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(Narrator) 'The following is a true story.

'A series of actual events

'in the life of Luciano Lutring,
international thief.'

(Man) Hi, Lutring!

Show a little spirit.
Wake up, boy! Wake up!

What do you mean, "wake up"?
I haven't gone to bed yet.

(Narrator) 'In this environment
of poverty and depression,

'violence was an everyday
occurrence to Luciano.

'It was his birthright.'

(Woman sobs)

(Screams)

(Gunshots)

(Machine gun fire)

(Horn beeps)

- Luciano!
- Ciao, Massimo! I'll be right there.

Ciao, Papa. See you Monday.

- How much?
- Eight hundred.

- Ciao, Carla. Coming to Sanremo?
- I'd like to, but I can't. I'm working.

Come on. To hell with work!

Sure, and when the doctor from
the association checks up, what then?

Who cares? Let's go!

(Massimo) Let's see
if he'll let me pass him.

(Lutring) Oh, no! Milk here, too?
Milk everywhere!

- (Massimo) Milk pays like gasoline.
- I hate you, milk!

(Laughter)

Stop, stop here.

You must be mad.
This place is too expensive.

Come on.
Leave the fleabags to the yokels.

(♪ Upbeat jazz)

Care to dance? My name is Leo.

Looks like he scored.

- (Bartender) Gentlemen?
- Whisky.

- Give me a glass of cold milk.
- With a big stick in it, on me.

Aren't you going to buy me a whisky?

Here, have a cigarette instead.

- How about that, huh?
- Yep.

I'm going to the casino. Might as well
get rid of this bank roll there.

(Lutring) Wait. We haven't had
our drinks yet.

(Bartender) How would you like
your whisky, sir? Straight or with ice?

I'll take it with ice.

Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

Knock it off, I already told you
I'm from Voghera.

No, you're kidding.
So you're foreign, eh?

Quit your kidding, buy me a drink.

You mean you're thirsty already?

(♪ Sings in Italian)

You coming with me?

I'll be there in a little while.

OK, I'll be waiting.

(Applause)

Signorina,
you must have a dance with me.

And why?
Give me some mineral water.

But why not?

Here's why not:
you were very rude to me earlier.

You have some nerve
asking me to dance.

But I didn't realise.
I didn't recognise you there.

I apologise.

Please dance with me.

Very well, I will accept
your kind apology. Shall we?

Under the lights,
you glitter like a diamond

in a shop
on Via Montenapoleone.

I really mean it.

No one ever paid me
a compliment like that.

- Are you a jeweller by trade, then?
- No, I've got a chain of stores.

- But I'm in the grocery line.
- Oh.

What's your name?

Professionally, I'm Yvonne,
according to the programme here.

But actually my name is Angela.

Ah, two nice names.

- But I like Angela better.
- Hmm?

Yes. It suits you.

(Engine starts)

- Ciao, Yvonne.
- Ciao.

- Ciao, Yvonne.
- Ciao.

You know you still haven't told me
what your name is yet?

- Luciano Lutring.
- Lutring?

(Lutring) Hungarian by origin. You know,
someday I plan to have a club of my own.

With singers?

Singers, strippers.
As long as it's classy.

- Be nice, huh?
- Yeah, not a bad idea.

Stop here, this is my boarding house.

What is it?

Nothing.

Just a little uneasy, that's all.

And unhappy.
Excuse me.

Out with it. What's it about?

Nothing. There's a man waiting for me.
That's annoying.

I find him everywhere.
There he is.

Who is he?

Oh, that's Franco. We've been
kind of acquainted about a year.

He's only been out of prison
about a week.

Ever since he got out of prison,
he's been hanging around my place.

He's just a cheap gangster.

Ah. I know what we'll do then.
We'll go along to my hotel, OK?

- What about my things?
- We'll send a porter to get them.

Luciano, coming?

- Where to?
- What do you mean? To Milan.

I'm not going.
Tell my old man I've got influenza.

- Tell me, where did you put the car?
- Over there.

- And you?
- I've lifted another one.

You, too, get another along the way.

Say, Luciano, will you take care
of the hotel bill?

- Me?
- Lost our last lira.

No, look here, I haven't any cash left,
and I'm staying here with Yvonne.

- Let's get out and leave our luggage.
- No, I'm staying.

What will you do about money?

I'll find someone who'll make me a loan.

- Ask Yvonne.
- No, I can't do that, she's my guest.

- Don't tell me it's serious!
- Hmm... it could be.

Ciao, Luciano.
And remember, the dairy's waiting!

- Excuse me.
- Can I help you?

Is Signorina Pasini registered here?
Her first name's Yvonne.

Yes. Who's calling?

Tell her the name is Signor Franco.
I have a most important message.

Give me 121.

Fronto?

Mr Franco is here at the desk.

Yes...
The young lady can't see you.

- Excuse me, but may I speak to her?
- Certainly.

Thank you.

Fronto?

I take it you have a new boyfriend
and don't have time for me.

I see. You might've said goodbye
when you cleared out so suddenly.

Well, so you're living at the Grand Hotel
and have an old man to foot the bills.

You're still a big cow, is that plain?

Yes, a big cow,
and completely untalented.

What are you saying?

Even if I am a crook and have a record,
I'm still a lot better than you!

You're nothing but a whore!

You were insulting.
Get out or I'll have you thrown out.

(Crowd cheering)

(Echoing heartbeat)

(Gasps)

Help! Police!

(Fireworks exploding)

- Hey, Luciano.
- Ah, finally.

- You look annoyed.
- You're late. Come on.

You are annoyed.

Is it Franco? Have you
quarrelled with him over me?

What Franco?
I don't even know the guy.

Let's go. Call the porter,
I'm going to settle the bill.

(Tannoy) 'The Milan-Zurich Express
is leaving on platform seven.'

Police.

Sorry, Signorina, but you'll have to come
to the station for a few formalities.

Ah... but my train's about to leave.
I'm on my way to Switzerland.

Sorry.

But I'm going to Switzerland to work,
I'm not going for enjoyment.

Besides, I'm going to meet my fiancé
who's going with me.

- Luciano!
- What is it?

It's the police.
They want to take me in.

- What for?
- Why, I don't know.

But the train's departing.
I don't know what they want.

- Porter!
- You'll pardon...

In fact, it would be better
if you came along, too.

Oh, why?

To explain things.
It's in your own interest. Come on.

- Let's go.
- Porter!

Tell the truth, it was Franco who smashed
that jeweller's window in Sanremo.

I don't know a thing. What have I got
to do with Franco Magni?

Don't you live with him at the hotel?

Now, wait. I left the hotel because
Franco Magni gave me a hard time.

And besides, he's no longer a friend
of mine. He means absolutely nothing.

OK. But watch out,
if you're not telling the truth.

Stand up!

Come on, come along.
Just have a look at those two.

You told me you saw a man walk
past the shop window several times.

Have a good look at them.

I don't think it was either of them.

Over there.

Now, can you see better?

No, it's not them. He was different.

All right, boys. You can go.

You, psst! Come with me.

- Ciao, Franco. Good luck.
- Keep out of trouble, all right?

Thank you.
We'll do our best to try.

You know my fiancé?

- Franco Magni. Glad to know you.
- Luciano Lutring.

- Congratulations. Take care of her.
- Oh, he'll take care of me.

Don't forget, he's not a member
of the Cesaroni gang.

Nor is he involved in any of your
crooked business, understand, hmm?

Hurry up, the train for Zurich
leaves before long.

She's a wonderful entertainer.

(♪ Sings in Italian)

(Indistinct shouting)

- Ah?
- (Shouting)

Don't everybody shout
at the same time!

Not so much noise, huh?

All right, calm down!

Luciano, no!

- Quiet! The show must go on.
- Yes, but without you! Get down!

You're getting out of here!
Come on!

- Come on, get your coat!
- I can't go, I've got to sing!

- Hurry up, do as I say.
- What's the matter with you?

Young man, what do you want
with this lady? She's under contract!

- I'll pay the fine. Take us to court!
- But you can't do this.

The Signorina was supposed to sing
in a first-class night club.

But you can't do this,
it's a breach of contract!

Damn it! I gave up everything
a month ago to launch you,

and you let yourself be cheated this way!

I'll split the skull of the first one
who steps any nearer.

Now clear out!

Why can't you go away?
Please go and leave me in peace.

- What is happening to you?
- You ask me that?

It was you that robbed
that jeweller in Sanremo!

Why do you say that?

What about this axe you carry along?

I know Franco used to smash
jewellers' windows with a sling shot.

Oh, I wanted someone like you,

with your face and your eyes,
and everything else you've got!

But I want someone
without a police record!

But you're my woman, Angela!

Oh, here, take this.

Wipe your eyes, or else all your eye
shadow will run all down your face.

Luciano, why must you always drive me
in a machine that's been stolen?

Franco, when he drove me,

when he took me to my show
or we went out, he used his own car.

But when you do a job,
it's in a stolen car.

And there are times when I'm not sure
whether I'm in a stolen car or not.

Please, will you knock it off
with that Franco bit?

I'm different.

Luciano Lutring.

He can't teach me a thing.

Then let's say goodbye! Ciao!

(Tyres screech)

You bastard!

(Horn blares)

- Yes, sir?
- Fill it up. Regular.

Say, is there a café around here?

Yes, but it's closed.

- Angela!
- Leave me alone, Luciano!

- Leave me alone or I'll call the police!
- Angela, please.

Let go! Let go of me, I say!

- Leave me alone! I've had enough!
- Angela...

Let me live my own life
if you love me.

- I can't stand it! I've had it!
- Angela!

- Please! I can't go on like this!
- Will you shut up?

(Glass smashes)

Wait. Stand aside.

Come on, let's go!

(Sirens wailing)

- There they are.
- How far? Getting nearer?

A bit.
I'm afraid, slow down.

- If I slow down, they'll get us.
- Just pretend we're innocent.

How can I pretend innocence?
My pocket's full of jewels!

Give them here. Give them here!

Hurry up!

The others!

- Give me the axe, Luciano.
- Why take the axe? I didn't use it.

If they find it,
the police will suspect you.

It's under your seat.

Slow down.

Wipe off the sweat.

They weren't after us.

(Laughter)

- Oh...
- Oh, Luciano.

Where are you going?
What...?

I'm going back to get the watches.
No point letting them going to waste.

- Why not?
- Oh, you're crazy.

Wait a second.

- Oh...
- (Lutring) Don't be scared.

Which of these rings
do you like best, eh?

Pick it out.

- That one there.
- Just a second, I'll be right out.

No, Luciano, what are you
going to do? Be careful!

Don't worry. You'll see.

- How much?
- Two hundred francs.

Very well.

Here you are.

Hmm...
Merci, Monsieur

Good night.

There you are. Please take it.
It's my engagement present.

Don't worry, I paid for it.
I thought it would make you happy.

Oh, how much did you pay for it?

Two hundred francs.
The last of our cash.

(Laughter)

Wait a second, I'll slip it on your finger.

No, Luciano,
that's the wedding ring finger.

Sure, because I'm marrying you.

But you've got to promise
not to keep on nagging me, OK?

(Car tyres screech)

(Sighs heavily)

Honey, what's the matter?

- I heard sounds.
- Oh, it's nothing.

Say, how about a cup of coffee?

No, not now.

Eh?

Stop, you're my wife now.
You're not my mistress to be waited on!

Ow! Hey, you hurt me!

It's your fault.
You can't even make a cup of coffee.

Get a move on, I've got to go out.
I've got to make some money.

- (Angela) You promised me you'd stop.
- First, I want to give you a fur coat.

- Then, I'll go back and work in the dairy.
- Ha!

All set.

GUN SHOP

Franco, you're coming with us.

- Come on, hurry up.
- I will, as soon as I finish playing.

Finish the game. Get it over with.

You can't pin this on me.
I've got a cast-iron alibi.

When they broke into the gun shop,
I was here with the sergeant.

You know, the one from your district.
You can check on it.

And where is the sergeant now?

- Sergeant!
- Yes, I know him.

Listen, this guy says he was playing
here with you yesterday around six.

Yes, that's right.

If the superintendent wants to see you,
where could he find you?

Oh, I'm here any night around this time.

This time, you'd be better off
checking in a dairy

instead of in a billiard room.

- What do you mean by that?
- Nothing.

I'm just saying that...
you might get lucky.

(Yvonne) Coffee with milk.
(Man) Coming right up.

(Detective) Which windows?
(Assistant) Balcony and the one next to it.

OK, we'll wait a few minutes to move,

just to be positive Colasanti's car
has reached the position.

Hello, Luciano?
Get away, it's the police.

Yes.

All right. Come on.

This one.

Nothing.

It's too heavy to be a violin.

Looks as though he's started
to go in for it seriously.

He's never been able to play
an instrument, not even this.

What a headline!
"The sten-gun soloist."

- (Woman) Who is he?
- His name is Luciano Lutring.

I never heard of him.
Must be some stoop or other.

It seems he stole some guns
and hid them in a violin case.

"Sten-gun soloist."
Could be a nice story, you know?

What's been set up so far
in the late news column?

Not much, so far.
Just a suicide and a kidnapping.

Well, there you have it.

Take this to the composing room

and have them set up five columns
on the sten-gun soloist.

Hello? Will you please get me
police headquarters?

STEN-GUN SOLOIST
ESCAPES POLICE

(Hotelier) Seems your name is
in the papers.

If you want to sleep here,
it'll cost you 50,000 lire.

- Tomorrow I'll pull a job and pay you.
- Sure you will.

You promised faithfully, when we were
married, you'd pull no more jobs.

- You swore, Luciano.
- A bed only cost me 2,000 lire then.

Now I have to pay 50,000.

I must earn that, don't I?
I do a striptease.

Huh? What's the difference between
a striptease and a smash-and-grab?

None.
Besides, the husband should provide.

But not here in Milan, it's too dangerous.
They all know you here.

Tomorrow I'll go to Trieste, OK?

But don't take my car, please.
The instalment is due.

All right, then.
I'll steal a much faster one.

But don't drive over sixty. You worry me.
Promise you won't race.

Much better to speed than end in jail.

OK, let's go.

SMASH-AND-GRAB IN TRIESTE
MILAN STYLE

Twenty million in jewellery stolen at Dorsi.

The only weapon was an axe.

Police!

Ah, so it's Franco.

There's nothing against me
this time.

Maybe not armed robbery,
but attempted rape, yes!

I'm charging him, OK?
Don't let him get away!

Get going, Franco.
Take a powder.

Make it out all right.

Listen, Yvonne,
where is your husband hiding?

- Get lost.
- Meanwhile you carry on with Franco.

Are you mad?

You mean you didn't see me
there struggling?

Look what he's done here.
Go see what I've done to his face.

Go on! No, this isn't fair,
it really isn't fair.

Listen, I, er...

I won't say anything
to your husband about Franco.

But where is he?

Oh, no.

I could make an unfavourable report.
Shall I?

Get lost.

All right.

How would you like to be on television?

No.

As you wish.

Sit down.

All right, let's have it.
What's your plan?

I want to arrange a raid in the middle
of Milan, in Via Montenapoleone.

- It must be done at noon.
- And why then?

I'll tell you why, because at that time
all the women are out shopping.

With all that excitement going on,
you can imagine how they'll panic.

You block the street with the cars,

we pull the job and we get away
in the general confusion.

In those stores, there's loot worth
hundreds and hundreds of millions.

- You agree?
- Well... count me in.

Because he's clever enough
and the boy's very lucky.

Listen, Luciano, you're young.

Jewels worth 300 million,
when we've got them,

fetch about 50 million on the market.

You pay lookouts, buy equipment,
the grand scale is more fun,

but more expensive.

Maybe so.

But so far, my take has always
amounted to a flat fifty per cent.

That was pretty amateur.

In Via Montenapoleone, we're dealing
with jewellers that can be recognised.

- Are you familiar with sub-machine guns?
- Huh? No.

I had one, but I had to leave it behind
for the police to help me get away.

That means you're a smash-and-grabber.

Very well.
Let's think about it, shall we?

We find gunmen, then you and I meet
and talk it over.

I like the idea of pulling a job
in the middle of Milan at noon.

The higher you set your sights today,
the better your chances.

You're on the ball, Lutring.
When are you going to pull it?

Saturday.

It's a little early. You need a month
to prepare the ground.

- We'll meet when the practice begins.
- OK.

Say, Lutring.

I have a little story to pass on
that was told to a friend of ours.

That your wife is having an affair
with Franco of Corso Novara.

In fact, he said Moroni caught them
in bed together.

It was at your place.

Maybe it's not true.
Anyway, I told you.

It's a good plan.

But we'll pull it ourselves.

The man's too unstable
with the police at his heels.

But that makes it more convenient for us.
He'll be the stooge.

We'll let him turn up ten minutes later
and he'll be caught.

- You slut.
- No!

It's not true.
Believe me, it isn't.

I didn't do it, Luciano. It's the cops
who planted the whole story.

Because I wouldn't tell them
where you had gone.

Luciano, Luciano, I really didn't!

That snake forced his way
into the house!

But I did nothing, I swear it!
Nothing!

(Screaming)

You should've told me!

It was Franco.

He did it because he was jealous.
He's the one who did it all.

He's the one who set the police on you.
I didn't do anything!

(Sobbing)

Luciano...

Luciano!

Luciano!

Luciano...

I've got a deal to put to you.

What is it?

I have some merchandise
I gotta get rid of quickly.

Lutring has nothing to do with this.
This is all on my own.

- OK.
- It's cool, really. Contraband.

I've told you,
you've nothing to worry about.

- You sure?
- Guaranteed.

Sixty seconds to go.

Start off slowly and get in formation
with the others when it turns green.

After the job, all get back in cars one
and two and leave the others.

(Machine gun fire)

(Screaming)

Get out!

The stockings.

Check the time.

Come on, hurry! It's important.

Got your guns?

(Reporter) This is the most staggering
raid we've ever had in Milan.

- Look, there they are!
- They've spotted us!

(Sirens wail)

What do we do, Luciano? Shoot?

Are you mad?
Hang on, we'll kick them off.

(Officer) Come on, get out!
Hurry up!

(Indistinct shouting)

I've just come out of the hospital.
I don't know anything.

You'll stay here until
you get your memory back.

Take it easy,
I've still got open wounds!

- Isn't Lutring in on it?
- No, Lutring's not in on it.

But let's start to spread the word he is.
We're after him, but we can't catch him.

We've got to make those who are in on it
think that we're on the wrong track.

(Reporter) Here's Inspector Moroni now!
What's new on the Montenapoleone raid?

Give us a statement.

Put them in my office.

Look, Moroni!
You know I'm innocent!

Yes, I'm innocent!
You know I'm innocent!

I can't stand to stay in here!

Get me out of here!

(Screaming)

(Guard) All right. That's enough.

- Excuse me.
- What?

I said excuse me.
Tell me, are you a police officer?

- No, why?
- Ah, no. No reason.

I simply thought that you could be
interested in news of my husband.

His name is Luciano Lutring.

Then why have you followed me
for two hours?

Just a second, Mrs Lutring.
You want to give me some information?

Go right ahead.

Well, the hospital just discharged
Franco of Novara, no?

And Luciano is jealous,

because, before we were married,
Franco and I had a little... love affair.

Yes, Franco was stabbed
by your husband.

No. I don't believe that story.

My Luciano told me he didn't have
anything to do with that stabbing.

- And he wouldn't tell me a lie.
- Forget that and come to the point.

Because there is a reason. Well?

Well, seeing that Franco
has been bothering me again

since he came out, and
I told Luciano when he telephoned...

Anyway, Luciano said
he wanted to get him.

So I thought that,
if you wanted,

you could pick up Franco
and arrest Luciano.

Ah, so you're co-operating
with us, eh?

Yes, co-operating.

Yes, I'm co-operating.

But promise that
you'll take him alive, all right?

Ah, don't worry, I'll tell Moroni
that's the condition,

and I'm sure that he'll agree.

- Well, ciao.
- Now listen. Listen just a second...

Mrs Lutring, if you go on,
then it'll be necessary to follow you,

then how can I telephone?

Right. Well, I'll tell you what.
Look, there's a bar there.

Let's have a coffee,
and while you're telephoning,

I'll stop here and wait for you
and you can start shadowing me, OK?

- OK.
- After all, a job's a job, huh?

- What would you like?
- I think just a black coffee for me.

- And you sir?
- A brandy and coffee for me.

- Yes, sir.
- Have you a telephone here?

- Right over there, sir.
- Ah, thank you.

Would you excuse me a second?

Take your time,
it's quite all right with me.

Can I have a light?

She wouldn't give her name.
She's very nervous.

Oh, so it's you?
Can't I be left in peace in my own home?

- I'm sorry, but it's urgent.
- Wait down at headquarters.

No! I can't go there.

Nobody must know we're in this together.

If Luciano finds out, he'll kill me.

- No, we're not in this together.
- Eh?

In your own interest
and your husband's,

you volunteered information and we've
accepted it. That's all there is to it.

And what's this call about?

Inspector, Luciano should be meeting me
tonight at the club where I sing.

- Late, I'd say.
- Very well, I'll take steps.

- Wait, Inspector. I've a favour to ask.
- Well?

What is it?

Well, before he is arrested,
I'd like time to make love.

- I mean, after all we are married.
- Yes, I know.

- And he'll be in jail for many years...
- Very well, we'll take it easy.

- Thank you, Inspector...
- Don't worry, we'll do as you say.

- Good luck!
- And one more thing.

You mustn't shoot him.

The only reason I'm doing this
is to keep him alive.

- Only if he shoots first.
- No, no, he's unarmed, I swear it.

(Moroni) Lutring's at the Montemerlo
with his wife.

I'd like to get over there
with a squad of men.

No, you two go alone.
Let him get away.

But take a reporter along with you.

I want the news to leak out

that he's on the run
and that we're after him.

I'm puzzled. Are we supposed to let
the press make us a laughing stock?

That's it. Precisely.

First, we've got to catch the big fish,
then the small fry.

Lutring's just a red herring for us.

Besides, if his wife's seen with us,
we can pick him up whenever we want.

- If Lutring fires?
- No, there's no danger, he's not armed.

Now, try to be there
at one o'clock on the dot.

At five to one,
I'll warn him you're coming,

so he'll have time
to get dressed and get away.

He'll be making love with his wife.

- OK, off with you now. Call me.
- Yes, sir.

This is Moroni.

At five to one,
call that friend at Montemerlo's

and tell him to warn Lutring
we're coming.

At five to one, OK?

LUTRING THE UNCATCHABLE

THE THIEF FROM MILAN
HAS ESCAPED AGAIN

Freeze!
All down on the floor!

Faces to the wall!

Hurry up!

Come on, let's go!

Quickly!

We turned up just at the right moment.

Please, excuse me.

- Inspector, any clues, suspicions?
- It's too early to be able to say.

But is it the same Monday gang?

Yes, it looks like it.

- Is Lutring in this thing, would you say?
- Could be.

Here is one of the watches
stolen by my husband

at the same time
the Monday gang was in action.

It follows, if he smashed the window

the same day, at exactly the same time
as the Monday gang,

you can't suspect him.

- Obviously.
- Eh!

When will you see him?

I don't know.
The man's afraid.

He doesn't suspect anything,
but he's afraid just the same.

Let's go inside there.

- Here!
- What's this?

50,000 lire...
because you've told us the truth,

and if we haven't
caught your husband yet,

I have to admit,
it is all our own fault.

You mustn't do this.

I won't take it.

I'm not a paid informer for the police yet.

You think I'm betraying him,
but I'm not.

It's only because I love him,

because I only want him
to give all this up, understand?

I'll never give evidence against him,
get that straight!

- Waiter!
- Yes, madam?

What will you have?

- A coffee, thanks.
- Two coffees.

Mrs Lutring,
all information is paid for,

whatever the reason for its being given.

Do what you like with it,
but don't ask me to take it back

because the administration
will get all messed up.

Besides, why not take it?
Hmm?

It's... it's like...
you offer me a coffee, and yet...

it doesn't mean we should consider
ourselves friends or accomplices.

That's just the way you see it.
I don't agree.

Listen, you must tell me
all the jobs he pulls,

before he does them, if possible.

Otherwise the judge may think he's in
with those who are robbing the banks.

Is that clear?

I'm afraid that's quite clear.

Fine.

- Aren't you going to have your coffee?
- No, thanks, I don't want any.

Be careful and stay in town.

You're the robber's wife and if you leave
I'll have to pull you in.

I cannot say you're working with us.

Listen, Moroni...

Should I be arrested, would...

Would it mean jail?

I'm not sure. I don't know.

- Anyway, I'm not leaving Milan.
- Good girl. Ciao, eh.

(Waiter) Pardon me, but this money...

Ah! Keep the change!

Thank you.

A first class ticket to Como and return.

- Remember your promise, Luciano.
- Which one?

What do you mean, "which one"?
Not to pull a job here while I'm working.

Why not take a few days off?
You look so washed up. Promise me!

- Telephone me. Ciao.
- All right.

(Tyres screech)

- Get your hands up or I'll shoot!
- Luciano, Luciano! Run!

(Gunshots)

(Groaning)

Damn you! Damn you!

- I've got the contract!
- Go to the devil!

- I've been engaged and I'll sing!
- Oh, no, you won't!

Like hell you're going to sing!

That's what you say, you bandit!

- (Screams)
- I'll show you!

I'll show you who's the singer here!

If I call my husband, Lutring,
he'll put you all in your place!

It's my contract!
I've got a right to work too.

- Maestro!
- Let go of me!

(♪ Starts singing)

You, stop singing!

Lutring will get you,
and you'll go to hell, too!

I've got a right to live, too!

- I've got the contract and I'll sing!
- You're the wife of a thief!

You take that back and beg my pardon,
because I'm a lady!

This is my establishment
and I hire who I like.

No! I tell you,
I have the contract.

You'll pay dearly, Lutring... (Gasps)

Are you Angela Lutring?
You must come with us to the station.

- No, I'll not go.
- Eh?

Look, I'm working here.
I've got a contract to sing.

What's the matter? Are you afraid
I'm going to start robbing the joint?

She was threatening
to send for her husband, Lutring!

Let's go, don't make a scene.

- Come along, nice and quiet. Go on!
- It's not fair! It's not fair!

(Lutring) So, we'll be at the spot
at five o'clock with two cars.

Then one will go straight
to Piazza Castello.

And when we're outside Ridolfi's
the jeweller's,

me, Virgola and Mastoni will open fire.

While the other two continue firing to
frighten the people away, I'll grab the loot.

How do you like the idea?

Huh? What do you think?

It's a good idea, but why do you insist
on using a machine gun?

Because I've decided
I won't work without one.

Then at least you'll have to learn
how to use one,

or else you'll be killing
innocent bystanders,

just to grab a handful of rings,
people who have nothing to do with it!

Here... take this.

Give me a loaded clip.

No, no, no, no...
Give it to me.

Now watch! You have to
set your shoulder tight against the butt

and grip it hard with your hands like this.

Or in the belly, see?
In this position.

When you squeeze the trigger,

take it easy or else the whole clip
will be used up.

When this beauty is in your hands,
you have to play it easy.

It's just as well always to keep
a few bullets in reserve,

you never can tell. Here.

Fire at that tree-trunk.

Pretty good, eh?

Give me another one.

Careful, Lutring.

Shooting a machine gun
is just as bad as cocaine.

10 YEARS FOR LUTRING

LONG CONVICTION
FOR THE STEN-GUN SOLOIST

HIS WIFE YVONNE SET FREE

Mrs Lutring, have you got
any statement for the papers?

- I'm glad the judge found me innocent.
- But not your husband.

He's a good boy!
Luciano's not a bandit, you know?

And I'm sure he's not going to go to jail
for ten years just for stealing a few jewels!

But they are worth millions!

- And ten years is always too much!
- Well, let's give that.

Anyway, have you got any hopes
for seeing your husband?

Of course, if he's in Milan.
But perhaps he isn't.

- Where is he then?
- Why are you asking me that?

- Are you a reporter or a policeman?
- No, listen, I only meant that...

- Just who is she? An actress or what?
- No, she's married to a gangster.

- Same thing, though...
- Ah.

Wait! Mrs Lutring!
Please, just one question.

Mrs Lutring,
one moment, please.

Taxi, taxi!

Get away, fast!

And are you going to Viale Zara?

No, I'm a telecaster.

Would you be interested
in appearing tonight on television?

Tonight?
On television?

Yes.

But there isn't much time now,
because I've got to try out songs.

Besides, I...
my voice gets deeper in jail.

- You know how damp it gets in there.
- I don't need you to sing.

Huh?

At the trial you said you hoped
that your husband would give himself up.

Well, this evening we'd like you
to invite your husband to give himself up

over the television.

Naturally, this will be regarded as work.

And our company is prepared to give you
adequate payment for your time.

Let's see...
shall we say 300,000 lire?

Very well. I'll do it.

Thank you, Mrs Lutring.
It will help your husband, you'll see.

Yes...

And besides,
we've had so many expenses.

- You'll pay in advance?
- As you wish, of course.

Very well. It's a deal.

It's a name that causes a shudder
whenever you hear it,

whenever it's mentioned.

But there's someone who has
other feelings whenever she hears it -

apprehension, anxiety, nostalgia.

Yvonne Lutring, his wife.

- Good evening, Mrs Lutring.
- Good evening.

Nervous? You seem a little nervous.
Don't worry.

Tell me, what sort of a feeling
do you get

from being called Mrs Lutring,
a name that's, well... become notorious?

Well, for me...

I'm not a bit scared,
because I know him.

If somehow you could
turn the clock back,

tell me, would you marry
the same man over again?

I don't know.

'I had quite different ideas,
you know that.

'You see, I'm a singer.

'And when I met Luciano,
I sang for a living,

'but... seeing he's mine,
I'll keep him.'

'Why,
after what he's done?'

'I know he's done things,
but not everything they say.

'Sometimes the police are
worse than him.

'They're such liars, you can't imagine.'

(Interviewer) 'Still, it was precisely the
statements made by the police at the trial

'that led to the case against you and
your husband in Parma being withdrawn!'

(Mrs Lutring) 'Yes, that's true,
but they gave my husband ten years!

'Ten years! That's too much.'

Do you think your husband
will have heard about the sentence?

It's hard to say.
I don't know.

Do you think your husband is before
a TV set at this moment listening to you?

Who knows... he could.

(Interviewer) 'Speak to him.
Talk with him. Say something to him!'

- What shall I say?
- Whatever you want to.

Shall I speak what you told me to speak?

You say whatever you wish to say.

Luciano, listen Luciano.

'If you love me, really love me,
go to the police and give yourself up.

'Why don't you stop this terrible life
you're leading?

'Why don't you rest a bit?

'Pretend you're a prisoner of war.'

Ten years will go past soon, you'll see.

And I'll wait for you,
so, when you get out...

'I'll be there waiting for you, Luciano.'

Then we can be together.

I'll wait for you.
Go to the police, Luciano.

I'll be waiting for you.

(Indistinct shouting)

This is our new client.
His name is Luciano Lutring.

He's here from Italy.

Age 26.

A part of a new wave of criminals
now making their way here.

Ah! You mean
a criminal common market.

Yes, up to now the Italians
have been out of it,

but Monsieur Lutring is outside
the criminals' common market.

He's a loner, a man with
not much courage, and rather nervous.

But precisely for this reason,
he's all the more dangerous for us,

because, as we know,
they're the ones who shoot most readily.

This is his lovely wife,
an ex-singer in night clubs.

And Lutring, in his primitive psychology,
steals jewels

in order to keep on a par with his wife's
good looks, to boast his ego.

He's a handsome man.

Seems impossible for such a head
to have such a twisted brain.

That's what I think, too,
when I see a face like his.

But there is always a reason.

Inherited disease, alcoholism...

For some time now,
he's been drinking quite a lot,

and in my opinion he'll become a killer,
sooner or later.

That's why we're taking
an interest in him.

Besides, the criminals here will make him
work under special conditions.

That way he could easily become a killer.

We'll have to increase the taking of film
in our streets then,

hoping to catch him in good company.

- He's trying to sell some jewels.
- But naturally no one wants to buy them!

Oh, he's asking a high price,
and nobody here trusts him yet.

Oh, it appears he's going around here,
too, in a white Alfa Romeo.

That'll make it easier to spot him.

(Woman laughing)

Excuse me. Double cognac.

- A cognac, please...
- A Cinzano!

You're not Parisian, eh?

No, I just work here.

Yeah, what kind of work
if you run from the cops, eh?

Maybe our kind.

I haven't any residence permit to work.

I'm Italian and unemployed.

Well, if it happens again, don't panic.
They're just trying to get some mugshots.

It seems that things are getting
a bit hot here lately.

Leave me alone to play in peace, huh?

Don't you care for Paris?

Not much.

It's rainy and cold.

Have you any murders on your record?

No.

We can get along then.

I'm thinking of a trip to the Côte d'Azur,
interested?

Yeah, why not?

We're on then.

You want to play now?

Ah!

(Policeman) Say, young man!

You want to be arrested for begging?

Clean the sidewalk up and beat it!
Quickly!

Keep moving! Keep moving!

Keep still! Nobody move!

(Indistinct shouting)

(Gunshot)

LUTRING, THE THIEF FROM MILAN

HITS IN FRANCE

LUTRING THE THUNDER THIEF

YESTERDAY IN PARIS

TODAY IN A SHOOTING IN NICE

OK, come tomorrow.
I'll make you an offer then.

No!
Leave the jewels with me!

- What for?
- I'll explain.

We've been sectioning Paris
into areas for some time now.

You're not authorised to work here,
so these jewels must go to the area agent.

What do you mean, "area agent"?

I was the one who took the risks.
I stole them and they're mine.

So they're yours...

if they aren't, then they're nobody's,
not even the jeweller's.

Lutring, take my advice
and get out of Paris. You're nothing.

Because the big newspapers are writing
you up, don't let your head get big.

Bobinò...

These pockets are full of jewels,
but I'm hungry!

For three days I've been trying
to sell them.

You'll starve to death, Lutring!

I'll hand you over to the cops
and then you'll eat.

Nobody will buy your goods.

You can try at the banks,
but you're alone.

The Moroccan and Corso
aren't worth a sou.

If you want to try the banks alone,
you can do so.

But jewels in your hands are just nothing,
mere stones.

You can chuck them away if you want to.
I'll give you some friendly advice.

Look, give them to me,
I'll give you 500 new francs.

You'll be able to eat, to sleep,

to buy a one-way ticket to Amsterdam.

I can find you a nice,
quiet job in Amsterdam

and you'll be money-ahead.

Come on, give them to me, Lutring!

There you go!

Take your stones!

(Bell chimes)

Milan.

(Tannoy, indistinct)

I'm sorry, but your name's not
on the passenger list.

Oh, forgive me.

Here, it's this one.

Eat it. It's fresh.

Luciano!

Angela!

(Whistles)

I'll expect you in Paris then.
A friend will bring you a passport.

It's forged, of course,
but perfect like mine.

Try some.

Once you arrive in Paris, hop a taxi.
Go to the Place Pigalle.

You'll see your picture,
outside the Mayfair.

- On the picture write your address.
- But why?

So I can find you.

Why don't you tell me right now
where you're going,

so I don't have to
wander around the town alone?

We can't trust anyone,
and it's not just a question of trust.

You know I change beds every night.
At least I have the cash.

No!

Luciano, no!
No, not with the gun!

- What are you saying?
- I'm scared!

- You promised me!
- No, I can't. It's part of me.

- I couldn't live. No!
- Please, Luciano!

Oh, God...

Hello. Inspector Moroni?

It's urgent.

- What are you doing?
- Hello, Inspect...?

(Groans)

Stop! No!

Hello?
Let me speak to Inspector Moroni.

Where have I seen that face?

- I've seen it someplace.
- She's certainly a beautiful young lady.

But, no, I don't mean her.
Who's he?

He's someone I know.

But where have I seen him?

At any rate,
we'll follow him night and day.

He's moved in with an Italian,
a bank clerk, no record.

Ah, you know who that funny face is
with Mrs Lutring?

That's Moroni,
Chief Inspector in Milan.

I'll bet anything he's here to try to get
Lutring back to Italy with her assistance.

This way, please.
The show's just beginning.

Oh, Inspector,
it's a little early for that, isn't it?

Good evening, Julien.
We meet at last, eh?

What are you doing in Paris, Moroni?

Well, I've heard such a lot about Pigalle...

You won't believe this,
but I've never managed to get here before.

- May I offer you an Italian coffee?
- All right.

Near here there is a bistro
where they make real espresso.

We can also take the opportunity
of talking shop a bit.

Yes.

Angela!

Let's get out of here.
I'm frightened.

I've been waiting for you ten days
without caring about the risk.

- I know, darling, but let's go. I'm scared.
- All right.

Any news of Mrs Lutring?

Yes, she's in Paris.

I heard she was.
One of our men has been following her.

It appears that there's someone trying
very hard to make us lose sight of her.

Ah! Listen, Julien.

We're both old hands at the game,
and it's to both our interests to catch him.

Otherwise, he'll come out the winner.

- Let's sit down.
- You're right. I'm completely in accord.

Let's talk about it.

(♪ Sixties pop music plays)

Oh, please don't drink any more.

- Please, I beg you. Now put it down.
- Unless I drink, I lose my courage.

Come on, drink!
It won't be tea.

Remember, in those days
I was a good boy!

(Chuckles)

(Laughs) Ooh...

Ah...

(Laughs)

Hey! Wake up!

Have you a double room for us tonight?

Huh?

I'm sorry,
no room for you tonight.

Not for Luciano Lutring.

If you expect a bed in this hotel,
you'll have to pay.

Er... how much?

I demand in advance 3,000 francs
for one night.

Luciano, what is it in lire?

- Over 300,000 lire.
- (Gasps)

We work for them, I guess.

A safe night is more valuable
than money.

If people like you don't sleep,
they come to a bad end.

I'm sorry, we're 500 francs short.
It's all I've got.

Got a car outside?

Yes, I have.

All right, I'll take that.

Then we'll be even.
Good night.

(Groans)

You've earned millions of lire...

...and this is what we've come to.

Tomorrow we'll go away.

Where can we go?

We'll rent a house of our own,
outside Paris.

I had hoped we could return to Milan.

Can you imagine
the price of a safe trip to Milan?

Two million lire.

A fortune to us!

That much...
there's only one way to get it.

(Sobbing)

Bedin, do me a favour, huh?

Get a photo made from that film of
Mrs Lutring arriving at the Gare de Lyon.

- You recall it?
- Yes.

Then call your friend,
the reporter on France Soir.

- Jacques Loret?
- Yes, that's the one.

See that he gets the photograph
and prints it on the front page.

But the same photograph
will show the face of Inspector Moroni!

Of course, that's the idea!

Only, you and Loret mustn't say
who it is in the picture with Mrs Lutring.

It's enough for Lutring to find out
that Moroni and she got here together.

He'll know who he is.

But be careful -
no scandal of any sort, understand?

(Bedin) Yes, I've got a feeling that Lutring
won't manage to get back home.

He might.
It's hard to say.

Those jewels certainly
make your mouth water.

I've one more very important favour
to ask of you, Bedin.

Lutring's young friend Corso...

Have him set free

and ask him on my personal behalf
and in his own interest

to go to Lutring and convince him
to try a smash-and-grab at Cartier's.

It can be done.

- But see, here...
- What, you hesitate? What is it?

Well... the hitch is that Corso would have
to present Lutring with a genuine idea

that's fool-proof for raiding Cartier's.

- Then how about planning something?
- Who?

Well, you and Corso,
I should imagine.

You certainly ought to know
the right way to plan a raid

after working among jailbirds
for ten years.

Huh? Something wrong,
by any chance?

I was just wondering,
between you and me,

whether or not
we're preparing a trap,

or is it a grave
for him to fall into, eh?

A trap, I'd say.

I thought we'd decided I'd drive.

No, I'm driving the car.

Someone has to help
smash Cartier's windows.

I can't do it by myself!

But why can't you stick
to the original idea, not use me?

I should still drive the car, no?

And while I drive,

you hand the jewels over to the guy
who'll be in the car and he'll pay.

Can't we just get the cash off the guy
without smashing Cartier's windows?

Ah, no.
He's a hard guy.

Besides, he trusts me.

It's me who brought him into this
and I guaranteed a good deal.

Do you think we can break Cartier's
windows with just a little lead ball?

Just the first ones.

Next, we use machine guns.

And if they don't break... we run.

Oh, no.
We've got to go through with it.

You can talk all right.
You'll be sitting in the car

and we'll be exposing ourselves
to the public with sub-machine guns.

I want to do the job tonight.
Not tomorrow.

Tomorrow...
sorry, I've got to be in Milan.

YVONNE LUTRING IN PARIS

But this is you here,
and Moroni's with you!

They're on to us.

We've got to get out of here.

They followed you
and you didn't even notice it. Fool!

If they surround the house,
we'll be killed.

Well, don't be afraid.

He brought me to Paris.

- Moroni?
- That's right.

- But your father knew about it, Luciano.
- You bitch!

(Yelping)

No, Luciano...

Luciano... Luciano...

- You slut!
- Please let me speak, Luciano.

Get out of my sight!

Dirty whore!

I ought to smash you
the way I smash a window!

But I can only kill when I'm scared!

I can't do it...
'cause I'm only sick!

I'm not capable of smashing you to bits!

Where and when
are they coming to get me?

When?
Because now you sold me, Angela.

Angela, when your mother
gave you that name,

she had no idea how you'd turn out.

Luciano...

They're not coming to get you.
Don't worry.

Nobody knows we're here.
Not even Moroni.

Calm down now.

I love you. I do, my darling.

If I've done anything,
it was only to save your life.

But you won't believe the truth.

You and I will go back to Milan, eh?

Oh, with Moroni on our tail?

Yes, because it's the only way.

This way, with Moroni behind us,
you'll be able to return to Milan.

You'd have a chance,
you wouldn't be killed.

But if you stay here in Paris,

the French police
will get you sooner or later.

And they wouldn't hand you over
to the Italians, either.

You see,

here in Paris there are
two police interests,

each one trying...
each one trying to make an arrest.

Each one has their own interests.

We must take advantage of the situation.
But will you understand this, Luciano?

How much are they giving you
to hand me over to the police in Italy?

All right, Luciano,

it's not in my interest for you
to come to Milan, no.

No, I want you to
stay here in Paris, and...

and get yourself killed
for just a few pieces of filthy jewellery.

And... and that way I'll be rid of
being a gangster's wife!

(Sobs)

I swear...
I swear it, Angela.

I'll come with you tomorrow to Milan.

Yes. Oh, yes.

To Milan...

Luciano!

Luciano!

Luciano!

(Luciano) 'Get ready.
I'm going to pick you up tonight to leave.'

Luciano! Luciano!

- It was a terrible spot to be in.
- I realise.

It's a miracle I'm here,
but I finally managed to convince him.

He's leaving with me for Milan tomorrow.

- What's he doing today?
- I'm not sure that...

Out with it!
Where's he going?

Cartier's.

Hmm...

Well...

Listen, I tried to persuade him.

I did everything in my power.

- Yes...
- He promised me.

- So?
- Ever since we were married...

Well, his promises aren't worth anything,
can't you see that?

Then you won't do
anything more for him?

No.

The only possible thing for you to do
is to return to Italy.

Here's your passport.

Get your stuff out quickly.

Save yourself, at least.

You must realise it's my duty
to warn the French police.

- But couldn't...
- No, no, no...

if a criminal's going to commit a crime
I cannot in all conscience protect him!

- You could at least wait.
- Why? Wait for what?

To kill someone?

Must I become his accomplice, too?
Are you crazy?

Inspector! Inspector!
Are you leaving me alone here?

I must.
What else can I do?

For that matter, it's the only way
you can start living again.

Listen, I've got to go and telephone
Inspector Julien,

unless you want to do it
and collect the reward.

Huh?

Just what are you saying?

All you police are like that!
You're a mean bastard!

You haven't understood me at all,
not at all!

Now you listen. I'm telling you...

I'm only doing my job.

And what's yours?
First a tramp and next a spy!

I know too much.

(Sobbing)

And now it's over!

Yes, Inspector Julien's car.
I'll put him on.

- It's Inspector Moroni of the Italian police.
- Yes.

Hello, this is Inspector Julien,
give me Inspector Moroni.

(Moroni) 'Hello, is that you, Julien?'

Yes, it is.
Good morning.

What is it?

'Lutring has left his hideout
and is making for Cartier's.'

Thank you,
thank you for the information.

And don't worry, I'll be taking all
necessary measures to capture Lutring.

And pardon my simple curiosity,
but where is Lutring's hideout?

'In Sarcelles,
but exactly where I don't know myself.'

Thank you for your loyalty
and co-operation, Inspector Moroni.

I'm grateful. Now I'll give you some
confidential information in exchange.

It was our idea to entice him there
to Cartier's,

because we're interested
in apprehending Lutring,

but you can have Mrs Lutring.

'Don't shoot him because he knows
a lot about Milan and Paris.'

My men have set a trap

and it's up to him
not to make it into a tomb.

Bon voyage, now!

'Thank you and make a good job of it.
Au revoir.. '

(Tyres screech)

Fill it up! High test.

Stop! Your papers. Car logbook.

Is this your car?

Come back here, Lutring!

(Gunshots)

(Gunshot, groaning)

(Tyres screech)

Car number 12.

'Lutring driving a car
belonging to the police

'is making his way
up the Champs-Élysées.

'All cars are warned,
making for the Champs-Élysées area,

'Lutring is making for the Étoile.'

'This is car number seven.

'We are proceeding from Place de l'Alma
up Avenue Marceau to the Étoile.'

'This is car 21.

'We are proceeding from Porte Dauphine
up Avenue Foch to the Étoile.'

'This is car 18.

'I am heading up Avenue Kléber
from the Trocadéro.'

(Sirens wailing)

'This is car 12.

'Lutring is proceeding from the Étoile
towards Place de Ternes,

'Boulevard de Courcelles.'

'This is car 27.

'I'm taking Avenue Malesherbes
from Place Wagram.'

'Lutring is proceeding towards
Boulevard de Courcelles.

'All cars make for the area.

'Surrender, Lutring!
All roads are blocked!'

(Tyres screech)

(Machine gun fire)

(Gunshots)

- (Gunshot)
- (Lutring) Ah!

(Whistle blows)

(Groaning)

(Whistle blows)

(Whistle blows)

THE END