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Mmm.

Hello.

Food.

Food!

For you!

Eat.

Want something
to eat?

It's all right,
Missy.

I won't hurt you,
Okay? I promise.

What's your name?

Where are
your parents?

Your mama? Papa?

Dada?

No, no, no, no.
You need this.

May I help?

Like this.

You see?

I did not know
it was that delicious.

Hey!

Missy!

Where is she?

She took it like a fox.

Hey!

Good luck!

No more bets, please.
Les jeux sont faits.

Everybody is born
with a certain amount of luck.

Some spend
their luck on cards.

Some spend it at the wheel.

One out of 36 chances

for the lucky,

or the brave,

or the foolish.

One out of 36, did I say?

Actually, no. One out of 37.

Most people like to forget

that the odds
are stacked against them.

I can't forget,
because that little green zero,

the house edge,
that is what pays my salary.

Zero!

Yes! Ha!

As I said,

everyone gets
a certain amount of luck.

Some frivol it away
at the gaming tables.

Me?

I save my luck
for when I need it.

Mm, mm.

My boss, Henri Louche,

doesn't mind
when a customer gets lucky.

Thank you.

But that gentleman--
he went beyond that.

Whoops.

He got greedy.

So his luck needed to change.

Yeah.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Place your bets, please.
La partie continue.

Nice.

Hmm.

What's your name,
pretty lady?

My name is Modesty, sir.

Pretty Modesty,
this one is for you.

Give me luck.

Thank you, sir.

No more bets, please.
Les jeux sont faits.

16 red.

My lady, please.
Cash me out.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

I want my cash, please.

So, you're leaving?

All right.

Once more.

Hmm.

Place your
new bets, please.

Monsieur Louche
taught me how to plan

for moments like this.
He taught me...

...when you
fleece a customer,

He must never
know it. Heh.

If he never wins,

He knows the wheel
is crooked.

So, he places a series
of small bets.

He wins.

But he doubles up,

triples up after a big loss.
Then we have him.

No more bets, please.
Les jeux sont faits.

That's when you take him
to the cleaners.

Anyone is allowed
to be lucky.

Your job is to make sure
they don't get too lucky.

Place your
new bets, please.

Everything is ready?

Sí, Monsieur Louche.

I have the information
that the merchandise

will be waiting for us
in the morning.

At the agreed upon
price?

Yes, yes. Everything
should be smooth.

Unless, of course,

we have any unexpected
large payouts tonight, Señor.

Modesty Blaise is
taking care of it.

No more bets, please.
Les jeux sont faits.

13 black.

I'm so sorry, sir.

I want my money.

I didn't mean to be
your unlucky charm.

Good luck.

These things happen.

Good luck to you...

pretty Modesty.

These things happen
when greed clouds your judgment.

Monsieur Louche taught me that.

Place your bets, please.
La partie continue.

It would've been
nice this particular night

if he had followed
his own advice.

Let's go.

What the hell?

Where are we?

Aah!

Who are you working for?

Whatever you're getting,
I'll pay you double.

You think
this is about money?

Triple.
Name your price.

Close up for me, yes?

So early, Rafa?

I've put in a full day.

Must conserve
my energy, hmm?

For Estrella?

You're gonna
kill yourself.

But I die happy.

Go on. Go.

Boutellis and I
will finish for you.

Tell Stassi...

It's 3 cases gin,
6 vodka...

2 rum,
4 whiskey.

I can always trust you
to be on top of things.

Big day tomorrow.

Don't talk to me
about tomorrow.

I don't want to know.

There are better ways
to make money.

I do what
Monsieur Louche says.

He calls me, I come.

Doesn't it ever
bother you that--

When you have
the Blaise gang,

You can do
as you please. Hmm?

But this is
the Louche gang.

Very true.

Fine, go ahead. Go.

We don't want to keep
your Vesuvius waiting,

Do we?

I'll make this up
to you. I promise.

Will you get the hell
out of here, please?

Oh!

Good night.

The money
is in the vault.

Everything is secure
for tomorrow.

So, how did we do
tonight?

Respectable.

Did Monsieur Louche
say anything to you?

It could happen
to anybody.

He just got lucky.

11 reds in a row.
You saw it.

I tried to see
how he was cheating.

He wasn't.
Forget about it.

If you hadn't
stepped in...

Let it go.

Yes.

It could happen
to anybody.

And Monsieur Louche
knows that.

Did Almavar put his tallies in?
I didn't see him do it.

I'll look.

So, Irina,
how did you make out?

I only got
2 orders wrong.

No, I meant how'd
you do with your tips?

Fine.

The men don't seem
to like me.

What are you doing?

Stop covering
yourself up like a nun.

Danielle takes home
10 times this every night.

I can't do what
Danielle does.

It's like magic, the way
men throw money at her.

Magic? The only magic

is that the men who come
into Club Louche

want to get happy
down here.

Every time a pretty girl
enters their field of vision.

And if the pretty girl
pays him some attention...

I know.

Then they feel alive.

And the more men feel alive,

the more inclined they are
to spend lots of money.

Now, who do you want them
to spend that money on?

Danielle or you?

Me.

Good.

Then there's hope
for you yet.

See? Stassi should
know better.

Forget about it.

That's just
Danielle's way.

One day, she'll die,

the doctors will
cut open her chest,

and they'll find
a cash register.

Oh, so you can smile.

Take that smile out
onto the floor tomorrow night

and see if it makes
a difference.

Get down!

Go! Come on, move!

Down! Stay down!

Come on! Stay down!

All clear.

Good evening, everybody.

So, who's in charge?

I'm in charge.

Huh? You okay?
Mm-hmm.

Now... The vault--

I need you to open it
for me. Hmm?

Uh-uh-uh.
It's okay.

I can't.

I can't.

You can't, or you won't?

Tell the man what
he needs to know.

It's good advice, hmm?

What? You want to--
you want to be a hero?

Waiting for
the big reward?

Huh?

I don't know
the combination. I swear.

You wouldn't be lying
to me now, would you? Hmm?

I swear.

Don't worry.
It's okay. It's okay.

Whoever has the combination,
stand up now.

I'll give you 15 seconds
before the next person dies,

starting...

now.

Three seconds.
That's a new Olympic record.

So, you have
the combination?

No, he had it.

He? Who's he?

The man you just killed.

He said he didn't.

What'd you expect?

He was just doing his job--
protecting the money.

Who else can open
the vault?

No one, except
Monsieur Louche himself.

Monsieur Louche.
Of course.

Why didn't we think
of Monsieur Louche?

Oh, yeah. Um...

I killed him
already.

How did he die?

Well, he tried
to fight back, but...

he knew he was
outmatched, as are you.

No. How did he die?

Begging.

Then the 2 men who could
open the vault are dead.

There has to be
someone else.

Besides, the combination
changes every 24 hours.

Change? How does it change?
Monsieur Louche's computer.

Get on the computer.
Find the combination.

I can't. I haven't
got the passwords.

This doesn't really
improve your situation.

I'm telling you
everything I know.

Anything to stop
you from killing

another person for no reason.

You think
I'm bloodthirsty?

You think
I like to kill?

I think you love it.

Maybe you're right.

You're not afraid of me.

I'm terrified.

No.

She's terrified.

If I let you
into the vault,

will you let them go?

Of course.
Why do you even ask?

Then the man you need
is Rafael Garcia.

Unless you already
killed him, too.

You said no one else
knows the combination.

No, but he knows the password
to get the combination.

Where is he?

He left early.
He had a date.

Guys, upstairs.

Where are you going?

What?

If you're thinking of
blasting your way in there,

you should know
you'll kill yourself.

And all of us,
and most likely

bring down
the whole building.

Monsieur Louche has
the vault booby-trapped.

The walls, doors,
floors, ceiling--

All wired to explode

if someone tries a stunt
like you're about to.

Destroy all his cash,
all his records?

No, I do not think so.

Monsieur Louche
isn't fool enough

to keep his records here.

As for the money,
it's in Switzerland.

The cash here
is pocket change.

So you can tell your men
to put their toys away.

Monsieur Louche outfoxed
your boss and he knows it.

Anything else
you'd like to add?

No? You sure?

You think I don't know
about the money

you need for the buy tomorrow?

Money that needs to be here,
not in Switzerland.

Now move it upstairs.

Just a minute.
The keys.

To Monsieur
Louche's office.

I realize it's more fun
to kick the door down, but--

Clean this mess up.

Irina, we're
all going to die.

Shut up!

First they rape us,
then they kill us.

Modesty's trying to save us.
Can't you see?

Shut up!

Come on!

The vault.
Where's the vault?

Blow it.
Mm-hmm.

The money will do you
no good when you're dead.

Let me prove it to you.

His plans are in
the desk drawer.

Ah-ah-ah. Easy now.

You know how to read
a schematic?

I do.

Each device is wired
to all the others.

You trip one,
they all go off.

These are the circuits.

That represents
the wall over there.

Traps here, here,
here, and here.

Think of each one
as a landmine.

You trip it,

and they find your foot
in the harbor tomorrow.

Or your head.

Miklos, this
doesn't look good.

Call your Garcia.
Get him here now.

His girl lives up the coast
a long way from here.

Now!

Ay, mi amor.

Hola. Who is this?

Louche
wants you to close up.

Monsieur Louche wants me
to come back?

Louche said
he was coming back

to check on it
personally.

Yes, I understand.
Of course.

Uh, uh...
But can't you do it?

Not tonight.

No, no, no.
I'm 12 miles from nowhere.

Our investors from Stockholm
will arrive in 3 hours.

You're asking me to drive all
the way back to Tangiers? Why?

If you're not here
when he arrives...

I don't see
how I can do it.

Come the usual way.
You can make it.

I'll do my best
to get there by 6:00.

Do better
than your best.

Hmm...

So...

What do you say
we stay here and...

get better
acquainted, huh?

I think...

that I know you as well
as I want to know you.

Stop wasting my time!

I'm sorry, baby.

Don't tell me Monsieur
Louche wants you.

Louche is dead.

How?
I don't know.

Who did it?

She could not say.

She? Who is she?

Modesty.

Who is Modesty?

She had a gun
to her head.

I have to go.

If you call
the police--

You say nothing
to the police.

Go to Taza,
to your family.

Te quiero.

Who is Modesty?

Hey!

How about this?

On account of your
big mouth, I kill him?

That would be 3,
and Ishua here would be 4.

You trying
to set a record?

Garcia should be
on his way.

He can open the vault.

Aah!

God.

He should be
here by 6:00.

Looks like we have
a bit of a wait.

Why don't you make yourselves
more comfortable? Come on.

Hey. I want you away
from the others.

What, you think I'll organize
a rebellion? Like this?

You're a very tricky lady.

Thank you.

How old are you?

65. I had a bit
of work done.

I don't know
when I was born.

What, you don't know
when you were born?

No.

Parents forgot to tell you
your birthday?

I never had a birthday.

I never knew my parents.

So you're an orphan.

I believe we're more
alike than you think.

I doubt that.

Let's play a game.
A game?

Well, it's a casino,
isn't it?

We're closed.

We just reopened.

We have time to pass
until this Garcia arrives.

What did you
have in mind?

Why don't
we play roulette?

Um, if you know how to.

All right.

Sir, I must ask you
to holster your gun.

What?

Roulette is
a gentleman's game.

It's against house rules
to shoot the wheel

if you don't like
where the ball lands.

Your men have control
of the room.

Now, give me
a hundred chips.

Certainly, sir.
Your money, please?

My money?

If you want
to play roulette,

you have to bet
with real money.

You really are crazy,
aren't you?

The people who walk through
that door are prepared

to risk something
precious to them.

Their next rent payment,
the future of their business,

their lover's esteem.

It just looks like money
when they lay it on the table.

What they risk tells them
something about who they are.

Whether they are
truly brave...

or just pretending
to be brave.

Oh.

And you'll pay me
when I win?

Of course.

But you'll pay me with
the casino's money.

All the money in
this casino is mine

courtesy of your dead
Monsieur Louche.

No, I do not bet
my own money

to be paid by
my own money.

Then you must find
something else to risk.

Yeah? Well,
what do you suggest?

Them.

If you lose, they go free.

They go free,
they run to the police,

they run to your Garcia.

No.

If you are let free,
you don't go to anyone.

If you do, everyone
still here will die,

and don't think
you'll be safe, either,

because Miklos here
will hunt you down

and kill you if you
go to the police.

Am I correct?

You're very correct.

All right, we play.
This is the game.

We play for their release,
one hostage at a time.

What are you playing for?
You don't want money.

I want you.

We've been through
this already.

Not the way you think.
Oh?

I strip you naked,
you wouldn't care.

No, I want you
to give me something

I think you have never
given to another man.

And what is that?
The truth.

I ask you a question,
you change the subject.

Your name, your age,
where you come from--

There's not
that much to tell.

I was an orphan.

I think for you to tell me
who you really are

is the same as that girl
taking her clothes off.

Now, if I win...

You tell me the truth
about anything I ask.

And I mean the truth,
no matter how embarrassing.

I don't embarrass.

Bet that's why
they call you Modesty.

Am I right?

Did I guess right?

10 chips apiece.

Bet however you want.

Whoever has the most chips
left after... 3 spins?

3 spins wins the round.

I win one round,
you tell me a secret.

You win 2 rounds in a row,
one of your friends go free.

You win one,
but I have to win 2?

2 in a row.

That puts the odds
always in your favor.

Oh, well,
it's only fair.

Your stories
could be boring.

Fine. We'll play.
Place your bet.

No, no, no.
No funny business.

No magnetic wheels,
weighted balls.

You spin the wheel,
then I place my bet.

I know about
these things.

4 black.

29 black.

33 black.

Well, well, well, well.

Where do we begin?

How did you come by
your name "Modesty"?

That's a long story.

Well, you start
at the beginning.

What do you want from me?
I want the truth.

You want to free
your friends or not?

Where were you born?

Somewhere in
the Balkans, I think.

Where?

I don't know. There was
a war going on at the time.

There's always a war
going on in the Balkans.

So they put you
in an orphanage?

Well, if they did,
I seem to have run away.

At some point,
I wound up in a refugee camp.

Attention!

Sir!

What are you doing?

Preparing
to have lunch, sir.

Well, hurry up!

Come on, old man!

What are
you doing? Let go!

Let go!

I said back off!

Ah!

No! Not my bag!

Leave him alone!

Ah!

Somebody
call the police!

Police!

Are you all right?

Thank you. Thank you.

Come on,
let's go, men! Hurry up!

Come on!

Stop!

Hurry!

Stop them! Stop them!
Keep going!

That tent
over there!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Where? Where? Where?

This way!

Through here!

Everybody out! Go!

Halt! Stop! Stop!

They have the jeep!

They're getting
away! Fire!

Fire!

He had no papers.
That was the government's game.

When refugees
crossed the border,

the army took away
their identity papers.

Of course,
then they said to us

that you can't leave the camp
without the papers.

So you needed baksheesh.

To bribe
the guards, yes.

But I didn't have any money,
and Lob certainly didn't.

That's the old man?

Yes.

No. No.
What's wrong?

Out of fuel.

Screwdriver, pliers,
we keep.

Flashlight.

And I found these.

We need every match
to make fires.

It becomes freezing in
the mountains at night.

I can make fire
without matches.

Besides, cigarettes
are bad for you.

So you don't
want this, then?

This we keep.

Ah.

Heh. Gets
lighter as we go.

I thought you're sick.

I'm out of my cage.

Very foolish...

Going off with an old man
you know nothing about.

He could have
been anything.

A criminal--

Ha ha! Oh, and you have
deep moral objections

to associating with
criminals, is that it?

No, but you were
just a little girl.

I was never
a little girl.

My joining forces with Lob

was easily the best decision
I ever made in my life.

Put this on.
Why?

Just put it on,
little miss Modesty.

Please.

From that day on,
he called me Modesty.

So, what's in your bag?

What did
those thieves want?

Money. Thieves
always want money.

But you have no money.

They didn't know that.

Gold? Jewels?

More precious than that.

Can I see?

They nearly killed you.
These are not worth dying for.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Let's talk about it
in the morning, huh?

13 black.

So, what happened next?

That was 3 spins. I won.

What? No, I count only 2.
You keep talking.

Honor your bet.

It was 3.

Who asked you, huh?

Shut up!

I won.

Do I get to collect?

Well, you choose.
Quickly.

Ishua, but you have
to give me one more.

No, we had a deal.

You win, one of your
friends go free. One!

You changed the rules
when you shot Ishua.

What rules?

If he doesn't get to
a hospital, he won't make it.

Are you gonna
take him there?

Okay.

You get one in advance.

Your next win, you
already have your prize.

Fine. That's fair.

Irina, this is too rough
a world for you.

Go back to where you came from
and don't look back.

You're wrong about me.
Choose someone else.

But you can take Ishua
to the hospital with you.

Believe me, take the exit
while it's on offer.

Olivette can do it.

Fine. Have it your way.
Olivette?

I will take Ishua
straight to the hospital.

If you breathe one word
about this to anyone,

we will all be killed,
you understand that?

Oui, Modesty.

Go.

Ah.

10 chips.

So, where were we?

Wandering through turkey.

The professor and I--

Professor?

Lob was once a history
professor in Zagreb.

Until, unfortunately,

he committed a major crime
against the state.

What was his crime?

Telling the truth.

He was sentenced to
40 years in prison.

He escaped by killing
2 of the guards.

So, of course, then he was
wanted for murder as well.

He did what he had to do.

Anyway, this one day...

I was sneaking my way through
one of his precious books.

The drawings seemed
to be telling a story...

but I couldn't make out
what the story was.

You know...

there are words that go
with those pictures.

Would you like me
to teach you to read?

Why?

It would be my way
of paying you back

for saving my life.

If you want to pay me back,
I'll take gold.

Who is this?

That is Merlin,

the greatest wizard
who ever lived.

He was
King Arthur's teacher.

Why would a king
need a teacher?

Oh, everyone
needs a teacher.

Someday, you will
have many things

to teach to someone else.

Merlin taught
Arthur how to be

one of the greatest
kings who ever lived.

He taught him
poetry and war...

and about justice.

I know everything
I need to know.

Now it is my turn
to ask you a question.

What did Louche
do to you

to cause you to do
something like this?

None of your business.

Our lives are
in your hands.

Doesn't that make it
my business?

Your dear
Monsieur Louche...

sold my father defective
rifles in an arms deal.

I thought you said
you were an orphan.

How do you think
I became one?

If those rifles had done
what they were supposed to do,

my father and 6 of
his top lieutenants

would've been
alive today.

Instead, I had
to bury my father.

A boy of 11,
and I had to bury him.

And you've been waiting
all this time for your revenge?

No, I waited until
I knew I could not fail.

You see?
I have not failed.

Louche is dead.

Now, I ask
the questions here.

So, this is when
you left the professor.

No. He began
to teach me.

That's how he made his living,

traveling from
village to village,

teaching children to read.

But to me,
the words on the page

might as well
have been hieroglyphics.

I felt stupid because
I couldn't crack the code,

but he wouldn't give up,

and gradually,
the words began to make sense.

He had wandered from India
to Morocco for nearly 30 years.

He knew seven languages,

he understood history
and science and poetry.

And this man
who knew everything

told me I was special.

No one had ever
told me that before.

I didn't tell you
to stop.

So, your professor
taught you. Go on.

There's not
that much to tell.

I grew up. Lob was
like a father to me.

He taught me, scolded me.

He scolded you.

I would have liked
to have seen that.

So, what have
you got there?

Where did you get that?
I found it.

You found it? Where?

I found it
around my neck.

After I stole it.

You stole it?

Were the people
you robbed rich?

No.

You must give it back.

No! I've never had
anything this pretty.

If I stole from a rich person,
would you be so upset?

That's not the point.
There is a line.

What line?

A poor woman
is crying right now

Because the only
beautiful thing

she will ever own
has been taken from her.

It is a cruel thing
to cause pain to a woman

who has already known
a lifetime of pain.

If you do not
return it...

I will leave you.

How will I know
where the line is?

You'll spend
the rest of your life

answering that question.

I'll take it back.

And did you take
the necklace back?

Of course I did.

You did what
he told you to do.

I find that
hard to believe.

He taught you
not to steal,

and yet you end up working
for a bandit like Louche?

What I do
is not stealing.

Oh, wait.
Please don't tell me.

This is an honest casino

and you would never,
ever cheat a customer.

No one who didn't
deserve it.

Spin the wheel.

And keep both hands on
the table if you don't mind.

He picked up
ancient secrets of self-defense

from the Far East.

The old man
taught you how to fight?

What I called fighting,
he called laziness.

I learned why even
the great masters of Chin Na

will practice the same
basic movements for a lifetime,

just the way
a great concert pianist

never stops practicing
his scales.

Eventually, the movements become
so much a part of you,

you don't even
think about them.

Lob taught me that there is
more to shooting an arrow

than just hitting
the target.

It's about training your mind
to focus on the task at hand

and not let anything
distract you from your goal.

As we traveled
country to country,

Lob and I spoke
a different language every day.

Each week,
I had to write an essay

on what I had learned
the week before.

This was his way of getting me
to think about the future,

to walk through doors

I might otherwise
be afraid to go through.

28 black.

We could do it.

We could do it when
they're not watching.

Hmm.

No.

Garcia should be here
at any moment.

Why don't you just let
the rest of them go, yeah?

I'll let them go when
you win 2 in a row.

I'll let you know
when I'm bored.

Lob was happy

trampling from one place
to another.

But he was finally willing
to settle down for me.

It's like
that roulette ball.

It can bounce around
for only so long.

Eventually,
it has to land someplace.

So, where
will we live?

In Tangiers.

Wherever we can
afford the rent.

Rent?
Of course.

You have to pay
the landlord.

But what about papers?

We don't have
any identity papers.

Papers you can get.

Find the right people,

pay them the right amount.

You will need a name.

But I have a name.

Modesty.

A last name.

Why?

To write on the papers

in the blank space where
it says "last name."

I will use yours.

People will think
I am your daughter.

That would be all right,
wouldn't it?

That would make me
very proud.

But you should choose
your own name.

The name that says
who you are, and...

who you want to be.

I can't think of a name.

You have time.

It'll be some months
before we get there.

You will think of it...

dream about it...

and when we get to Tangiers,
you will tell me your new name.

Modesty...

Modesty... Blaise.

It came from
the King Arthur stories.

Blaise was Merlin's tutor,
as Lob had been mine.

What did he say
when you told him?

He never got to hear it.

We were crossing Algeria
during the troubles.

We were headed to Tangiers.

We were in a small village.

The government thought
the villagers

were shielding rebels.

There was a mortar attack.

Government tanks descended
upon the village.

He was killed?

One minute,
he was next to me...

And you
never found him?

Hidden somewhere
out in the desert

there is a mass grave
with over 30 bodies in it.

There is a part of me
buried there as well.

I believe we are
more alike than I thought.

Your father, Lob...

both killed
in accidents of war.

No accident.
I know who's to blame.

The Louche I knew would
not sell defective guns.

Of course you would
say that, wouldn't you?

Your charming monsieur treats
a girl like you so very well.

It's not what you think.

Oh, come on.
Look at you.

You're with a man
3 times your age.

What am I supposed
to think?

You're supposed to think
I was in a new country

with no papers,
no money, no friends.

And I had just lost
the one person

who had ever meant
anything to me.

I was back to hunting
for food in the hills.

Only this time...

the hills were the buildings
of a great city.

The line Lob taught me about...

I couldn't see it
clearly anymore.

I had accumulated
all this knowledge,

but it was useless.

And I didn't care.

What I needed right then
was to feed my stomach.

Nicely done.

Excuse me, sir.
Let me go!

Normally,
I wouldn't care.

but the wallet
you just stole,

it belongs to
a customer of mine.

A good customer.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Of course you don't.

You see, here's
the way it works.

If my good customer
doesn't have his wallet,

he doesn't have his money.
If he doesn't have his money,

he can't spend it
in my establishment.

So, you see,
you steal from him,

You steal from me.

Where did you
come from?

The desert.

I'm going
to let you go.

Don't run away.

Don't worry.
I won't call the police,

and I won't take
the wallet.

Are you hungry?

Come, have
something to eat.

Mm. Some lunch for
my young friend.

Oui, monsieur.

So, why were you
in the desert?

I was... Traveling.

Traveling?
Across the Sahara?

Hmm. I see.

Yes.

So you know how
to survive the desert.

And you hooked
old Pierre's wallet

as prettily as I've
seen in a long time.

What else do you
know how to do?

I know how to read,

I know how to write
in English, French,

Arabic, Italian,
Berber, and Croatian.

I can speak Greek,
but not read it yet.

I know how
to steal a car.

Mmm.

I can fight
with my hands,

With a gun, with a knife.

I know how to set a table
for a formal dinner.

I can pick locks--
some kinds, not all yet.

I can swim. I can hold
my breath for 6 minutes.

Do you want a job?

A what?

31 black.

17.

Your move. Come on.
Let's go.

18.

I won.

Oh, no, no, no.

A tie.

So, what do we do
when we tie?

We go again, I suppose.
No.

Ah. Uh-huh.

See?

Do I get my prize?

But you already
got your prize.

Where's the girl
in red? Eh?

Hey?

She went in
the last round.

You--

You, find her.
Move! Come on!

You, keep them here.

They breathe too loud,
you shoot them.

I had nothing
to do with it!

Ah!

Nice try.

Come on.
Let's go.

Get up!

No! No!

I'm sorry.

I've been nice to you,
letting your friends go.

All the time you're
plotting... Plotting!

I didn't know
she was going to run.

Your Garcia was supposed
to be here half an hour ago.

He's not coming.

He is. I swear.

No, I'll save you
for last.

Stop.

I know the combination.

I can get you
into the vault.

Go on.

Garcia's not coming.
You're right.

When I talked to him,

I told him
what was happening.

You told him nothing.
I was listening.

It was in code.

We have a code to use
when we're in trouble.

He was supposed to go
and round up Louche's men

and come and rescue us.

The game? I was just
playing for time.

I suppose now you're
going to tell me

he has the casino surrounded.

Isn't it obvious?
He sold out on us.

Louche was dead.

He probably thought
he was next on the list.

Hmm.

Does that surprise you?

Yes.

You're afraid.

You weren't afraid
before, but...

You're afraid now.

If you'll let
everybody go,

I will get you
into the vault.

No.

No more games.

You go upstairs,
you open the vault.

Forget about your friends.

If I want to kill them,
I'll kill them.

If I want to let them live,
I'll let them live.

You're the boss.

Huh?
You're the boss.

I didn't quite get that.

You're the boss!

Yeah, at last
we understand each other.

So you knew this password
all along, huh?

No, no, I didn't.
Not until Garcia told me.

Hmm. Your secret code.

Yes.

Garcia said he was
12 miles from nowhere.

The truth was, he was meeting
his girlfriend in Tangiers.

Then he said the investors
were coming from Stockholm.

And they'd be here
in under 3 hours.

So, 3.

No, 180 minutes.

Got it.

Open it.

Where's
the light switch?

I don't know.
I've never been in the vault.

What's the matter?

You tell me.

All your stories
about traps and plans...

Do you want me
to go in first?

I understand.
Some little boys

never get over
their fear of the dark.

Hey, there's
a tunnel here.

What?

Modesty.

Hold it.

Modesty!

Let's go.

Alone at last.

Just what I've been
waiting for.

Ah!

I surrender.

What was that?

I find myself
hard of hearing.

You're the boss.

Damn right!

No!

Some people think
luck will never leave them...

so they don't care
whom they hurt along the way.

As I said,

I save my luck
for when I need it.

In a strange way,
Louche did the same.

He built a secret way
out of the vault

to secure his escape
from enemies.

He never got to use it.
But Garcia did.

Garcia.

You're gonna be okay.
Thank you.

And in doing so,

all the luck Louche had tried
to save up for himself

was instead bequeathed
to the rest of us.

You should go
to the hospital.

I'll be fine.

I heal quickly.

I was really proud
of you today, Irina.

Danielle ran,
but you--

You stayed
with your friends.

Thank you.

Miss Modesty.

Yes, Stassi?

I listened,
we all listened

to the stories you told
the man today.

Yes?

Well, mademoiselle,

some of us were wondering
how much of it was true.

My name is Modesty.

Rafael.

I want double crews in here
to repair the damage.

I want to be open
tomorrow night.

Yes, Ms. Blaise.

And tell Louche's suppliers
the drug deal is cancelled.

Give them 20,000 dollars
and an apology.

They will come after us.

They'll find another
buyer soon enough.

We're not in that
business anymore, Rafa.

You understand?

As you please.

You're the boss.

Rafa...

Thank you.

You saved us all.

You call me...

...I come.

I'm sorry
about your father.

But we all come
from tough situations.

Lob taught me
that we always have choices

about what
we make of ourselves.

But we don't always know
where the choices will lead.

Yours closed a door for you...

but opened one for me.

Wish me luck.