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Come on!

Jump!

SECOND WIND

Good luck and thanks.

- It was nothing.
- It was.

Waiting could have cost you,
if I hadn't jumped.

- Would you have left?
- Yes.

I wouldn't have waited.

You youngsters aren't tough enough.

Paris, the 1960s

Staying late?

You know that Gigi is sick.

Get a replacement cashier.

You're the boss after all.

You know my customers.

And she'll be back
before I train a new girl.

Manouche, you're too reasonable.

I'll be right back.

Wasn't that Fred?

He didn't want to be seen
speaking to you.

To me?

Gu is out.

Let's go home.

Are you all right?

Get us two cognacs, Alban.

I can't believe it.

Think he'll get back in the game?

We tried to get him out six years ago.

He told us to let him die alone.

We thought he'd top himself.

I got a glimpse of him
in Marseille once.

I was disappointed.

He looked like a bank clerk.

Paul would have died of joy.

A family friend?

Partners.

Gu was somebody.

- Where is he?
- No one knows.

What did Fred say?

Calm down, will you?

He told me Gu was out, that's all.

Alban...

Gu is free.

He'll need help.

I'll go, once we find out more.

We'll go together.

Now!

Why?

You saw who it was?

We're closing.
Everybody goes home.

Marcel, stay here.

You hear me down there?

Yes. Has Madame been hurt?

No, it's Jacques.

I want you all gone in five minutes.

Here they come!

Bravo.

Take them all in. Who opened fire?

Was it her?

No. Madame is the boss.

No one asked you. You'll talk later.

He won't say much.

Inspector...

- Hello, Manouche.
- Hello, inspector.

Gentlemen, meet Jacques Ribaldi,

alias Jacques the Notary
because he once studied law.

Filled full of lead now.

He didn't have time to use it.

You were better placed?

You're a real joker, inspector.
You know we behave.

And your enemies are dead.

Come on...

Don't go fainting on me.

If Manouche is safe,
nothing else matters.

All right, gather round.
The talk's about to begin.

I won't call your clients.
They just dropped in tonight.

Gentlemen, the meals
abandoned on the tables

do not signify particular haste.

Some left at the starter,
others at dessert.

That's perfectly natural.

Queen Elizabeth was hitching a ride
on Avenue Montaigne,

a sight not to be missed.

Otherwise,
Alban here didn't see a thing.

He was squatting behind the bar,

hunting flies.

When he looked up, the bad guys

- who came in for some reason -

had vanished.

Alban can't say
if it was just one man

or a tribe of Tuaregs.
Right, Alban?

More or less, inspector.

I told you so.

And this is Manouche.

Spiteful gossips will say
Jacques the Notary was sweet on her,

just like Monsieur Paul,
bumped off four years ago.

Could there be a connection?

Manouche saw nothing from the till,

busy doing a bill.

When she counts,
nothing else matters.

And here's the barman.

Marcel from St Etienne, I believe.

Marcel was so terrified on seeing
the shifty individuals come in

that he blacked out.

Marcel scares easily.
He dived behind the bar.

He saw nothing from there.
Right, Marcel?

- Amazing!
- Take your time, son.

Anyone would think you were there.

Observe, gentlemen, the docility
and sincerity of the witnesses.

I nearly forgot...

Meet the doorman.

A worthy fellow
whose name escapes me.

He just saw some customers come in.

He didn't hear a thing
because of the heavy traffic

in this neighbourhood full of trucks
and whistling trains.

Then he saw the customers leave,
something he's used to,

before being informed
a man had died.

He's still in a state of shock.

Can you even speak, my child?

I'd never have thought...

Let's leave it at that.

I'm no torturer.

A village idiot could tell
they saw nothing.

Odd, isn't it?

Looks like they were shooting
at the street.

I hope you killed one at least.

All right, take the corpse.

The others get the standard speech...

Stay at the inspector's disposal.

Do not leave Paris
without informing us first.

Perfect.

You're alone again, Manouche.

At a crossroads this time.

A place at your side
doesn't come cheap.

Too bad.

Goodbye, Alban.

For her bedtime story.

THE ESCAPE OF GUSTAVE MINDA,

THE BULLION TRAIN MASTERMIND

Let's go home.

One move, one word, you die.

Call her. Tell her to come down.

Go on!

Here to finish the job?

That depends.

On what?

Isn't that iron too heavy?

Aren't you sick of this mess?

It'll end when you say so.

For how much?

We're not greedy.

Forty grand. Twenty each.

Where could I get that?

- Too bad then.
- Hands up!

Now!

Move a single hair and you die.

Don't say my name.

We'll talk
after we waste these clowns.

Who has the key to the cuffs?

Two seconds!

Me, in my pocket.

Manouche, get the key.

Alban's in the garage.
Tell him not to say my name.

On your knees!

- Shit, you can't do this!
- Lie down!

Face on the rug!

You bastards!
Playing at cops with cuffs?

Two greenhorns got you, pal?

We'll make them pay for it.

Those bozos came from behind.

Get up.

Out of the way.

You can defend yourself.

It's easy from behind.

Let him spit his teeth out.
Two slaps will do this one.

What's your name?

Henri Letourneur.

Who sent you?

Don't make me ask again!

- It was Jo.
- Jo who?

Jo Ricci.

Jo Ricci the club owner?
Venture's brother?

And?

He was owing us a job.

A one-off he said.
We just needed to wait.

And?

He told us the client was ripe tonight.

Why tonight?

Jacques was killed at my place.

Okay, I get it.

Alban, we're leaving.

What did you know
about this woman?

That she was too bent
to go the cops.

So that's how it is now...

Empty out your pockets.

Get their car keys.

We're going to Jo's villa
out near Vaucresson.

Speed up, we're there.

They'd have told Jo about me.

You can't stay with us.

With Jacques dead,
the cops are watching me.

The guy in charge is a sly one.

His name's Blot. Inspector Blot.

I heard about him, inside.

Were you and Jacques an item?

Any port in a storm...

Since Paul died...

We need to get you away fast.

I'll find you a hide.

I have to get to Italy.
I know someone, an old lag.

I won't croak back in stir.

The mentality's changed here.
I wouldn't fit in.

We'll help you.

You can sail from Marseille.

To think you're here...

I can't believe it.

You've had it rough.

Rue Focillon...

A fancy bar,
run by a certain Jo Ricci.

The two guys were there every day

before taking a walk in the woods.

How about that...
Good old Jo Ricci!

Bravo, Poupon.

So we have two punks
shot with expertise

by classy killers.

I know about Jacques the Notary.

He handled cigarette shipments.

A sort of Spanish flu.

One false move and the guns are out
to see who's wrong.

And the living are always right.

Even so,

since Paul died,
her men never last long.

I love the romanticism of youth!

You think Paul's pals
wipe out Manouche's lovers

to honour his memory?

No one goes to the line
for a dead man,

especially over a bit of sex.
No, sonny.

I'm following
the current operations closely.

I'll haul in the survivors
once it's over.

Alban too?

No, Alban is different.

I keep trying to eliminate him
or get him convicted.

All in vain.

But when you mention Alban,

I immediately think of Gu.

He's my problem now
because of those idiot jailers.

Madame Simona Giovannetti is here.

Send her in.

No, stay. You brighten up the place.

Hello, inspector.

I'm glad I found you in.

My assistant.
We put up with him here.

He inspires trust.

I'm here to ask for permission
to leave Paris.

I need to forget.

This has got me down.

No one could tell.

A woman stays a woman.

We've known each other a while.

The wheels of life are in motion.

We're at a turning point.

It feels like a collision.

I'm not making myself clear.

Here.

The death of two men.

Full of holes,

in a car barely concealed
at the side of a road.

As if finding them didn't matter.

The stamp of masters.

Rookies panic and get caught
with a body in the trunk.

There's no peace anywhere.

I'm worn out some days too.

Go where you like, Manouche.

Sell up if you want.

Find other people for another life.

You know,
it's a little late to change.

A little late?

Take this young hope

of the crime squad.

I wouldn't ask him to tail you
if I needed to.

I don't know how to thank you.

Good luck, Manouche.

What do you think?

Very dangerous.

Worse than that.

And you let her leave?

Those people need freedom.
A lot of freedom.

Tomorrow night,
I'll go to see Jo Ricci.

His brother dabbles in cigarettes
in Marseille.

Manouche gave the rest away.

Jacques died for cigarettes.
Jo Ricci knew it.

The two dead guys hung out
at Ricci's bar.

But Manouche
is totally calm and relaxed.

She's had help.

The best possible.

Here.

Look at this guy.

He was very rich once
and very dangerous too.

Now, he's stony broke.

That'll change if he has a choice.

And they always have a choice.

Gu Minda
is more formidable than ever now.

Hello, Venture.

Jeannot kept asking for you.

It went badly at Manouche's.
Alban plugged him.

The doc couldn't help.
He's shut up now.

Jeannot...

It's me, Venture.

Bury him in the garden.
We're off back to Marseille.

That jerk Jeannot!
He had to go after Jacques!

Jeannot hated his guts.

True, it is dumb.

With the heist coming up,
screw cigarettes!

What'll we do?
We're going to miss Jeannot.

The three of us can do it.

It's too risky for three.

We'll look for someone.
Someone good. An ace.

It's me.

From Manouche.

Alban...

You should go home to Corsica.

Times are tough. Don't push it.

I was waiting for something.

With you back,
I thought it was here.

Al...

Do you still trust me?

You're all we have.

Manouche will always get by.

But you're alone.

You just had
an amazing stroke of luck.

You get socked on the flaps
and I'm right there.

I hadn't popped out to see a movie.

You don't get that lucky twice.

Go home to Corsica.

I'm not one for leaving.

My life's with Manouche.

She's a smart one.

She knows what's best.

Okay, I'll try differently.

You get on with the others?

I don't talk to them much.

Stay out of it.

We're in the way, buddy.

So is Manouche.

They're as thick as thieves
with the cops.

And Ricci sends two punks
to hold up a clean girl like Manouche.

You think that's right?

Ricci knows Manouche is clean.

Decent people bother them.

They're different.
So they shoot them,

or send them to stir.

Think about it.

Did Manouche burn everything
those two guys left?

I burnt the lot.

They had 10 grand on them.
She kept it for you.

I'll give you an address
where she can send it.

The kid who got me out.

You'll tell her.

She'll be here shortly.

You're not even dressed.

She's eating with you.
She has news.

Right. I'll have a quick shave.

She also said
she'll see to everything.

Okay, I won't touch a thing.

I've told you. You know her.

I'll go.
She wants me at the bar.

Are you comfortable here or not?

Are you nuts?
After kipping on a straw mattress,

I'm snoring in a good bed,
wining and dining

with the cops on my ass

and you ask if I'm comfortable?

You speak well.

Tell Manouche that.
She won't listen to me.

She keeps moaning
you're in a slum

that you'll be cold, uncomfortable,
lonely and so on.

See you.

It's me.

It's more than ten years since...

As soon as I saw you,

I was so moved...

Horrible!
This place is disgusting.

- With what awaits me...
- What awaits you?

Every cop in France has my photo.

So what?
The photo isn't the man.

The cops will never set the world
on fire.

I went to HQ yesterday.

The famous Blot?

You won't believe
the fancy reception he gave me.

He turned on the charm too.

He told me I could move around
as I see fit and so on.

- Total liberty!
- I get the idea.

We have to play along.

We're crooks since we were kids.

If we can't get you away,
no one can.

I'm not going back there anyhow.

What becomes of me in this?

You know I played and lost.
Now they're looking for me.

They always will.

Manouche...

A cough drop?

Evening, Jo.

It's late. Am I disturbing you?

Never, inspector.
Even though we're closing.

- Here to end the night?
- That could be enjoyable.

Mademoiselle Colette...
Mademoiselle Evelyne...

Entranced.
Life is full of cruel choices.

You don't have to choose.

We're never apart.
We even live together.

You overestimate me.

You have the good life.

Travel, adventure...

Not right now!

Everyone get out.

Ladies...

Watch the door. Let no one in.

Lovely girls

but I'm snowed under with work.

Beware,
abandoned women are vicious.

I know. I'm married.

Jo, I have two stiffs on my hands
and they're bothering me.

Surprising, knowing you.

So I thought of you.

How kind...

How's your brother Venture?

He's gone straight these days.

Hope he doesn't end up a monk.

When Jacques got plugged,
I thought of Venture.

Everyone knew Jacques.
And Manouche.

I suppose you know me too.

I'm not dumb enough to think
Jacques died because of Manouche.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'm not here to play games.
Nor as an enemy.

True, my guess is as good as yours.

Here's mine.

First, you're not involved.

You don't play Venture's game.
You're small fry.

Venture's wiping out
his competitors in cigarettes.

With Jacques gone, he has it easy.

Then, the night Jacques died,

two hoodlums, third rate or worse,

take a trip to Vaucresson.

You read about it in the papers?

I knew them...

I mean, they were clients.

There, that's my Jo.

A drink?

Cognac for me.
Henco if you have it.

So those two losers
came from here.

Two little punks
but they got killed like real men.

Realize the mess
those jerks got into?

Anyone would think
someone sent them.

There's a small house
near where the car was found.

The people heard nothing.

The next night, I emptied a gun
in a closed car on the same spot.

The people in the house
leapt out of bed.

So the car was going at top speed
when your clients got iced.

This case could lead to divorce.

I spent the night
under a heap of files.

When I got home,

my wife had left me a note:
She had gone to her mother's.

Gals are moody.
They don't understand guy's worries.

Guess what I found in the files.

A good one.

15 years back at least.

The death of Francis the Gimp.

Francis was somebody...

He bit the dust too.

A straight road and...

We never got the killer
but the inspector had an inkling.

He set it down in black and white

and I read it. Get the picture?

It's hard to recall.

You don't really need to.

We're an orderly lot.
We note everything and store it.

Gu killed Francis the Gimp.

Amazing, isn't it?

Yes, it's funny.

Gu is out, as you know.

Gu means Manouche and Alban.

You mean your brother Venture
and Jacques too.

Jacques meant
Manouche and Alban.

People could easily mention
Manouche in your bar.

And with two stiffs from this place...

We're getting there.

I never thought of that.

No need. I'm thinking for you.

I'm paid to.

I even think when I don't want to.

Our two hoodlums
learn that Manouche's man is dead

and decide to call on the widow
to butter their bread.

And they bump into old Gu.

We'll get all the details one day.

Gu won't stay out long at this rate.

I hope not, for your sake.

My sake?

I don't give a damn about that Wop.

He may think different.

Why would he rattle my cage?

One guy's mouth
was beaten to a pulp.

Gu probably tried to find out
who sent them.

And my guess is
those two pussies talked.

So?

I'm not accusing anybody.
You noticed?

But Gu doesn't like
Manouche being hassled.

This proves it.

He's doing no favours.

Screw him!
He'd better not try it.

I'm not my clients' keeper.

I guess he thinks otherwise.

He can find you but you can't.

You'll soon nail him.

You guys can do anything.

Thanks, Jo. I mean it.

True, we can do a lot.

But we have no reason
to rush things.

How's your kid doing?

He's doing well.
He wants to be a doctor now.

He's going to England,
then to Germany.

Talking foreign helps.

Congratulations.

I hope you'll see him graduate.

Nothing scares me!

Guts won't save you.
Think of your family.

We need to talk again.

You know where to find me, Jo.

I'm beat, Poupon.

My brain's all dried up.

Jo's son wants to be a doctor.

Even scared shitless,
he's proud of his kid.

I'll drive you home.

Eight years old...

Mine would be eight now.

I know.

No, you don't know.

And good for you.

Sometimes,
I regret getting married.

I regret having a brother, sisters
and my father too.

Passing on without hurting anyone,
that's better.

What are you waiting for?
Drive.

It's me.

I had a good kip.

So I see.

They should grab you in bed.

You're like a "bambino".

I'll take these.

She'll get in a flap
if she can't find them.

Manouche is singing
and packing her bags.

- Already?
- Yes.

She's sick of the rain
in this damn place.

She says you need the sun

after so much suffering.

You pulling my leg?

She told me so.

She said we'd talk.

So she said.
She gets what she wants.

She'll check she isn't being tailed.

She'll find a hide in Marseille.
Her cousin has a boat.

Th�o. You know him?

Very well.

He'll take care of your papers.

It depends where you go.

I'd like to settle up before I go.

The old stuff is settled.

I thought it was you.
You don't do things by halves.

What bothers me
is seeing this Jo Ricci get fat.

You stay out of it.

It kills me to imagine that pig
banging girls and swigging whisky.

I'll go and check him out.

I've had Jo Ricci's phones tapped.

Stake his place out.

It won't take long.
Jo is worried.

Either he moves or he gets a visit.

What kind?

A lead necklace and marble slab.
Out of the blue.

Who'll do it?

Alban and Gu.

- It's all sewn up.
- Listen up.

Alban can shoot a crow's leg out
at 100 yards.

You've seen
how healthy Manouche is.

I've told you all about Gu.

If they come,
Jo gets no Xmas turkey.

I'll be categorical here.

If you're in no position to shoot,
don't move.

Only do it after, if you're sure.

Before, you won't have time.

What time?

All right. Thank you.

The tap worked.

Jo's flying out at eight.

To Marseille, then on to Corsica.

Until then, he's at his bar.

It's me.

Jo's splitting.

I saw one of his guys
loading bags into his car.

If we move fast,
we can still get him.

Nearly there.

Next on the right.

Here they come. The Peugeot.

Fifty yards now.

I'm not going.

It's over.

They spotted us?

Maybe, maybe not.

You saw something?

I didn't feel right.

I've called things off too.

You have to feel right.

I should get a cup-and-ball.

Manouche
will let us know what to do.

I'll go and see if Jo has left.

Maybe you did sense something.

Hello, inspector.

Dear Alban. Out on the town?

My evening stroll.

Bravo, very hygienic.

I hate to disturb
your nocturnal wanderings,

but could I have a minute?

- If you want.
- Thank you.

Get in the back, please.

Give your lovely boss all my best.

She's gone away.

Damn! Already?

She was sick of all this.

She left to get away, just like that.

Everyone's leaving.
It's not nice of them.

I know one who just set off
for Corsica.

He's a lucky guy.

Lucky is the word.

You're staying.

I fill in for Manouche.

And how about Gustave Minda?

No gossip on him.
It's a total blackout.

He's a loner, like an old boar.

And when you do track him down,

he kills a couple of your mutts first.

I'm not delighted
to be looking for him.

You can say that again.

I'll be going.

I'll watch you go.

Just to make sure you cross safely.

Good luck, inspector.

A long life to gangsters!

Alban came back
because they didn't spot us earlier.

So why did Gu back down?

Instinct?

Or fear.

After ten years in stir,
who knows?

Give my best to Corsica.

Count on me, Venture.
Pace e salute.

Pace e salute.

- Your club's pretty classy.
- Cute, huh?

All they do is dance, nothing else.

Your brother's doing okay.

Pimps always get by.

Told him about the job?

It was just a courtesy call.

Jo hasn't got the guts for it.

We can't miss out on this job
just because Jeannot got wasted!

But three men are not enough.

I was waiting till you saw Jo
to talk about that.

There's a guy around.
His name's Orloff.

Orloff?

He's here? You saw him?

I was at Yvette's bordello.

She said
he was like a son she raised.

He was in top schools,
even in England.

- You mentioned it?
- Not a word.

He works solo.
But maybe he could use a million.

Go back and see him.

Tell him to come to the villa.

Anytime he wants.

No phone-calls.

Orloff!

I believe I'm expected.

Welcome.

You know Pascal. Antoine Ripa...

Good evening.

Want to start the year
with a million?

There are many different ways
of starting the year.

You can even not start it at all.

But this is a sure thing.

I got the job first-hand.

A big shot on the skids.
In two weeks.

We get the time, place, the lot.

Escort: Two motorcycle cops.

A ton of gold in kilo ingots.

The grass wants a cut.
Five with us.

Is it that hard finding a gangster
for a haul this big?

We can find a hundred.

But we need a guy with balls.

Your trust flatters me.

You've thought out every detail

so I just need to accept or refuse.

I'm not refusing,
nor accepting either.

I need a week to think it over.

We need to be ready in two.

You already said.

You'll have a week
to find a fourth man.

Or the three of you do it.

Three is too few.

Three's not bad.
I've done jobs alone or in tandem.

It depends on the job.

A ton of gold requires
a little care.

Keep looking while I decide.
It's only right you should.

I won't slow you down that way.

That suits me.

Hello, Th�o.

Hello, kid.

Come on.

I wanted to write
after what happened but...

But you still can't write!

How's your wife and family?

Very well.

Maria's with her grandkids
for the holidays.

Th�o, you have to help me.

Need a place to stay?

Yes. First, I need
an isolated little house

near Marseille. To hide someone.

- Before setting sail.
- For Italy.

Gustave Minda.

Gu?

Yes. They're all after him.

You can have Maria's dad's house.

We never go in winter.

As for the trip, Gu's no small fry.

We'll need to be careful.

- Name your price.
- It's not that.

I'll get Gu out, but I can't say when.
I'm booked up.

I said I'd wait.

Will it take long?

I'll find out.

It's for a pal, a real one like Gu,

but a different type.

Whatever you do suits me.

Manouche thinks I'm a kid.

She wants to use a crate
with arrows on it.

If they get it wrong,
I'll travel upside down!

Cops are everywhere.

No kidding? When I got out,
they had pea-shooters?

No, I'll use my plan.

Side roads, small stations
and villages.

I'll avoid big towns
and get to Marseille safe and sound.

Follow your plan.
You know best.

Like you sensed the cops at Jo's.

I'm off.

I have to stay
to run Manouche's club.

Too many on the road get noticed.

Here.

This one's never left my side.

Any problems, you call me.

This isn't a life.

It's me!

Come in, it's not locked!

Hi, Stan.

Hello, Th�o.

Still no news
about our bit of business.

I don't want to block you too long.

I've been asked to do a run to Italy

but I said I had another job on.

We could group them.

I'm not too keen on that.

Where's the main risk?

Not on leaving. Mainly during
and on arrival.

Is it someone?

Yes, someone
who's in big trouble.

You'll be able to retire soon.

If he asks,
I'll only charge him expenses.

A Greek giving gifts...
You take my breath away.

I can tell you.

He needs papers too. It's Gu.

You never knew him?

I did. I'll see to his passport.
When's he leaving?

They're waiting for me.

The papers will take a week.

Tell him to grow a moustache
if he hasn't.

Get two photos
on a roll of film I'll develop.

You won't mention my name.

And the cost?

Just expenses, like you.
2,000.

Some friends want to know

if he'd like to make a million
before leaving.

A million?

It's the luxury of men
with nothing to lose.

The rest of us just dabble in felony.

A million?

Get over it.
With Gu along, they'll pull it off.

It'll be in ten days or so.

Let's get inside.

The moustache suits you!

For Italy, we have to wait.

Wait and wait.

Th�o says he isn't free.

I'm in no big hurry
to arrive there flat broke.

We're not broke.

I don't mean us, I mean me.

Don't you love me?

Manouche,
why can't you understand?

I played the game and lost.

I lost.

So? I'm here, aren't I?

Exactly. With a lot of cash,
we stand a chance of getting away.

But if I use your dough
to save my hide,

what'll you have left?

I'm scared, Gu.

Things have changed.

Men chicken out
and the cops are strong.

It'll always be the same.

Cops and robbers, strong and weak...

They gave me
the heaviest sentence.

If I get caught, they'll add it on,

on the same slate.

You can count me out.

- It's not enough?
- It's too much.

Two motorcycle cops, you said.

The only way to stop them
is to kill them.

Young Antoine will see to one

but, with Jeannot gone,

you need a shooter
to take out the other.

For me, a million isn't enough.
Nor a billion,

nor all the gold in the world.

If I may, I have someone in mind

who would no doubt join you.

We didn't ask you that!

The whims of fate...

A foreigner?

Someone you know well.
It's Gu Minda.

I thought he'd left long ago.

He's around here?

He was leaving but, in his situation,
he can treat himself.

Someone sound will ask him.

Can he mention you?

He can mention me
and tell him he's in.

You bet. Good old Gu.

He can ask, if he needs anything.

Good. He deserves it.

That spell inside laid him low.

Right. In stir, he'd had it,
he was wiped out.

He was a wreck.

- He can snap any minute.
- He escaped though.

Someone got him out.
Bernard, a guy with guts.

He jumped off a roof
when they caught him.

It's best not to get caught.
Three men escaped.

Two are dead
while Gu is as fit as a fiddle.

I vouch for him personally.

You won't be working with him!

Cut it out!

He'll be as good as Jeannot.

True, but I'm worried about after.

After and during!

I'll take my cut
and if things screw up, deal with it.

You said "after"?

Gu hasn't changed with the times.
He has old ideas.

Who knows what might happen.

I vouch for after too.

It suits me then.

Can we talk to him?

Meet two hours before the job to talk.
When will you know?

The day before.

I know where and how to do it.

I just need to know when.

Don't mention me.
Gu doesn't know I'm involved.

It's too risky
to see him where he's hiding.

Very trusting of you.

If Gu gets trapped in his hide,
he'll recall everyone who knew.

He'd lose trust
and start wondering about people.

I'd rather not be one of them.

You know what I wish you all.

That guy gets up my nose.

Try not to show it.

His fancy manners
don't impress me.

As a millionaire, you'll want
to live long. So forget Orloff.

Amen.

It's Th�o.

You old goat, it's good to see you.

Gustave...
Shit, it really is you.

Still packing.

I knew you two were an item.
That's good.

Have you made your mind up?

Let him have a drink first.

Tell us, you can drink that after.

Are you rich?

I left my savings in stir.

- The trip's my problem.
- Like all the rest. Ignore her.

It's for the papers.

Two grand, two photos.
Keep the moustache.

- A week once the photos are done.
- That's too long.

I can't stop her.

Do the photos here.

I have a camera with me.
There's something else.

Fancy a million?

Give me a break.

I'm broke but it's not funny.

No one's laughing.

Some guys need a helping hand.
Each cut is a million.

- You don't want it?
- No one asked me.

It's too risky for me.

And it's not risky for Gu?

I have no choice.

It's a lucky break.

- When's the job?
- In a few days.

- Who's it with?
- I'll tell you. Venture Ricci.

Ricci?

That shit Jo's brother?
No way!

He's not his brother's keeper.

Jo's worse than scum
but Venture's one of us.

Tell him I'm in.

No, you mustn't!
He's not doing it, you hear?

Go for it.

Don't fight, it's not worth it.

Not worth it...

The bastard!

I love you.

I hate you being unhappy.

I imagine you can't help it.

Gu, don't be mad at me.

Your mind's made up. I know you.
You won't change it.

I prefer to leave now.
It will be too hard otherwise.

I'll wait in Paris.

Once it's over, let Alban know.

I'll come back
and we'll leave at last.

I love you. Manouche.

The word came through.
Tomorrow night.

Gu has to be at Venture's

by 7 p.m.

Pascal...

Antoine Ripa... Gu.

Glad you're here, Gu.

Hi, kid.

Are you packing?

These two.

It's going to be tight.

The firm's pulling out of Algeria.

They've opted for total discretion.

It'll be a normal convoy,
with two motorcycle cops.

But that convoy goes no further
than a warehouse outside Marseille

to unload onto a unmarked van.

That second van then heads up
to Paris.

Only three people know its route:

The firm's boss,
his partner who shopped the deal

and the driver himself.

To cover the informer, we do the job
in the warehouse.

Antoine will take out the first cop.

The second one...

I'll shoot him
to spook the guys in the van.

We tie them up and head home.

Good old Gu...

You know your heat well?

Don't worry, kid.

It's a row of five warehouses.

The van will be in one.

We have to wait there
until the guys who bring it leave.

We'll only have a few minutes
before the convoy arrives.

Look.

Antoine will climb up to the rafters

above the side aisle with a rifle.

You'll need to hide around here,

at a spot the convoy will have to pass.

After the first shooting,
Pascal blocks this exit.

They'll go this way.

Then over to me.
Two bullets, tops...

And I block the van right here.

The ton of gold
is in twenty 50-kilo crates.

I know them.
Wood, easy to handle, this big.

I understand

why the grass wants us to attack
before the transfer,

but why wait
until the warehouse?

Closed spaces can become traps.

They unload from a boat.
Too many people.

The route then passes
through the heart of the city.

The warehouses they've picked
are abandoned.

It's risky but it'll work.

Especially with four of us.

We wouldn't shoot the cops
if we had a choice.

But a motorbike's hard to stop.

They mustn't get away.

The guys in the van are armed too.
We need to spook them.

The cops get wasted.

Just stay calm and think too.

Let's dress. I have your gear.

In three hours,
we'll be juggling ingots.

It'll be in the end one.

Wait.

15 minutes since the alert.

Drop me at Miramas station.

Are you crazy?

I know what I'm doing.
I'll go back by train.

We'll hide the gold for a few days.

Pascal will fetch it.
Want to go with him?

No, I trust you.
I'll come to pick up my cut.

Gu...

Stay with us.

No.

Maybe I won't see you at Venture's.

Maybe not.

I didn't want you along.

- But now...
- I know.

You and I did the two cops.

Right.

- Goodbye, Gu.
- See you, Tony.

Inspector Fardiano!
What do the guards say?

They only saw masks.

Someone saw a big car.

Get the hell out of my way!

A car. First it's grey,
then it's American and green...

By plugging the cops,
they brainwashed the guards. Shit!

- Inspector!
- What is it now?

They've found the van.

The bastards!
They're pushing me.

We'll stir the shit up hard.

Get out the files.
We'll haul in the local hoods!

Don't piss around
following tyre tracks!

Cast the net wide! Bars,
clubs, knocking shops, the lot!

What?

Am I disturbing you?

As usual.
I can't deal with you now.

What a superb New Year's gift,
my friend.

They kill motorbike cops now?

They kill them and run?
It'll cost them!

But will you get someone to pay?

I've been here 15 years.

I know all the local hoods!
All of them!

No one pulls a fast one on me.

I'll bring a few in
and we'll have some fun.

I'm sure you'll be delighted
to help me.

You think we can't handle bullets?

You're the "technician".

Keep your lucky charms.
Make a necklace with them.

Thank you, my friend.

I'll tell our superiors
how amenable you were.

For God's sake...
Get out of here!

Well?

The lab's categorical.
It's the same Colt.

The Vaucresson killer
has struck again in Marseille.

Try to follow me.

Jo Ricci sends two punks
to blackmail Manouche.

There, they get nabbed
and bumped off right away.

Nabbed by whom?

By Gu Minda in person.

Gu uses a Colt
and holds onto it after.

He's not a normal killer.

On the Marseille job, he shot a cop.

With the same Colt again!

So I ask you...

Why does he make
such a basic mistake?

Maybe he didn't want to risk
using another gun.

But that's not the real reason.

Gu is sending us a message:

He doesn't give a damn.

In this rotten world, he has
the guts to accept what he does.

The supreme elegance
of a lost man. Gu signs his crimes.

But it's a warning too:

Corner me and it'll be a bloodbath.

He's loaded now.

He's confident. Who wouldn't be?

He'll convert his gold into diamonds.
They're easier to carry.

And he'll be gone.

If something doesn't crop up
to help us,

Gu will be gone
and gone for good.

The others aren't in hiding!

Precisely.

It's easier to find people who hide.

Their lives aren't normal.

Put Gu's photo out.

No way. He'd stay indoors.

And he has to come out.

After ten years in jail,
it's tough being shut in.

Especially feeling that confident.

BLOODY HOLD-UP IN MARSEILLE

I knew it. He hasn't changed.

He's rich now.

All this fuss...
It's a lot for one man.

They don't mention Gu.

No, but it's all about him.

He's alone, at risk.

We mustn't go there for now.

If we do, it'll set things in motion.

He'll let us know when.

I'm tired, Alban.
Tired of being afraid.

Hi, Gu!

You're out and about?

I have to let
the neighbours see me.

Venture sent me to fetch you.

There. Want to check?

No. Start loading it.

- Be careful.
- Don't worry.

Can I tell you something?

Gu, you know me.

It's about your brother, Jo.

Don't say a thing,
he's my brother.

Never tell him.

He won't rat on us.

He leads an odd life.

I tried to waste him.

His conscience is so clear,
he fled before I could.

You want to know why?

No.

He has a good brother.

I'll do you a favour.

I'll forget and he'll live long.

Let me know
about offloading the gold.

You can do the photos soon.

It's blooming.

May you find peace.

See you, Gu.

One move and you're history!

This takes
the wind out of your sails.

Bernard, the guy who escaped
with you, got cornered here.

He jumped from up there.

We brought you here to die.
You're sentimental, right?

You don't talk much.

But we're not here
to chat about the yellow stuff.

Screw your ingots.

You've slipped, Gu. You work
with the first guy along now.

Sorry, Ange isn't pleased.

Ange? Ange Nevada?

You guys moved in on his job.

We'll wipe you out one by one.

Ange knows I keep my trap shut.

I'm as clean as any guy.

You got dirty for the gold.

Is Nevada nuts?
He knows where I was.

He thinks I run things?

I just did a job and got my cut!

Any trouble, I didn't know!

He thinks otherwise.

The word of a guy like me
counts for nothing now?

You're talking away,
feeding me this bullshit...

Do you know my life?

Ange dreamt Gu
pulled a fast one on him?

Is he off his rocker?

You think Ricci's straight?

- Which one?
- Both.

- Both?
- Yes, Jo and Venture.

For me,
Venture has always been straight.

So you didn't know.

I swear.
Even Nevada can be wrong.

That's impossible.

He hasn't seen a cent
of his 250 grand.

Venture would know
it was too risky.

We can't read his mind.

Nevada tipped him off for a 50% cut.

The other half was Venture's.

Instead, you split it into four.

- Five.
- Why five?

The grass got a cut.

The grass?

Brilliant. The grass got a cut.

So Venture made himself
an extra 200 grand...

Just a second.

I've changed my mind.

We know where Venture stands now.

But maybe the others are like you.
Take us to see them.

What do you mean?

I'm not a rat.

You can go to hell.

To hell?

We're finished, inspector.

Inspector Blot, crime squad.
I have it all on tape.

- That isn't legal!
- It is.

Everything's legal! Sort it out
with Fardiano and Venture Ricci.

Gustave Minda. He was in the gang.
He just fingered Venture Ricci.

- That's all he said?
- I never spoke.

You will. They all do here.

Put him next door. Handcuff him
to the pipes and watch him.

I want to talk to him alone.

Sorry, Gu.

The thing
I was waiting for cropped up.

An off-duty screw spotted you.

I don't give a damn about that.

This will harm your reputation.

Before, you got busted alone.

Cops didn't frequent crooks then.

Nowadays, you get along
like a house on fire.

It's a cushy job now.

It makes me want to puke.

Don't fall ill here.

Fardiano won't nurse you.

I'm off back to Paris.

Any message
for Manouche and Alban?

- Friends of yours?
- No, of yours.

Inspector, you make me laugh.

While you have a head to laugh with.

You and me now, tough guy.

We'll fetch your pal and have
some fun. You sold Ricci.

I bet you have more bargains for us.

I don't like that at all.

We'll soon change your attitude.

You won't know yourself.

I'll get every lawyer in the city.
You'll regret this!

A pal of yours did the gold job.

That business
that hardly made the news.

Your pal says you were involved too.
So we fetch you.

Keep yelling,
you'll get our backs up.

Keep your shit for hicks.

He didn't see a cent of his 250 grand.

Venture would know it was too risky.

It's not true!

He's sorry now, you see.

Is this a madhouse?

It can be.
It depends who's in it.

I'm innocent. I don't know a thing.

I want to see a lawyer.

Bring a chair for the gentleman.

There, it'll be easier to chat now.

Where were you
on the evening of December 28?

At home. I had the flu.

Who did you see?

When you're sick,
your neighbours visit?

Give him a drink.
He must be thirsty.

Enough!

I don't think you shot the cops.

Maybe you were just the driver.

Who trained you? The Gestapo?

Come on, be reasonable.

Let's just talk it over.
Especially if you were driving.

There's no car.

I've done nothing.
I want to see my lawyers.

There he goes again.
Tragic, isn't it?

Get the other guy.

He's not enjoying this.

Go ahead.

Stop!
Shit, you're going to kill him!

Know him or not?

Never seen him before.

But he's a man.

The cops were men too.

Torture is inhuman.

Your turn will come.

Kill me if you want. Screw you.

Here, hot from the press.

You'll like this.

You're the star.

You've shopped the gang members
to save your hide.

One of them, Venture Ricci,
is already behind bars.

And so on and so forth...

He didn't talk.

They're saying that
so people will turn against him.

Venture's in jail.

Gu got arrested first. They got
Venture's name somewhere.

What do you think?

Nothing. A man is only human.

They probably tortured him.
Fardiano is a butcher.

But Gu won't stand passing
for a grass.

That's what scares me.

I have to go there.

I'm listening.

I warned Venture.

Gu's been out of it too long.

We were against it
but Venture wanted Gu in.

I knew it. He screwed up in stir too.
Too bad Venture didn't ask me.

We can't even ice him.

All the advice he gave me!
He's as bad as Orloff.

Orloff?

His fancy airs made me sick.
Look at us now!

Orloff was involved?

He put Gu in touch with Venture.

We'll meet him
to ask what he thinks of Gu.

Tell him I'm here.

How do you feel?

It didn't work.

What's the damage?

Cut wrists. And a cracked skull,
but nothing too serious.

Give him a break!

If he was a grass,
they'd pamper him.

See what they did to him?

Don't worry.

If you're rich,
you're in the right place.

You vouched for Gu!
Remember?

Hello, Antoine.

Jo Ricci wants to see you.

I hold Venture in high esteem.

I'm not indifferent to his troubles.
I'll gladly meet his brother.

It's 2 now. At 7,
be at 10, Cit� Breteuil, 5th floor.

You'll find the key under the mat.

- What's the place?
- I hope the d�cor will suit you.

A fine area, near the law court.

If that's funny, let me know.

We'll get him out.
Then I'll take you both away.

Escape from a hospital is easier.

We have to seize this chance.

Introduce me.

The friend of a friend
and he's that friend's friend.

We're among friends then.

My name's Orloff. Stani Orloff.

I have some news about Gu.

- How is he?
- Better.

It seems he's already up
to something.

Up to what? I'll try to see
the ward supervisor.

A woman can obtain more.

I think you'll obtain a great deal.

Manouche, isn't it?

I'll try something too.
Perhaps we can meet again?

All right.

Here, tomorrow, at the same time?

See you tomorrow.

I'd rather leave alone.
I need to rest and think.

You know where to find me.

That's a real woman.

She seems to be.

How do you fancy an hour
in a cupboard?

In a cupboard?

I'm meeting some guys mad at Gu
and at me for recommending him.

Sparks will fly then!

Most satisfactory.

Gentlemen...

Follow me.

Sit down, please.

It's about Venture.

It's serious.

He worked with decent guys...

What do you know exactly?

You put Venture in touch
with that shyster Gu.

Venture wanted to help him.

That's a load of poppycock.

Good friends like you have secrets?
You surprise me.

Cut it out. We're here
to talk about Gu. And you.

All right.
You think Gu gave Venture away?

Why didn't he name you?

A fink talks until he's talked out.

He can rat on us later.

In my opinion, he fell into a trap.

Blot is in town. Know him?

No talk, no trap.

Without you,

Venture would still be free.

I'm ready to help him.

He has his brother and partners
to help him.

We want you to take care of Gu.

I see.

If he gets out, plug him

and we'll leave it at that.

Only Gu, Blot and Fardiano
know the truth.

Fardiano is a torturer
but he's not very bright

and I can find things out.

If I get proof that Gu
gave Venture away, I'll kill him.

- Otherwise?
- I'll pull out.

We don't have to.

Do whatever you want.

We get Gu or we see to you.

Really?

When?

When we want.

Why not right now?

Calm down, bloody buggery!

What is this shit?

Chats like this tend to get heated.

Young Antoine seemed edgy

this afternoon.

So you got a flunky?

You talk too much, Antoine.

I understand
you defending Venture.

But I'm not working for you.

If Gu gave Venture away, he'll die.
That's all I'll say.

I understand.

A brother is a brother.

What you want is natural.

Just try to control your young friend.
I won't say it again.

Gentlemen...

You have my word.

I'm happy with that.

- Already over?
- Possibly.

Here we go!

Toilet!

It's urgent!

In two days, like we said.
Two ingots.

50 grand per ingot.

How did you do it?

Luck.

We have to leave. Th�o's ready.
I'm meeting him at the boat.

We'll see.

What do you mean?

Gu, you're rich.
Forget all that now.

Venture's inside.
Realize what that means?

I spoke his name.

Me, Gu Minda, I talked about him!

He was there, strapped to that chair,

a pipe down his throat...

The way he looked at me!
That's all I saw. His look...

His lawyers will see
you didn't sign a thing.

A voice on a tape
can't condemn him.

And the others?

With that shit Fardiano
saying I ratted on them...

I can't take that. I just can't!

You deserved better.

I should never have come to Paris.

Hello, Manouche.

Have a seat.

It's terrible. Gu is going wild.

All he cares about
is what people think of him.

Only to be expected.

He won't leave, is that it?

He'd listen to you.
Talk to him, please.

I've known Gu a long time.

He's not the type to talk.
He would have died first.

He's in a merciless situation.
He can't break his code of honour.

I'd like to know your first name.

My name's Simona.

I much prefer that to Manouche.

If you want,
I'll try talking to Gu.

You've changed, but not much.

It's been a few years.

Hello, Manouche.

May I?

The shit! Seen this?

He says I sold everyone out
before I escaped...

This has to stop!
I'll make him eat his shit!

Just ignore it.

Are you kidding?
You know the way I am!

I'm stifling, can't you see that?

In three months, you've escaped
twice and made a million.

So what?

I won't let anyone dirty my name!

Guys like me get wasted
but don't talk.

Blot fooled me
but he's keeping a low profile.

Won't this shit Fardiano
ever shut up?

A cop can say what he likes.

Only your friends' opinion counts.

No, the others think like him.

Jo, Venture's brother,
a real scumbag.

He'll sing the same song
as that damn cop.

I should accept it?

Listen,
if I take care of your reputation,

will you leave then?

You needn't get involved.

It's easier for me.

I can see Jo Ricci,
Pascal and Antoine anytime.

And then reach Venture.

Leave me alone.

All leave me alone.

He'll calm down.

Don't mention it to him again.
Trust me.

It's a nightmare.

Keep driving.
Leave your hands on the wheel.

Go to Trois Luc, via St Barnab�.
We'll talk there.

One move and you die.

Take the next track on the right
and stop.

Sit back, hands on the wheel.

Now...

Write that you lied
because I didn't talk under torture.

That Blot's tape isn't evidence

because Venture Ricci and I
don't know a thing.

Go on.

And make it clear.

Perfect. You're gifted all right.

Since you're on a roll,
write to the Justice Minister.

- The minister?
- He's your boss, right?

Tell him about
your "glug-glug" trick.

The way you get people to talk.

Say you're sorry
and won't do it again.

I feel like crying.
You put your heart in this.

- Got a pair of handcuffs?
- Right pocket.

Don't move.

Lean up against the wheel.

Hold your left arm back.

The other arm.

We'll both get out now.

You'll get in the back.
I prefer to drive now.

Lie down,
your head away from the wheel.

I don't like to take
the same route back.

Journalists...
Where do they get all their ideas?

When I shot that cop,

I felt bad about it.

Why tell me this?

Isn't it your job to know?

You were more curious at work.

There were four of us.

Antoine Ripa, Pascal Leonetti,
Venture and me.

Shut up. Shut up!

Antoine had a rifle up above us.

I can't hear!

I can't hear you!

He left this morning.

Why? And to go where?

Calm down. He went out for
a reason. I'd know otherwise.

Come and sit down.

It will never end.

We'll wait for him together.

He mustn't go out again.

Blot is in town.

Blot is back?

Hi, Stan.

You act like you're alone,
getting nowhere.

You think so?

You think I'm a kid or an old fart.

For you, I'm senile,
for others, I'm scum.

What should I do? Wait?

While Manouche
makes lime-flower tea?

You can't live with it, so I won't
mention it again. We'll see.

Exactly. It'll soon be over.

Fardiano is dead.

So we can't prove he lied about you.

He wrote it all down.

Under duress? It won't count.

I couldn't have dictated
what he wrote.

All right. What now?

Arrange to meet Jo and his gang.
Show them the proof.

I have papers and letters
to compare the writing.

Come back and tell me.

I'll see them tomorrow night.

- What did you use?
- A Colt.

The one for the job?

And for the Vaucresson pair.
So what?

I guess you know
what you're doing.

- I'll be going.
- Wait.

I have a favour to ask.
A big favour.

How big?

This big.

Go out together, buy her dinner.

She feels bad. I can't help.

- I don't want to go out.
- You'll enjoy it.

Please, for my sake.

Prison changes you.

You prefer to face trouble alone.

Come on.

- I'm ready.
- You're beautiful.

Indeed you are.

Enjoy yourselves.

I'm glad you went out.

Orloff should quit. Alban too.

They should all quit.

Good evening. I just have time
before the meeting.

Here...

Look.

Well?

It's authentic. It should do.

Don't let them keep it.

Don't worry.

Where will you be? Just in case...

I'll be all right.

My life's in that book.

I stuck my neck out to get that.

I'd rather know where you're going.

10, Cit� Breteuil, top floor.
We're just going to talk.

If it doesn't work, I'll say
I'll kill you. They'll let me go.

After that, we'll see.

Perfect.

Manouche, check outside.

It wasn't his job to go.

Antoine, hands on the table!

Touched, are you? I understand.

Let's have a little chat.

You lead the dance, Jo, I think?

Answer me, dammit.

You came to avenge Venture.

You're very obliging.

I have Fardiano's confession on me.
I didn't finger anyone.

Do you take my word?

I believe you.

That's it!

Look at you two jerks sitting there.

"My word".

You heard that.
No need to kick up this fuss.

Where's Orloff?

Shut your mouth!
I do the talking here, okay!

Nothing to say, Pascal?

I'll believe it.

You're a pal.
You came here to kill time?

If I understand rightly, we all agree.

You can leave and spread the word
it was a misunderstanding.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Hands on your head. Stand up.

I'm waiting.

Meet the world's biggest shit.

This jackal has a finger in every pie.

Now, he's handling his brother's gold.

He'd get him guillotined if he could.

That's what this worm's like.

Take two steps back.

Stop, kid.

Stop!

That door there, fifth floor!

The top floor!

He's on the landing.

Wait for the shields.

It's Blot!

Let me talk to you!

Gu, drop the guns!

Let's finish this.

Stop! Hold your fire!

Manouche...

Gentlemen, it's over.

Minda shot three accomplices

and is dead too.
That's all for now.

- Hey, you!
- Me?

Yes, you.
You dropped something.

It's not mine.

Yes, it is. I'm sure it's yours.

Manouche...
Let her through.

He's dead.

Did he say anything?

No, nothing.

Go home to Paris, Manouche.

They're dead. They're all dead.

Goodbye, Manouche.

Hello, Simona.

Don't say a thing. I know.

We'll see.

Subtitles: Ian Burley

Subtitling DVD: CNST, Montreal