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THE BIG SHOTS

Oh, look!

My lightweight champion.

Looking for someone, dear?

What do you think of him?

He's a cutie, eh?

A lightweight. He seems to be looking for someone.

The thing, Ben, about lightweights is that they don't have big one.

Come on, let's go back.

You're gonna order me about now?

That's just fantastic!

Hey!

Get out of here, asshole!

Leave him alone.

Don't be crazy, boy! - Jock!

Jock!

Fuck!

Hello?

Hello, police?

This is the Falstaff.

Gimme that!

Give it!

Stop worrying. There's no point now.

Try to get some sleep.

And tomorrow

...will be another day.

Come on, give me the scarf.

Give it to me, it's the rules.

The belt as well.

Knife or razor?

What's your name?

Jock.

Jock.

I'm called Thia.

What's your living?

Mechanic.

So you know how to drive, huh?

I didn't know you were there. Did I wake you? - No.

I was thinking about that Weiss's proposal.

Do what you want, I'll go along.

You don't seem to be up for it.

Oh, no, it's not that.

Since Doudou wasn't there, I went to have a drink or two.

Not that way.

To the red, off three cushions.

Really?. - Don't you see?

In the bar I was in, a young man walked in and shot his girlfriend.

A slut.

Pissed out of her head.

Hey, not bad.

The guy was very young, one of those "I'll love you forever" romantics.

She was teasing the boy, the other man joined in,

the boy got upset and... bang!

He emptied the magazine.

Are they dead?

You tell me.

The kid was a sorry sight, I swear. I almost brought him here.

You were right not to bring him.

I wonder what you would have done in my place.

I'd have left without paying.

Hi, Weiss. - Hi.

Do you know La Huppe?

Do I know Mr. Murelli? And how!

Then you'd better forget about it.

Is he your driver? - And how!

Is that the limit of his vocabulary?

Did you discuss the matter with your partner?

We agree in principle, however we don't want to get involved for peanuts.

When you've something more serious, call me.

Go on, beat it. I have my reputation to look after.

What a shitbag. Who does he think he is?

He's not.

Murelli's a very classy gentleman. And how!

Come on, let's go!

Everything okay? - And how!

Ready? - Yes.

All right? - Fine.

You know...

let me tell you something.

I've got him.

Got him? Got who?

Do you remember that boy, from the other night?

You're kidding?

Yes, yes.

Where have you put him?

Are you nuts or what?

They saw you in the bar, didn't they?

- Don't worry, they took me for a cop. - Don't worry.... don't worry...

Now what do we do with him?

Tell me.

What does your boy know how to do besides bump off women?

Can he drive or not?

Don't imagine things, she's his daughter.

The older one next to them is Angèle, Nino's sister-in-law,

provincial bourgeois, but ruined.

When his wife died...

...he entrusted Celia to her.

He's a man of principle, this Nino.

He doesn't want to see his daughter mixing with thugs like us.

They run a perfume shop in town.

Nino helps them make it to the end of the month.

Birthdays in the family are sacred.

Look! Don't you see?

Thia!

Thia!

Off with that headscarf.

Come on, get in!

Mrs. Hurtin, my sister-in-law.

My daughter Celia.

He's called Jock.

Relax, he's a good driver.

No way, he can't stay here.

He's staying, Angéle. - No.

Then I'll cut your allowance.

This is blackmail.

If you like...

At his age, one has an appetite.

Shall we say...

100F a day.

Agreed?

The less he's seen, the better.

And if anyone asks, he's your nephew.

Celia's cousin? - Why not? They're the same age.

Happy birthday.

Deep breath, Nino!

You like it?

Here, it's the largest.

Come on, I know you.

Okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How do you find Celia?

Nice, Mr. Murelli. She's very nice.

All the better.

For the next month, she'll be your cousin.

But nothing else, eh?

You get me?

Yes.

Here.

To our 20 years.

You can't imagine the wealth in those small boxes.

Every so often,

some of them go there just to fondle their stuff.

Money at a standstill is the ruin of the economy.

Money was made to circulate.

At any rate our friend is positive.

Since last night, 806 has contained at least a million.

He'll let us steal the key. A blowtorch will suffice.

Who'll be the driver?

Him.

Him?

No way.

Ah, yes? Why's that?

Don't get worked up, kiddo.

He's on a short fuse, you see?

Bad thing in our line.

We'll supply the driver.

And we get three shares.

You can pay your snitch with part of your shares.

He's too clever by half.

It's your shot.

Let's go halves, okay? - We've already discussed this.

You've got your 10%.

Not bad for shitting your pants.

At Ayers Rock, everything is red

like the planet Mars.

And the farms are ranches.

No Indians?

Almost.

Aborigines.

They're still living in the Stone Age, you know.

They have bones in their noses.

Like this.

Really!

Is it true that there are kangaroos or is it a joke?

There are even camels.

Is it the Sahara, Texas, or science fiction?

All of them rolled into one.

Australia is my fantasy.

A young girl's dream.

It came over me when my mum died.

I was around 10 years old.

Thia narrowly missed being killed...

She was the one driving.

My geography book opened by itself...

always at the same page.

Adelaide, Brisbane, the Coral Sea.

Something to ponder, eh cousin?

I'd like to be a kangaroo to put you in my little pocket.

You'll come?

If you want grow wheat, land is cheap.

Banks lend at 2%...

although my father doesn't believe it.

This isn't possible.

I can't explain why.

Jock!

Nino's been looking everywhere for you.

We've a job tonight. You'll be the driver.

You agree?

Of course.

Is something wrong?

Eh?

It's Celia.

Are you in trouble?

You've fallen in love?

Ah, you're a fast worker!

Nino will give you hell. - Yeah, I know.

I was careful at first, but you know how it is.

I don't know how it happened.

You didn't go too far, my friend?.

No, I got out early.

Lucky break.

Hello, Angele. - Hello.

Where's Jock?

Gone out.

Where?

Who knows?

And where's Celia?

In her room, I believe.

I thought I heard her crying.

It's rather sombre in here.

Are you hiding something?

Do you know where he is?

Come on, what happened?

I need him.

You can do without him.

You love him?

My God, that's all we need.

What about it?

Would you rather I marry the son of a notary or a banker, huh?

I'd be ashamed to introduce him to you.

Listen, Celia...

I fed up playing pretending to be a dumb girl from a good family

while you open deposit boxes with a blowtorch, no!

Leave Jock alone!

I want him, understand?

You can't marry him! It's impossible!

Really? And why not?

I don't have to tell you why.

Besides, you're too young to be giving me morality lessons.

Hello.

Yes.

Oh, right, he's with you.

Okay, fine, fine.

Where are you going?

I'm a big girl, daddy.

So I'm out of here.

Celia!

Yes.

All right, Nino, all right. I'll tell him.

Bye.

You're not driving tonight.

Don't you trust me?

Quite the opposite, I think.

The combination is changed every night.

How will you cope with that?

You'll need a good expert. - A specialist.

Who?

That's none of your business.

Don't hard me too hard, eh?

And your colleague?

Don't worry. La Huppe's driving.

And how!

Armed forces at the University.

The first stones, the first teargas grenades,

the first barricades.

The police entry into the university

provokes among the students an explosion of violence.

Why are they waiting to kill a few of them?

That would restore order.

Are you expecting someone?

No.

The students don't back down and the forces of law and order go on the attack.

What is it?

Sorry to disturb you, sir,

is the black Mercedes in front yours?

Yes, why?

I gave it a little scratch when I backed up, sorry.

Gosh, a brand new car!

Couldn't you be more careful? It's infuriating!

Edmond, what's going on?

Don't answer, otherwise...

Careful!

Don't scream, madam.

We're not here to hurt you.

The police advance.

Sit down.

They're going to get inside the interior of the faculty where...

Nice wife you have, sir.

The safe is over there, behind the painting.

That's not what interests us.

I don't understand you. What do you want?

We don't care about your money. It's funny, isn't it?

We're looking for a bunch of keys.

The ones that open the bank.

You're misinformed.

The cashier has them.

Don't be stupid, Edmond.

Well...

where are the keys?

In his jacket. - And where's the jacket?

Don't say anything.

They should be checked by an expert. They look fake.

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

You see, Edmond? That wasn't so difficult.

Get up, Edmond.

You too.

Hands behind your back.

Dear madam, kindly tie up

the branch manager.

Tightly, please.

Where are you going? - To visit the cellar.

Move it!

Leave the light on.

Some people are afraid of the dark.

Daydreaming?

We have time for it.

We meet up at 12.30,

best at that time not to be hanging around on the street.

This cognac isn't bad.

Aren't we getting old?

Speak for yourself.

But you've... always looked old.

You're probably right.

It must be because I was born in prison.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Come on.

Six.

Your turn.

This is my last caper.

Afterwards?...

Afterwards?

What if we both went to Australia?

Foreign countries are not my cup of tea.

Why's that?

They're short of labour down there,

and besides, I've heard they don't look into your background there.

You speak English?

No, but I can learn without any problem.

Of course, you're not too old to learn something new...

Am I some sort of idiot?

No, but to go there requires means.

Well, I'll gain those tonight.

Oh, Thia!

This job will go well.

Moreover, if Celia marries Jock,

they can come with us.

Jock, is that you?

Yes, yes.

Why did you leave?

Don't you read the papers?

If they're about the events, never.

I'm afraid I'll see my name.

You ran off with the loot, eh?

It's more serious than that, Celia.

I couldn't care less. Cut it out!

I don't care. - You should.

I killed a woman.

I killed her because I loved her.

At least that was what I thought at the time.

Jock.

It doesn't change anything.

If there is any problem, use this.

Reckon you know how to use it?.

I hope so.

Careful, first I have to disconnect the cell.

Go ahead, maestro.

That should've done the trick.

It's up to you now!

Shine the light for me, Weiss.

While you're doing that, I'll have a look around!

Okay.

What the hell's happening?

Shit! - I'll check it out.

Don't exhaust yourself, it weighs a ton.

We're conned, we've been had! - Don't yell without knowing.

Murelli's no novice.

Let's get back to work.

Son of a bitch!

Look, pal.

This was worth it.

Let's see if you're useful.

Try to find another exit.

Go on!

Thia, there's a door here!

Thia, I found a door! - I'm not deaf.

No, leave them. They're almost empty. Chainsaw.

Thia!

Thia!

There's nothing I can do.

If you say so...

And to top it off, La Huppe's scarpered.

One might've guessed.

Take this to safe-keeping.

It'd be a shame to lose it.

Hold on!

We have a chance.

We've found a door.

Go on, scram, scram!

Good luck.

Bye.

What happened? Is it just you?

Where's everyone else?

There were cops everywhere. They were waiting for us.

They're trapped in the bank.

And you saved yourself!

Bitch!

He's got a gun! Look out, Jock!

Come on, car keys and papers, scumbag.

Weren't you supposed to be with us?

Get out of my sight!

And how!

Don't go, Jock, I beg you.

He's your father, Celia. And Thia's my friend.

But there's nothing you can do now. It's too late.

I'll see...

keep this, so I can't do anything foolish.

Don't stop, for God's sake!

I'll try to distract them.

Whistle when you've opened it.

Dumbass guard...

we had to encounter a hero.

You're wounded! - Yes, badly.

Things are turning sour.

Is it serious?

Might as well be.

How are you doing?

Not bad.

The door might lead to the cellars.

The machine gun.

The bank is surrounded.

Surrender.

Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up.

Give this to Celia.

This is starting to smell bad.

Get the hell out!

Good luck.

We won't get anywhere that way.

Pass me a grenade.

Get back.

It's Nino giving them a war.

Do you have any more grenades? - No, why?

If we don't find a way out, we've dug our grave.

Is that a cop?

No, one of the robbers.

The others, it seems, got away through the quarries.

If they make it, I'm the one who told you!

There's as many holes as Swiss cheese.

Is this your car?

Yes.

Raise your hands.

Recognise him?

Him, I don't know, but the car I'm sure of.

So, if you don't recognise him...

Halt! Halt!

Scoundrel.

Do you think we'll get out?

Not sure we're gonna make it.

Are you scared or what?

Aren't you?

Yes. - So am I.

Right or left?

Okay, heads or tails?

Shit, it's dead!

Here.

Go on.

What if there is a hole? - What if there isn't?

Turn off the flashlight, let's rest a bit.

You do what you like, but I'm going ahead.

I don't want to die down here.

Don't be a fool, Weiss.

Weiss!

Weiss!

Where are you?

Here, Thia!

I've found nothing.

Weiss!

Yes... I'm here!

Keep talking!

I'm coming!

Thia!

Weiss? - Thia!

Celia Murelli!

You're being released.

Get your things and follow me.

Snap out of it, beautiful, you're free.

Goodbye, Gilou.

Hey, when you're having it off, think of us.

Come on, Murelli, I have lots to do.

Your fags.

Good luck, girls.

We won, Celia.

All I get is three months.

I had to wait 90 days to learn that I shouldn't have.

Come on.

I haven't seen you in the visiting room. Not a letter, nothing.

- I'd have liked a word occasionally. - Celia, that's unjust.

Save your speeches about justice.

And your little Jesus, how's he doing?

Celia! - Fuck off.

Celia!

Celia, be reasonable.

Stay at my house, just for a few days.

Time to evaluate the situation.

Here, take this.

I'll sort it out with Mr Cabanés.

Thia? - That's his name, yes.

You know where he is?

Here one day, there the next.

What about Jock?

How is he?

Call me.

Thia!

You see,

just between us,

it's desirable for us

to admit

the old Autun thing.

What thing?

Come on... If Mr Cavanés...

I don't know any Mr Cavanés.

Thia, if you'd prefer.

He says you were his accomplice.

Thia? He accuses me?

I don't believe it.

I didn't say he accused you.

I said you could accuse him.

That's very different.

Write a letter to the examining magistrate.

That's my advice to you, Jock.

Understand?

Admit everything.

I'd like to, but unfortunately my memory fails me.

Oh no, no...

Let's not forget the collector on Arquebuse Street.

It's in the file.

You assaulted him on June 17, 1971.

Three million old Francs.

Right?

If you denounce Mr. Cabanés and they believe you,

the collector identified him from a photograph.

Assuming it comes to that.

My God, presumably they'd send it to Autun

to be tried by the judge there.

Nothing would be lost by the change.

That prison is...

how shall I put it...?

more cosy.

With less strict surveillance.

I think I'm going to write to your judge.

Good.

Before I forget,

Ms. Murelli has succeeded in having her charges dropped.

She's free? - Yes.

I can tell she thinks a lot about you.

Take it.

Thanks.

There is a visitor.

Do you know what time it is? - Yes, the time to be in bed.

She doesn't look so mean, What has she done?

She's a pyromaniac. - Ah.

She likes to set fire to crops.

You shouldn't do that, my girl.

Hands up!

Don't try anything foolish.

Tell your boss to come and let us in.

You better do as you were told.

Yes, what is it?

Tell your boss to come and let us in.

Those gendarmes again? Okay, I'm coming.

Hands up.

Okay, let's go.

The others.

Put your hands down.

In fact, it'd be more like a release.

Stand guard.

Hands against the wall.

Turn around.

You first.

Anyone at home?

My wife and the children.

Go and see.

Koulak, you take the women's cell.

Lower your arms.

Against the wall.

Hey now!

Come here a moment.

And no nonsense...

otherwise we'll kill your boss.

Do what they tell you.

What is it, Giovanni? - Opening up.

Hands against the wall.

Hey, up there!

Come down here!

I won't harm anyone.

In one minute I will open all the cells.

and I'm not responsible for what the convicts might do.

Come on.

That's it.

Put those bullies in solitary! [Repeated]

Quiet!

Quiet!

We'll get everyone out!

Including the women.

You have two options:

those of you with short sentences I advise you stay, and keep quiet.

The rest,

make a run for it!

It's up to you!

This way, gentlemen.

Come in here, it's safer.

Come on, get up.

Thanks.

But this is not for me, I get out in a few days.

No problem, girlie, go back to sleep.

I'll be in touch tomorrow

Oh brigadier, a naked woman!

No time for that.

Come on, everybody! Let's have some fun!

Jock.

Lucky you!

Shit! That chick is a diamond!

Thia! - Over here!

How're you doing, man?

Fucking awesome!

Come on guys, let's party with the girls!

We're not fleeing the town? - No.

It's Celia's idea.

After such a coup, the cops will have all the roads under control

for at least 24 hours.

She's the boss, Jock. Get used to it.

How'd it go?

No problem.

I've not put the lights on because of the neighbours

Of course. Here are the kids.

Oh, hi. - Hi.

I was just starting to worry about the roast.

How pale you look, my boy!

What are you waiting for? Get them a drink.

With all the money they get in taxes...

they could make more effort with better food.

How do you like your meat?

Medium rare. - Medium rare.

René, what time did I put it in?

Must be about 25 minutes ago.

Well, it's time for a toast before sitting at the table.

Come on! To freedom!

Thia.

Well, here's to us.

Cheers!

If possible I'd like to take a quick shower.

Of course, kiddo. Come up.

You want to smell nice for your wedding night.

Upstairs.

Can't you leave them be, eh?

Go on!

You look kinda twitchy. - Don't move.

Smile a little. Life is beautiful, isn't it?

It's not going to be easy like this. - Look here and don't move.

Look this way.

Ah, that's got it!

I'll develop them tonight,

and tomorrow I'll go to Paris to get the passports.

You guys stay hidden here two or three days,

and we'll meet on the 15th in Cherbourg, as agreed.

Agreed? Bye.

See you, mate.

Are you hungry?

No, not much.

It's because your tie's too tight.

A reminder that you're still wearing underpants.

Come on, take off this shirt!

My little kangaroo.

You'll have to hang around. Your train leaves in half an hour.

Here, you deserve it.

No worries, I trust you.

Thanks for everything, Lily.

Good luck, Thia.

Thia!

Good luck.

I'll be right back. I'm going to buy some cigarettes.

Go ahead, I'll meet you there.

No, leave it.

What if it's Thia?

He knows we're here. He'll call back.

It's Lily, get the hell out of there. You've been given away.

Thanks, Lily.

Pack the stuff while I get the car.

Shit, the keys!

Shit!

Give me the gun, quick.

Hurry up!

Express train 505 bound for Paris is about to depart.

All aboard, please.

Hi, Bazin.

It's Thia.

What happened? Any problems?

That's precisely why I'm calling.

Give me Jock and Celia.

They've not come down yet.

Is it urgent? - Yes.

Are you going to get them on the phone or fucking not?

I can give them a message, if you want.

All right:

tell them you're a treacherous scumbag.

Thanks.

Between you and me, he's right in what he said.

A cock-up, commissioner. We can go.

You think Thia escaped?

You want a smoke now?

Sometimes.

If we've been betrayed, we'd better change cars.

We'll need a flight. Look.

Hold on!

Shit, that fool's gonna get himself run over!

That was close.

Missed by 20cms.

Quick, quick!

Leave this to me!

Shit, the bastard's pulled out his gun.

Strewth, he's back on his feet.

There's a car tailing us.

No, Celia!

You think they'd hesitate? - No, Celia, no!

Jock.

Jock!

You're hit? Tell me, are you hit?

Let me see.

Nothing much, my first bullet.

If this works, come out with the guitar.

Stop, we've had an accident!

Quick, get out!

Get in the trailer with the woman.

I'll be the man's girlfriend.

Come on.

Ready? Let's go.

Move it!

Don't worry about your wife.

He's a civilised young man.

If we're stopped, we're going on holiday.

Going where? - Wherever you like.

We were on our way along the Normandy coast.

That'll do nicely.

Guys...

Well, are you coming?

Who did that to you?

A cop.

Why?

Do I scare you?

Maybe next year we'll go to Spain.

Because you've heard it's cheap there. Is that true?

Oh, not only that.

You reason like an old man.

Why don't you choose Alaska, for example?

Wouldn't that be fun?

What would we do in Alaska? - And what are you doing here, huh?

Do you love your wife?

Of course.

Suppose she cheated on you...

Would you kill her?

Of course not, it's a crime.

Then you don't love her very much.

Hey, turn here! This looks okay.

Your I.D.

Rue Douai, Maisons-Alfort, No. 12. It is registered.

A word of advice:

Wait two or three days before saying a word.

Otherwise, you'll have a home visit.

It's not bad here. It's pleasant, it's delightful.

Thank you!

Enjoy your holiday!

Hi, Lily.

Oh it's you, Thia.

I alerted the kids and they got away.

For how long?

Thia!

No!

Thia, he's a bastard, I know.

But he's all I have in the world.

If you value me, let me keep him.

Enough of that, Lily.

Come up, Thia.

No funny business, eh?

Here, take your money.

Now you can do whatever you want.

I swear, Thia,

I'm glad you got away.

I don't understand you.

This business is out of my league.

You knew I was banned from town, didn't you?

And with the cops it's give-and-take.

If you say so.

Get dressed.

I'd rather die at home.

Get dressed!

You're taking me to Paris in your car.

And afterwards?

Afterwards, nothing.

If the kids get out of this,

I'll try to forget all about it.

Jock?

How's you arm?

A little better.

It hurts less.

Shall we go?

Let's go.

What you see is Australia.

What you point out is England. - It's the same.

Once in London, we can get on the plane to Sydney.

If Thia meets us.

Come on, you need a coffee.

Good morning. - Good morning.

Sleep well? - Not enough.

Why was that?

Go on, take a look.

Mr. Cavanés, please.

Thanks for coming here.

It was the best option, I think.

Pursuit and strafing on the way to vacation.

Two policemen wounded. Two youngsters escape roadblock.

Nice...

Good artwork.

Okay.

Ah, the photos!

They're good.

You're the expert.

Not bad, eh?

And they're official.

And the visas for Australia too.

Good for working.

Would you like some coffee? - No, thanks.

I must be going.

An expensive trip.

Nino paid a high price.

Going far?

For long?

Will you come back?

You'll call for me...

...someday, perhaps.

Someday, perhaps.

If things work out.

Any news?

They haven't caught Thia.

I know them, they're amazing.

Ah, that's remarkable!

Take a good look. They're warming up the audience.

Ladies and gentlemen, we remind you

that no insurance company covers these pilots.

On behalf of the acrobats, thank you very much.

Please. Thank you, kind lady.

Don't forget the acrobats, please.

Madam, please.

Celia!

Hey, you, stop!

Oh, sorry policeman sir! I really didn't mean to.

My foot acted all by itself.

Have the two fugitives made it out of Normandy?

That's the question being asked this morning by police

after finding last night near Valognes station

the Mercedes stolen from in front of the municipal casino

by Celia Murelli.

At any rate, one fact intrigues investigators and the evidence is clear:

Why was the young delinquent girl alone?

What happened to her accomplice? Did they want to...

No news is good news.

We'll see.

What happened? - That idiot of a hunter.

He saw you? - You bet he did!

I was going to shoot him, but I couldn't.

We're screwed.

Everything we did until last night has been for nothing.

Shit!

Shit, shit!

Thia's waiting for us.

By following the coast, we'll reach Cherbourg in time.

What about your arm?

I walk with my feet.

Is that for us? - What do you think?

We'll never make it.

We'll make it.

When I was little,

I thought

that if I went to the seabed,

I'd find paradise.

Because of the horizon, you see...

the sky and the sea got confused.

Jock.

Kiss me.