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It's been five years.

Everybody get your hands behind your heads, fast!

I'm thirsty.

Ho. Have a look.

It's them.

Hello.

Now these are just dynamite.

The numbers are in sequence.

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

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

How much is it?

Fifty.

What are you going to do with them?

Ho.

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

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

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

Possibly. But my policy is not to run risks.

Go on, Ho.

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

This breaks my heart.

Then why do it?

Ho! Look out!

You'll just have to change ties!

Canter, it's me.

All burned.

Thanks Ho.

Still the same old tricks, huh?

They're the best.

Ho, alright?

Maybe he's not satisfied?

I didn't complain.

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

Why shouldn't I?

What a day, I'm really beat!

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

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

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

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

So, was your boss satisfied?

I reckon! We won all the Performance Indexes.

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

I don't understand.

I don't understand a thing about your racing.

- When are you leaving again? - Next week.

To Panama.

- For long? - A couple of weeks.

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

How about coming with me to Finland?

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

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

It's exciting, don't you think?

Doesn't look a bit like you.

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

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

I'm not crazy, Francois.

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

We're too well known for this caper, I'm afraid. We'll have t0 wear masks.

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

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

You all wait here.

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

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

Bad way to die.

You said it, bad way to die.

He never would wear a holster.

He worked out a plan and checked it with me.

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

All we need is a driver.

I didn't mean to be your boss though.

No, your mouth is watering for it.

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

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

I'd prefer to be in on the action.

So I get a full share.

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

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

No, that's not my point.

Francois!

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

Good morning.

A celebration, Francois? What is it?

- Guess! - You and me?

Three what?

It's three months I've known you.

Keep your eyes closed.

No peeking!

- You're crazy, Francois? - Maybe.

You mind if I'm crazy?

No. But I can't keep it.

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

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

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

Hear that? That's a Curlew.

I love life, Francois.

And you, you love?

Me? I love you.

- What else? - I love you.

What are you doing? Francois!

What are you doing? Francois!

What are you doing? Francois!

Thief!

1m 79 cm.

Medium brown hair.

Eyes, hazel.

No distinguishing marks.

- Name? - Holin.

- First name? - Francois.

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

Yes.

- Previous convictions? - None.

Profile 214318.

Full-face 214318. Next!

Francois Holin, born in Nice, April 1932.

Father, Marius, shoemaker. Marie Casarin, schoolteacher.

Both parents deceased.

Address: 23 Rue des Brocardiennes, Marseilles.

Education, irregular.

Army service. Racing driver.

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

Yes sir.

Withdrawn for fixing a race and causing the death 0f Michael O'Casey.

But you weren't prosecuted.

- Correct? - Correct, sir.

Who was that car for?

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

But who was going to buy it?

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

Your residence is in Marseille...

No sir, I got off the train last night.

You know anyone in Paris?

No sir.

- Pretty necktie. - It was a gift.

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

What do you think 0f it?

It's an ambulance.

Don't try to be funny, now.

Sit at the wheel!

Alright!

Look straight ahead.

Look towards me.

Here, take a cigarette.

Put out the cigarette, please.

I said put it out, not throw it out.

At the wheel I always throw them out.

Alright, get out.

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

Maybe it isn't the same man.

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

Excuse me.

Take off the necktie.

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

What's the charge?

Automobile theft.

You were caught red-handed.

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

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

Then we'll see what we see.

Shit!

A light!

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

They've got single cells.

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

God, does he stink!

Well, quiet boy's found a friend.

DDT! S0 this is cleanliness!

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

- Martinelli! - That's me.

Sign here.

- Holin! - That's me, Chief.

What do you want with three kilos of onions?

It prevents scurvy. You know, vitamins.

Sign here.

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

Praline, is that your real name?

What do you think?

Long ago...

...l worked in a Confectioners.

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

Who'd you work for?

I was in business for myself.

A friend let me borrow some of his clothes.

Here in prison, I suppose they'll do.

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

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

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

I was in Marseille, I'm sure 0f that.

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

What did you do then?

Were you home?

What address?

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

Nope, unknown in the Precinct.

Sorry, we need a better address.

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

Alright. We're listening. Well?

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

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

No, I was broke.

He was a guy I met in prison in Nice.

You understand, because of my car accident.

So as a favour he put me up.

For how long?

A year.

For nothing?

Such hospitality is surprising nowadays.

Canter, you know him?

Sure, I've heard of him.

- In the papers. - In the papers?

And in Marseille, you didn't happen t0 run into him?

Never.

And these guys?

Never saw them.

Too bad. You say you never saw them.

Witnesses say the contrary.

Monday January 15th. Anything t0 change?

No, nothing t0 change.

Talking will make sure it gets into your record.

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

You can pay for them, if you want to.

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

Much more.

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

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

I'm a broken-down Wino! Stop!

What am I without my license? A beggar!

You don't know what it's like t0 sink down and down...

Every day, to sink lower...

Looks like the old tramp has a butler.

Well he ought to make him wash his socks.

So We could breathe in here.

No point both 0f us getting up.

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

If you like.

Tell me something, when are you getting out?

In a week or two, I think.

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

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

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

If you like.

What's your name?

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

Robert Mirainville, that's it?.

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

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

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

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

Mirainville, what?

Robert, Chief...They picked me up 0n the 29th.

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

Fine, thanks.

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

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

I swear it's not me, boss!

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

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

Chief! Chief!

What's going on?

This toad tried to clip my cigarettes.

- You're crazy. I didn't touch 'em. - Alright, both 0f you, in the hole.

- Understand? - Yes, Chief.

Next time take a shower before you come,

...otherwise no more treatments.

Hey Chief, may I?

Say Chief, you're almost through, huh?

Crazy Praline!

Take it easy Chief, you gave me a shock.

Thanks! Thanks a lot!

Is loudmouth gone?

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

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

I'm going to be sorry to leave you.

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

I'll have to ask the Chief.

I didn't forget you at the infirmary.

That's got a kick!

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

- You getting out? - Yeah. This morning.

Mirainville.

Go on down.

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

Mirainville...

Go on in...

Mirainville, Robert.

- Mother's first name? - Germaine.

- Father's first name? - Lucien.

Residence?

None.

For heaven's sake!

- Get him away! - Get going!

Go on!

- Miss... - Yes?

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

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

How come I don't get a kiss?

You didn't kiss me.

- Are you mad? - Why?

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

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

Well, 0f course, in Panama.

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

I love you, Bénédict. I love you.

Believe me.

I'd like to believe you, Francois.

Sorry I didn't write to you.

Is that what's wrong?

You thought I forgotten you?

Is that it?

I lost my license.

So I'm not allowed t0 race.

Bénédict, I killed a friend. An old buddy I worked with for years.

I bumped into him 0n a corner,

...my wheel touched his,

...his car exploded.

Exploded, you understand!

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

Shut up Francois, please!

No, Francois, not any more.

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

Look at this, look and shut up.

It's all in there...

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

You killed that man five years ago t0 win a race, five years ago!

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

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

But playing an act.

Playing a cheap trick... Get out!

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

There.

The set's complete.

Your name is: Barthélémy Vernejoule.

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

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

Will do.

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

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

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

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

No thanks.

Watch yourself, now.

Wait a secoond.

Hey, Ho!

My name is Francois Holin. On your feet!

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

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

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

He was working with the Schwartz brothers last year?

Ah, don't worry about it.

I've got plans to talk over with you.

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

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

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

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

But what you need now, is frontline infantry.

How about the Schwartzes?

No. I'm not driving any cars.

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

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

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

Public enemy number one.

A man with nerves of ice.

Former racing driver, fake tramp,

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

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

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

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

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

"Gabriel Briand"

GABRIEL BRIAND JOURNALIST

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

What exactly do you hope t0 gain by this?

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

Whatever he wants, trouble.

Any kind 0f foolishness.

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

What's the matter?

Nothing.

But I don't like being a stoolie.

Your sense of morality is misplaced, Briand.

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

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

Yeah, I see...Shit.

You recognise me?

No.

Why? Should I?

Arsene Lupin + Al Capone. Does that mean anything?

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

The upstart, the fake, that's me.

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

Start up, drive where I tell you.

Get moving, quick!

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

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

Remember t0 signal when you pass.

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

Stop!

It's a perfect place.

- Scared? - Yes.

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

I write only what I'm told.

That's just fine.

Now you'll write the story I give you.

Do you think I'd plug you?

You've got me wrong.

All that business about a gangster.

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

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

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

A real maniac, but he had guts...

I liked him a lot.

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

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

All phoney, but the crowd went mad.

Did you get well paid?

Not much, drivers aren't expensive.

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

And that's what you're gonna write.

I want a smoke.

Try one of these.

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

Ties aren't a big problem in my life.

Then why bother?

You have any friends working at Monthléry?

I have friends pretty much everywhere.

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

We'll follow on somebody's tail.

For laughs?

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

That's not it.

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

It's very important to me.

Well, what about it?

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

I'm the only driver here today.

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

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

You want me to lose myjob?

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

7,800 revs on the straight, t0 the curve called La Foret...

...and through Les Biscornes.

You really know all about it?

Yes, I know it.

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

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

All good?

Alright?

Here's the hairpin, Bruyeres.

We're coming to Les Biscornes. Get ready!

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

Okay, okay, I see.

It happened just that way.

It wasn't to win the race. I want you t0 print that in your paper.

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

Possibly.

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

Otherwise, I won't!

Thanks for the lesson.

You have an International license?

Hey, you gonna stay in there all day?

Not to be indiscreet, but who are you?

Not anyone you've heard of. Thanks.

Thanks.

Here, you forgot this.

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

Oh yeah? Who do you think you are?

Francois Holin. Alright?

The shammy's in with the car wax.

Come in.

How about that, the little Al Capone!

Seems like you're a bigshot now.

You saw we got a new driver?

I saw him.

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

Too bad for you, cos we've got the plan 0f the century.

You can wrap fish in your press notices.

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

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

It's possible.

Alright then, what of it?

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

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

No. A request. Nothing more.

And be a little more careful about bringing in strangers.

He's not a stranger.

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

Nobody's got anything against you.

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

You can replace him in our deal.

Five of us.

Two coming from Germany.

When they arrive we're ready.

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

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

Very unprofessional.

I wouldn't accept if you begged me.

My plans are too big for you guys.

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

- How many are there? - Fifty.

Benedict will be back at 5 o'clock. You may leave a message.

Speak clearly.

It's Francois.

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

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

Good evening.

I telephoned, is Miss Benedict home yet?

Actually I only wanted to drop off this package.

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

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

Thanks. Please give her this, will you?

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

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

Afraid of me?

Alright, drop your toys!

I'm here as a friend.

That's me.

Alright? Convinced?

My name's Bogie.

Mine's Walter.

Falsten.

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

We're only beginners, you know.

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

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

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

A bank?

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

Have I made it clear?

- Us with you? - Exactly.

What's the problem?

Why us, you've got friends.

Sometimes to be sure of friends, you change them.

So, it's agreed?

Falsten, here.

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

Inform yourself. Two francs.

Two francs.

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

It's everyone's duty to be informed!

- Let her go. - Okay.

Alright, let go 0f the case!

Eight... Eight...

...and eight. Fair enough?

One thing...

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

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

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

- Alright to buy a car? - Sure..

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

The suspensi0n's no good, you have t0 be careful or she'll spin.

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

Tell him, this is from me.

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

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

Understand?

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

Can't we do anything for you?

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

- Bebe? - It's a girl.

She's a great lay, you know.

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

No, I'm too busy.

But thanks all the same.

Excuse me.

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

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

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

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

Ask his editor, the man over there, talking 0n the telephone.

Hold back the report on the British consul until tonight.

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

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

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

- Is this the way out? - N0, that's the presses in there.

It's upstairs.

- This it? - No, another floor up.

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

You must be mad.

Watch your head. Follow me.

You see that car behind you?

Well, it was stolen last night.

You'd better get some pictures.

You're working 0n that holdup, aren't you?

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

Nobody murdered, no shooting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They don't interest me.

Tell that t0 the cops.

What do the cops know?

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

- Bénédict Briac, you know her? - Yeah.

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

- What did you tell her? - I didn't have anything t0 tell her.

Your paper's got all the news in it.

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

You're hung-up 0n neckties.

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

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

Here. Take this one and impress your boss.

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

So that you'd do something.

That was Paul, huh?

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

Well, that was before I knew you.

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

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

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

Somebody called me about it.

An anonymous call, of course. Okay.

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

What's he like?

- Is this an interrogation? - No.

No. Not yet.

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

He's like a boy having fun playing.

Sooner or later armed robbery leads t0 killing.

Not him.

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

- Ties? - Yes.

He's got a whole collection. Over 300.

He must get up in the middle of the night t0 admire them.

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

Francois?

Good evening, Bénédicte.

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

- Why? Been lonely? - Missed you.

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

I know.

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

- It's odd to be fond of me? - Bénédict, we're waiting for you.

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

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

Well go right ahead, Bénédict.

Where can I find you?

- Can we dance? Please? - Oh no.

- Then they'll leave us in peace. - You know I hate t0 dance.

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

I love being crazy. And you?

I love you.

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

Are you sure?

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

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

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

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

You're getting 0n my nerves.

Waiter.

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

Look, he's leaving.

Goodnight.

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

- That's too bad. - Hey, what's your name? Bénédicfs very mysterious.

- Francois Holin. - That's funny.

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

- Hey, don't be mad, Bénédict! - Leave me alone!

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

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

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

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

Running, like a thief.

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

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

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

Your friends were really impressed.

Francois Holin, the bank robber?

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

Just paper. A story in the paper.

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

You bet I am!

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

Be quiet, Francois. Please.

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

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

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

How much do you get?

Say it! How much do you get?

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

You wouldn't know what you make.

Money. You've never had need of it.

But this evening you're scared. Scared 0f losing all that.

'Petit bourgeoise'.

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

Francois!

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

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

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

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

...making off with approximately 1.5 million francs.

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

...but two others escaped,

...abandoning their car on RN9.

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

Another man was wounded.

Although the two remaining fugitives have not been oficially identified,

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

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

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

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

The ones advertised in France Soir.

I'll have a look sir.

Police. Step back inside...

These hankerchiefs, please.

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

It's me.

I need you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And do you think they'll release the hostages?

Please leave your name and message. Please speak clearly.

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

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

Come. It's serious.

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

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

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

...within a matter of hours.

A warehouse fire...

Does it hurt much, Francois?

A little bit. It's nothing.

It's not too bad.

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

- Then what? - Then...

Then I could use some peace and quiet.

How about you?

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

Then I stop.

You don't mean it.

I'm outclassed, Bénédict. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong.

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

Start it up then!

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

Francois! I'm afraid.

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

No. I want to come.

Come in. Make yourselves at home.

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

You can't stop the Schwartzes.

Your concern is really touching.

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

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

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

- Who's the lady? - A friend 0f mine. She's alright.

She's driving.

Funny. You look familiar.

Nothing personal. Just a precaution.

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

That's a poor practice.

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

Francois, tell them to let us go.

Oh. Where are you going?

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

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

Tell them, Francois!

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

I wasn't thinking of that.

I believe you.

One more's always useful.

Stay there.

Where's the money now, Ho?

Alright, we can leave now.

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

Hop in, sweetheart.

Not you.

- Should I get in? - We go.

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

I understand.

- Can I tell her goodbye? - Goodbye forever.

- Get going! ' And you? - Go!

The cops!

S0, it's you, punk! Where's my brother?

Nobody alive can tell you that!

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

Schwartz! Holin! Stop firing!

Stop firing and surrender!

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

The place is surrounded. Surrender!

Come outwith your hands up!

Alright, champ. Open the door.

Schwartz! Holin! Surrender!

Come outwith your hands up!

You're surrounded!

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

This is your last warning!

Raise your hands!

Come forward!

Come forward!

Raise you hands!

Stop there!

N0 pictures!

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

Is she dead?