who are you? What do you want?

Do you screw all your suspects?

I don't suspect you of anything.

Punk! I feel like you spat in my face.

The Russians are about to nail your two fathers!

As we speak!

- I kept you away. - Nail them?

Give me that.

How do you know they'll nail them?

I'm a cop!

Get it, for God's sake! Please answer!

Well?

We have more and more company.

- They're replaying Stalingrad. - We'll replay Hey Joe.

To each his repertoire.

Can I tell you a secret?

Now's the time.

I think we're in trouble.

How can you be so negative?

Bad hunches

have kept me alive so far.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Just an old souvenir.

- Movement of goods? - No. A jealous husband.

A knife I didn't see coming.

Remind me to take you to a doctor.

I like it when you plan ahead.

- Can you manage? - I'll have to.

We can't ask for a raincheck.

Shit! Alice!

Don't move!

I want them alive!

Maimed, disfigured, but alive!

Let's tell them

- it's time to stop. - Stop what?

We can't die for a lousy suitcase.

We've only just met.

Is this a family plot to get me down?

- Do you trust us? - We need to know.

With two dads, I'm okay.

- What now? - It's double or nothing.

Your 24 hours are up, Mr. Brassac.

So now

we're going to change the rules.

Don't look at me.

Look at your watch!

At 6 a.m. tomorrow the girl will be dead

unless you've delivered the money.

The dollars or the girl. It's up to you!

It's a shame. Stupid, really.

What?

You came within four inches of dying on duty.

I'd have put you up for posthumous promotion

but what will become of you now? An ex-cop and not even 35.

In 6 months you'll be a wino.

When they take our guns away we hit the booze.

I knew a part-time cop who ended it all with antifreeze.

Your gun, Carella, and your badge. You're out of business.

Tough luck. You'd have loved the South Pacific

but they don't want you. Nobody does. They're all so choosy!

And the key

to locker 17.

The Ministry is very eager to get that money back.

Maybe they'll buy us new uniforms with it.

Here, mister.

Before you retire,

perhaps we'll meet again.

If we do, you'd better run.

I may have taken your advice.

In what way?

Joined the enemy.

Good evening!

Try not to laugh.

We forgot one little question.

Let's go.

Variation! Bungee jumping without bungee.

No contest. Medal guaranteed.

I won't do it!

You can. Just pay attention.

This is sadism! You're sadists!

We're not sadists, Counselor. We're dirty, ruthless bastards.

We ask, you answer. Fast!

There's a three-level system of magnetic cards and codes.

Each part is sealed off. Without the codes, there's no way in

but I swear by my life I don't know the codes!

You're not playing fair.

Your life isn't worth a red cent! Swear by something else.

I don't know the codes! I don't!

Where's the entrance to the tunnel?

Downhill, west of the farmhouse.

You wouldn't be tricking us, would you?

Now you're being unfair.

He has his reputation to uphold. He wouldn't mislead us.

He has more than his reputation to uphold!

Here. It's time you took your future in hand.

We promise not to bother you again.

200 says he stays down.

People make such a fuss about early retirement.

You just have to take the plunge.

You're so young and pretty.

You have everything going for you

but as for me, by God

I'm the meanest swine I ever met.

Where's my money?

We're going to play a silly game.

I have a lot to win, you have a lot to lose!

A very silly game.

The next few hours will seem very long to you.

Good night.

Give me a hand?

How do you plan to get out alive?

I'll say I'm a traveling toilet brush salesman.

I don't know. I'll think of something.

Yeah...

What are you doing here?

- Where's Carella? - Far away.

He says he'll miss you and cherish fond memories of you.

Like that time you panicked.

You remember. You shot a woman bystander in the back.

It didn't damage your career, though.

Goes to show, if you bury things deep enough...

What do you want?

Me, nothing. But Carella wants you to bury him too.

Wipe the slate clean. Our team,

your blunders, the two guys and the girl...

It was all a bad dream.

You'll wake up in a world without fuckups or dirty money.

Dirty money?

The cash in the suitcase. Carella will launder it.

Severance pay.

Poor little girl.

I can't help you now.

Brassac?

I'm in. How about you?

It's daylight here. You got any breath left, use it. Hurry!

No sign of them.

I misjudged them.

They preferred the money to the girl.

I'd have done the same.

You should go back to bed.

I'm all set.

Lucky you! I'm starting.

Next time we'll swap. You do outdoors, I'll do in.

Make your clouds and get your ass here.

- Is that a proposition? - It's an order!

Look at me. We'll get out of here, I swear.

We'll stop this. Don't give up!

What the hell is this? I want men everywhere!

Spread out!

Use hand grenades! Use mortars!

Keep firing!

Leo?

Leo, can you hear me?

Go on! Keep talking!

Leo?

Daddy?

See? It's no use.

I can't call you "Daddy".

There's so much I wish I could say to you

but we've had so little time.

Keep talking!

I've lived faster in 3 days than in 20 years.

Having a father like you,

like both of you, is the best present I've ever had.

Alice,

I didn't really want a boy.

I wanted a girl like you

but I didn't know there were any.

Tell your other pa to get a move on.

Daddy's coming!

I'm here.

It's over. Breathe.

It's over.

We love you.

Have the helicopter ready in 2 minutes.

You stay behind and cover me.

Go, go!

- Isn't that a lot? - No choice.

Brassac?

What's keeping you, dammit?

Traffic jam. Must be a holiday.

I have company. Later!

I'm nervous. Are you sure this will work?

Do you mind if we change the subject?

I'm here. Listen for the doorbell!

I'm scared, Julien.

Run! It's wired to explode!

The lawyer lied. We're in the yard!

I told you he was scum!

Can't you talk later?

Julien!

Get in and rev it up!

What do I do now?

Everybody follow me!

About time too!

Is he following us?

Faster!

Help him or he'll feel left out.

Very good.

Hold tight!

That way! The turnpike!

Drop the ladder!

Are you sure?

He'll love it! It's his big act.

- He thinks it steals the show. - But it's dangerous!

Leo! Surprise for you!

Not this routine again!

He's got it!

Hold tight, boy! Up, up and away!

At his age! Makes you sick.

You're almost there!

How's he doing?

A bit slow. He's losing his touch.

I'm telling you! Never...

Never again.

Really! How does it make me look?

In great shape! You dazzled us.

Didn't he dazzle us?

You dazzled us.

You didn't miss a step, without glasses!

So now, the blood test?

They'll be closed by now

unless we play on the zones.

Zones?

Time zones! Do you mind if the nurse doesn't speak French?

Three pieces of luggage?

No, four.

I think you forgot this.

It's not ours. You're mistaken.

What...

- I don't get it. - It doesn't matter.

I'll explain. In a minute.

In a minute!

Was that me?

I thought I...

You were more...

More dead than this?

What's all this about?

- Did she mention him to you? - Fat chance!

We can't leave her alone for a second.

I'll be back but I can't say when.

I'm in no hurry. I'll wait.

Here?

Right here.

See? I'm already waiting.

Here. Steadies the nerves.

She ought to know by now.

Panicking won't help your chances.

What's on your mind?

My employment prospects.

I can't consider living off my daughter.

Let alone my daughter!

We need a small job.

Yes. Something cushy.

To keep our hands in.

Who is it?

Nobody.

This is no time to be funny! Is it him or me?

Which would you have chosen?

I wanted to say it was both of them but I couldn't.

Subtitles: Nigel Palmer TITRA FILM Paris