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Hi, guys!

Hi, Marcel! Hey, buddy.

- Well, vacation time?
- What is this to you?

Are you going fishing?

Fishing? I'm not up to it.

Of course, he doesn't like fishing.

This idiot goes to Brittany.

I know Brittany!

One day - rain, the other - wind.

There's no rest or sunbathing.

You know, the sun is only by the sea.

Do you want to sunbathe - go there.

Him sunbathe... he's a walking skeleton.
It's shame to undress.

We once went to the seaside,
took two cars, things...

loaded all into the
trunk and hit the road...

Look here!

This was at Saint Jean de Luz.
Nice, huh?

Six hundred campers. Look.

All the modern comforts:
running water, restrooms.

These are the restrooms.
Like a hotel, I tell you.

After that we went to Biarritz
and then dashed down to Cassis.

Cassis... what a gem.
A real paradise!

We stayed there two days.
It was well worth it.

I covered a lot more ground that that,
and I did it by boat!

Where did you go by boat?

Greece.

Hey, guys, this man went to Greece.

- But you can afford it.
- It doesn't cost what you think.

The Greek islands, two weeks,
everything included!

Guess how much.

80,000 francs. You can pay
in two installments, if you want.

It is worth to take the risk.

You can leave at any time.
And then you say to yourself...

such a constructive vacation.

And today?

Today you knock on the door on
the eighth floor and you hear...

someone on the main floor saying:

"Come in"!

There's a new one.
Vacation now, pay later.

Around the world in a week,
then come back and scrimp to get by.

You going on vacation
or did you go already?

I take off whenever I like.
I don't punch a time clock.

Of course,
it's not all a bed of roses...

but that's the good part:
being your own boss.

You don't answer to anyone.
Total freedom! See you, boys.

Freedom on 60,000 francs a month?

That's not for me.

They couldn't have
torn down my place.

Ginette would have written me.

That's great. To think I bought it
on account of all the trees and gardens.

They used to call it Shady Grove.

Shady Grove turned into New York.

ANY NUMBER CAN WIN

Theophile Gautier street, please.

- Where's that?
- Here, in Sarcelles.

- Theophile Gautier?
- Yes.

It doesn't exist anymore.

Yes, it does. I live there.

Well, if you live there,
you should know where it is.

Right.

Based on the novel by John Trinian
"The Big Grab"

Could you tell me where is
Theophile Gautier street?

Former Theophile Gautier street.

Former?

Do you know?

Ask Public Works.

In the office of the architect.
Over there, to the left.

There are signs everywhere.

Thank you.

- Is that you?
- It's me.

It's a little messy.
I didn't expect you so soon.

It seemed like forever to me.

I'm sorry. I meant "so early."

They set you free at 7:00 a.m.
in France.

- You bought a TV?
- Yes.

Something to do after dinner.

What did you think?
I went out every night?

To Mimi Pinson's place, maybe?

Every time I thought
about cutting a rug...

I wondered if people still did that.

People will always dance.

It's the real hoofers
who've disappeared.

Anyway, have a seat.
Don't be so formal.

I just made some coffee.

It should still be hot.
You want some?

You bet I do.

Four sugars and a dash of milk.

That's the kind of thing
you think about in the joint.

A nice morning cup of coffee.

You focus on the little things.

Thanks.

Charles, are you angry with me?

About what?

Weren't you afraid I might cheat on you
while you were in?

You know, I don't think
it even crossed my mind.

- Does that strike you as funny?
- I was thinking about before.

Oh, that.

I've given you problems more than once
with my fits of jealousy.

But, deep down,
I've always trusted you.

Trust like that must mean
I'm getting on in years.

Why? You look just the same
as the day I left. Well, almost.

Tell me, how did people
around here take it?

Better than I expected.

One immediately stopped to greet me.

And those who had earlier good feelings
towards me...

don't greet me at all.

As if they thought that
you were just unlucky

Well, I'm gonna change...

and then you can toss these clothes...
I'm sick of 'em.

Don't worry. I know a retired guy
who's not superstitious.

Listen...

what is this in the closet?

Two new suits.
You ordered them myself.

Taylor brought them in just one day
after the arrest.

Charles, I forgot to tell you something.

I'm glad you're back.

We both forgot something.

I forgot to kiss you.

Listen, if you want to
have breakfast at noon...

then I have to go to the store.

What would you like?

Good fried omelet.

But today, I invite you.

Monsieur didn't like?

I liked, I liked it but you can take it.

Would you like a little meat?

No, thank you. Give me the bill.

Is something wrong? You hardly ate.
It's not like you.

I do not know what happened to me.
Is it head or stomach...

You know, over there, every evening
you think about freedom...

and all thoughts get here.

Weird head gets better digestion.

Stupid...

Yes...

You and your contradictions...

Always doing small things.

Five years of making slippers
and other small stuff in prison.

Probably wanted to put on silk shirt
and new shoes...

instead of prison uniforms.

Admit it... it is as
strange as it is funny.

Your remarks are not always fair.

I know, I'm a man with a delicate taste.

Lover of "Napoleon" brandy.

Take home a bottle.

I will not get arrested for it?

You have changed a lot.
Your wife, your chair...

your delicate taste and money.

By the way, I don't mind to talk
about your money...

If you do not mind...

it's not my money, but rather yours.
I left them for you.

Exactly. You left me about 10 million.

A lawyer cost me nearly 90
percent of this amount.

Your jewelry, your stocks - all here.

What have you lived on?

Before I met you I was working.

So I started to work again.

And you don't forget the old.

Fashion changes but hair remains hair.

And then...

I didn't want the
cops to snoop around...

what I live on.

I decided that when you will get released
you'll need the money.

Maybe even to start some small business.

Okay, let's go to bed.

I told them the house was mine.

You know how much they offered me
just to get rid of the whole thing?

Take a guess.

15 million francs.

15 million! You believe it?

- With the 9 million you have left...
- That makes 24 million.

- You know what I was thinking?
- No, but you're gonna tell me.

- The South.
- What south?

The coast, you know.

With 24 million, you can
buy a little place...

a hotel-and-restaurant kind of thing.

You know tourism now is really...

Yeah, you make enough dough
in three months...

to take the rest of the year off.

Don't believe it, Ginette.

You know how many suckers
lose their shirt in a business like that?

Don't you think it's at
least worth thinking about?

You're right.
We'll think about it.

I didn't hear you get up.

Can't you sleep?

It must have been the coffee.
I'm not used to it anymore.

- You mind if I stay?
- No. Why?

We could talk about
what I mentioned earlier...

about the business, you know?

Don't you think that could be the answer?

Of course, there'd be a part
for you to play, too.

- What part?
- You could be a bartender again.

You always said you enjoyed that.

- When I was 19, I enjoyed everything.
- That's what I mean.

If you want to have some freedom,
it means starting a business.

So you call running a hotel
and restaurant freedom, huh?

Let me tell you something:
I didn't do five years in the pen...

to come nickel-and-dime a living off
of middle class tourists.

While you're at it,
maybe I could do the cooking, too.

Slave away in a chef's hat.

You're exaggerating.
It would hardly be a sweatshop.

I'd be working 18 hours a day.
It's not for me.

You didn't think you'd buy the Hilton
with that kind of money, did you?

- I hadn't looked at it like that.
- Listen carefully.

While you've been thinking
about your little business...

I've been planning the biggest job
of my career.

No one's ever dared to pull off
something like this.

Please, you can't start that again...

What I have in mind makes
your little diner look pathetic.

The future for me is on the coast...
in Canberra.

Lots of money and everyone a stranger!
A decent place.

Canberra? Where is that?

Australia.

That's far away.

Far away from what?

From people who don't even
say hello anymore?

From people who look at us
as if we were freaks?

Believe me...

we 're going to live there
like respectable bourgeois.

The bourgeois with no money
is not presentable.

So I decided to have my last little gig.

Big jackpot Merabolyant.

I hear that, since we got married.

The first time was worth
three years in prison...

and the last time put
us apart for five years.

Yes... two setbacks in thirty years.
And you know why?

Attorney General explained it perfectly.

You really found someone to listen to.

Both times I was sentenced
because of someone else fault.

You wanted me to work by myself.

Now I see that you were right.
I have to work alone.

I carefully prepared whole plan in prison.

This time should work.

Listen, Charles...

I endured twenty years
because I was your wife.

What does it mean "was"?

In fact I stopped being wife
and become your accomplice.

I don't want to stay up all nights.

You always thought I was your orderly.

But I am not your orderly, that's all.

For adventure is needed youth and health.

I have no more strength...
These investigations, interrogations...

sleepless nights.

Enough already of these childish games?

What are you afraid of?

That you're going to play a fool again.

Charles, you're know very well...

if they lock you up again,
it's gonna be for good...

and the thought of you spending
the rest of your life behind bars...

If you don't mind,
I'd rather change the subject.

Fine.

I don't know if this is
changing the subject...

but some guy named Mario
keeps calling for you.

Here's his address.

"The Bluebird Spa."

What's this nonsense?

A steam bath, massage,
oxygen treatment and robe.

34 francs.

A massage for the gentleman.

Isn't Georgette available?

She'll be free when you're finished
in the steam room.

Take the gentlemen to number six,
and let Georgette know.

I'd like a double room
and four towels.

That's two baths and four towels.

12 francs. Thank you.

You'll have to wait
a few minutes today.

The double rooms are really in demand.

That way.

Good day.

I have an appointment with Mario.

Down the stairs, on the left.

- Alfred!
- Yes?

Show the gentleman to the apartment.

If you would follow me.

Come in.

Now, here's a real surprise.

You're finally back!

I wondered
if they would ever let you out.

- When did you get out?
- Yesterday.

How nice of you to come see me
so quickly.

How are you doing?
Looks like you even put on weight.

- It's the inactivity.
- I never touch 'em anymore.

That stuff's off limits for me.

Booze too.

- I've been reduced to this!
- What's wrong with you?

Everything.

High blood pressure, a million
screwed-up red blood cells...

and congested lungs
that do nothing but bother me.

You have some luck, huh?

It hit me the day after I got out.

You may not believe it,
but one day I couldn't even get up.

Do you know where they put
the reservations?

In the top drawer.

You don't know my friend Charles,
do you?

Now I do.

- She's a real charmer.
- Don't mind her.

I was lucky to find her
when I got out of the slammer.

She's the one who put my money
into this business.

Smart move.

Speaking of business,
let's get down to the matter at hand.

I was just going to bring it up.

You're gonna be surprised.

Take a look at this.

I found the only way in.

See how it comes down this way?

It stops right above the cage.

How did you get it?

Don't worry.
Whoever got me that plan...

will not remember it.

Silly crashed in car accident
on the freeway number 7.

What are you talking about?

Charles shows me the plan of the house...

which he just built near Cannes.

Discussing new home, madam.

Don't fool me.

He is retired.

There's nothing more to say!

Are you retired?

- I would love to...
- Okay.

With what you've shown me,
it looks like a sure thing.

- A real pushover.
- I think so.

But you're going to have to do the pushing
without me.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I'm throwing in the towel.

Are you crazy? The dough's just sitting
there. We just have to grab it.

I know, I know.

But I can't afford to get
back into this business.

Doctors was categorical... if I again
begin to climb God knows where...

it's death sentence.

Even the President of the Republic can't do
anything for me.

Hey, Charles...

did you see the central cemetery
in Poissy, in the Pont Nouveau.

There are so many graves,
and it's getting bigger.

You should also to think about it.

Okay, listen.

Whatever. If you want the entire
life hardly make ends meet...

it's your business.

I'm doing this, because it's immoral
to lose big money.

My legs just aren't up to it.

You just gotta excuse me.

If there was a screw up,
I couldn't run 50 feet.

I'd be a real drag to carry.

But you can't do this job alone.

You're gonna need a partner.
Someone dependable.

I think I know young man.

I hope to find him at the old place.

Francis!

Answer when I call you!

Answer what?

I don't like your bad habit of staying
cooped up in your room!

Why? Is there something to see?

You're right.
Let's show our guests around.

The neighborhood certainly
rates three stars.

A breathtaking panorama.

- A magnificent view.
- Are you quite done?

Well, we're talking.
That's why you came, right?

That's your game, talking.

Yesterday, it was smoking.
Interesting.

"Francis, you smoke too much.
Smoking causes cancer.

You'll end up
like your cousin Alphonse."

Who got blown up in the war.

He still had lung cancer.

And you'll get it too.

You've always said
I'll die on the guillotine.

What'll it be?
Microbes or the ax?

That's enough, Francis!

I came to talk
about a serious matter.

Okay? Give me the money.

That's it? I have already given.

With one month delay.

Your father thinks it's strange we're
still providing for you at 27 years old.

Don't you?

You're the wardens.
Just tell me what you want.

How would you like me to pay?
Monthly? Weekly?

Shall I pay in affection?

We'd like to see you get a job...

and live a normal life
for a young man your age.

As if you would know
what that would be, right?

I was just thinking about that
when you came in.

I've been offered a job
in a gas station.

The pump attendant is a pal.

- He's not the first.
- Could you just shut up?

Last time you spoke with an attendant,
you had a gun in your hand.

We can't forget about that.

Two years in the pen!
I'm caught up, aren't I?

Are you going to rub that in
the rest of my life?

It's called a "youthful indiscretion."
Can't you leave it at that?

You'll end up killing your father
and me... with grief!

At least they'll never find
the murder weapon!

Are you mad at me?

Shouldn't I be angry at you?
I don't care.

If you were just a little nicer.

You could help me a little.

Is that all you need?

I thought about Louis.

He is now three weeks in the studio,
even on Sundays doesn't comes out.

Your sister wants to act in Mogador's play.

Looks like it's all.

Someone has to look after the child.

Not all day, just till one o'clock.

Could you?

Hey, Mom... lend me 100 francs.

When I meet my future boss...

I have to treat him.

I'm telling you, this
is a way to get a job.

Here.

1000 francs. Try to do well.

- Listen!
- What?

As for the baby, do you agree?

No.

Tell my sister to hire a nanny.

Are you glad that made me a fool?
Be proud of yourself!

Buy yourself those records
and damn cigarettes!

Go on, run!

Louis!

Aren't you ashamed,
pounding on that old car like that?

Don't even talk to me about it.
This thing lives here!

I dream about it at night...
I wake up screaming.

They smash it up regularly...
once a week.

I've repainted it every color:
green, yellow, black, red.

And they insist it's always
the other driver's fault.

Things okay by you?

They would be, it if weren't
for your mother-in-law.

She's becoming unbearable.

Have you heard her latest idea?

I should take care of your kid
while you go to Mogador. Nice, huh?

Sounds good to me.

You'll have to wear
the uniform and everything.

A nanny is a nanny. It's enough
you're not even English.

Anyway, getting back to Mogador...

some people are
really wild about it.

Personally, I'm not crazy about it,
you know.

Rio, Rio, Rio...

City of dreams...

As far as seeing the sights, I'm more
inclined to the nude revues myself:

the Follies, you know?
I like the visual.

What I'm saying is that
if you can't watch the kid...

it's not going to break my heart.

But I could use the job.

There's something else I could use, too.

Could you lend me five bills?

Four?

Two, and not one more.

You wouldn't believe
what a run of bad luck I've been having.

Taxes, licenses, permits...

not to mention family allowances...

and three clients who took off
on vacation before paying the bill.

Don't worry.
I plan to pay it all back soon.

I intend to look for a job.

To look for one, or to find one?

I'm not joking. Seriously.

Mind you, it's not a bad idea...

and I don't mean to discourage you...

but work is best begun
when you're young.

If you start as a kid, it's like
being born with an illness:

You don't know the difference.

Look, it's good you're going to try.

After all, you gotta try everything once.

And if it's bad for my health,
I can always quit!

- How you doing?
- How are you, Francis?

- Hello, Francis.
- Hello.

- You want a drink?
- No, thank you.

Let me have a pack with filters.

Francis, some guy called for you
a couple of times.

A guy named Charles.

He should be calling back.
Are you here or not?

You better believe I'm here!

I knew you'd put that one on.

I thought about it right when you did.

Don't you think that means something?

Having the same thought
at the same time?

I like you, Marcelle, but what can you
know about such things?

Just drop it.

Why do you treat me like that?

Have I ever done something bad to you?

You know what I say?

Once you come here, means
you are miserable.

Don't you trust me?

Are you afraid of something.

Hello?

Yes.

Take it downstairs.

- What a pleasure!
- We'll exchange pleasantries later.

Are you free?

Meet me at the Olympic Billiard Club.
You know the place?

Good. You got any photo IDs?

Bring five or six of 'em.

Yeah, I'll explain it all later.
Just hurry up.

I'd prefer one in a tie,
but this will have to do.

Speaking of clothes,
you're gonna have to dress up.

That's no problem.
I know a great tailor.

If it's all the same to you,
we'll let my tailor handle the threads.

All right.

You know, you're dressed up
like a banker.

The ones I see, anyway.

Well, we're going to dress you
in the "young squire" look.

I'll get you your identity papers.

Listen, Charles...

you're putting me on a job, right?

You got any objections?

You're not afraid you might be
traveling a little light?

We were cell mates for a year,
but you're still taking a risk.

You could be making
a mistake with me.

I'm not even sure
I can pull my weight.

I'm sure.
A bum would have said yes right away.

A bum always says yes
to anyone at any price.

Listen, is your sister's husband
always working at the garage?

Yeah. Why?

I'll need a driver for exactly two weeks...

and I don't want some gung ho oddball.

I need a good, honest driver.

Louis is so straight it's not funny.
He's almost abnormal.

I mean, he's never even
gotten a parking ticket.

You want me to run it by him?

Okay. Get in touch with him right away.

Tell him we're talking
about a two-week deal.

If he's interested, I'll go see him,
but then and only then.

Above all, don't use any last names.
Just give him my first.

Here's to our success.

Where's this job of yours
supposed to take place?

On the coast.

How big's the take?

A lot of dough.
About a billion francs.

Hi, Francis.

Yeah, I'm alone. Yvette's at the show,
and the kid's asleep upstairs.

Twenty minutes? Sure, come on
over whenever. I'll be here.

Does he know where the place is?
Okay. See you soon.

What do you want?

- Can I help you?
- Louis? Audin?

Yes.

Detective division.

Go on and close up.
What I have to say to you is private.

Are you alone?

How is that your concern?
You looking for a job?

Would you prefer we have our little talk
down at the station?

A little talk about what?

Your family.

- You're married, you have one kid.
- Yeah.

Your sister has a brother.

Francis Verlot. Two years in prison,
just got out three months ago. Right?

Right. So what?

That depends on what you say next.

What's this young hero up to now?

I think he's looking for a job.

Perhaps you'd do better
asking him yourself.

The sign outside says "mechanic"...

not "information bureau."

Well, it doesn't say "raided
by police" either...

but you never know.

Aiding and abetting a criminal...
it's against the law, you know.

Aiding and abetting how?

How? Listen very carefully.

First, your brother-in-law is going back
to his old ways, and you know it.

Second, there's a rumor
you're gonna be in on the job, too.

Third, a family friend is involved,
a certain Charles...

whose rap sheet makes your friend's
look like a "good citizenship" award.

I'm too much of a family man to ask you
to squeal on your brother-in-law.

Just tell me about this Charles,
and I'll forget about the rest.

What do you say?

The law wouldn't look kindly
on what I have to say to you.

You're a family man?
I'm a man of the law.

To each his own.

But no one's ever gone to prison
for helping a friend out.

And I can help you out
with a little piece of advice, too.

I should go to hell, right?

That's right.

All right, listen.
This Charles guy is me.

I wanted to find out
what you were made of.

You starting that again?
I don't know any Charles or Pierre or Paul.

The only Charles I know
of rules the country...

and he asks the questions,
he doesn't answer them.

- Can't you see it's closed?
- It's me. Don't be an ass.

Open up.

You're here already?
I thought I was early.

- Did you make a new friend?
- You bet.

We even exchanged a few recipes.

All right. Your new name
is Francis Grandchamp.

A good, solid French name.
Here are your papers.

Your identification, driver's license...

ID from the racetrack and passport.

I kept your first name
so you wouldn't get too screwed up.

I'd have preferred Hubert or Gontrand.

?ow you just have to learn
your ancestors' name.

Fine old family from Poitiers.

- I'd have preferred I. Touraine.
- Cut the jokes.

And take off the cheap jewelry.
It looks bad.

And as for you, here's the story.

You give us two weeks,
we give you a million francs.

Is that all right?

- How much?
- A million.

- And who do I have to kill?
- Nobody.

First, you find Francis a nice flashy car.

And you get me a respectable,
traditional car... something English.

- Will a Rolls do?
- Perfect.

All right. Whose name do I use to rent it?

Yours. I'm just the sucker
you're driving around on vacation.

Now let's you and I talk.

May I?

- You know the coast?
- I know Toulon.

This has nothing to do with Toulon.

Here's the place our little job involves.

Here's the ocean...

and the beach runs all along here.

The Majestic Hotel is at one end.

That's where I'll be staying.

At the other end is the Marly Hotel.

Across the boulevard is the "Palm Beach",
the casino.

- Follow me?
- Yeah.

You'll arrive a week before me.

You'll need that time
to take care of things.

I was hoping you'd get around to my part.

I'm getting to it.

Perhaps you've heard of
the casino at Cannes.

There's a nightclub in the casino.

The first week, your only job...

is to get a permanent backstage pass.

- Any ideas on just how to do that?
- No. That's your job.

Make friends with the electrician,
shack up with the lead dancer...

I don't care. What's absolutely crucial...

is that you have access to the catwalk
when the moment arrives.

The whole thing hinges on that.

I'll have a room reserved
in your name at the Marly Hotel.

Michelin rates it first-class.

Wine cellars, five forks at dinner,
chocolates on the pillow.

What Michelin doesn't point out is...

it's right across from the Palm Beach.

When you get to the hotel,
don't go unpacking your bags.

That's the bellhop's job.
Give him a tip.

You don't tip the guy
who shows you your room.

Instead, say the bathroom smells bad,
the room's too small...

you don't like this or that color.

The important thing is to fuss.
It's called "having class."

Your room looks out over the casino,
as you requested.

The bathroom is this way.

It's a little stuffy, don't you think?

All our bathrooms
are identical to this one...

and, I assure you,
we've never had a complaint,

It'll do.

Remember. Don't act
impressed with anything.

Don't get all excited about the ocean.
It's nothing new.

Same with the pool.
Don't get excited.

You've been swimming there
since you were two years old.

Buy a beach pass, and rent
a changing room for the entire season.

Throw some big tips around.

I need you to be on good
terms with the staff.

Thank you very much.

Here is your key...

and your ticket.

Make yourself at home.

The window looks out right on the pool.

That will be our emergency entrance.

But what's most important
is the plumbing inspection trap.

Make sure it's not locked.
If it is, open it.

It's going to be our safe.

What would the gentleman like?

- What would you like, sir?
- A whiskey, to start with.

Then I want to know who's who.
I don't want to commit a faux pas.

Don't you think it's a good idea
to learn the lay of the land?

We've got a lot of land here, sir.
That could take quite a while.

I'm in no hurry.

Maybe we should start
with the ladies.

I have no objections.

If it's an emergency,
the one in the checked swimsuit.

A Polish countess.

Emil, please bring me an
orange juice by the pool.

Very well, Countess.

All fake.

30,000... but it's negotiable.

With or without dinner, as you wish.

I've heard great things about her
from rather difficult customers.

Okay. Next?

- On your right. The blonde...
- Not interested.

A little to the left.
The one in the middle.

Georgina. A former Miss...
I can't remember what.

The word is she's either very enchanting...
or really nasty.

All depends on what you're looking for.

What about the tall blonde coming our way?

Divorced three years ago.
The family was in rubber in Cameroon.

She's very, very, very nice.

Unfortunately, she's a competitor.

Those are our young ballerinas.

The "Palm Beach Ballet."

The "Ten Beauties Beach."

A very good troupe.

But for what monsieur is interested in...

I don't think he'll have much luck.

The short one on the left is on the job.

Works at Pirman Laboratories.
Specializes in pharmaceuticals.

Very, very serious.

The blonde on the right... maybe.

But you may not get
anywhere for a long time.

She has already turned
down a Texas oilman...

and Arnold, the polo player,
who locals say is irresistible.

Really took it badly.
Him, I mean.

That doesn't matter.
Bring me over four scotch.

At monsieur's age,
you can get away with anything.

Put it on my tab:
Francis Grandchamp.

Do you speak French?

No? This isn't gonna be easy.

Asshole.

"Put it on my tab: Francis Grandchamp."

Did you hear that?
I've never seen worse manners.

No, but I've seen worse-looking guys.

Let's take it from the bridge
before Brigitte's entrance.

Thank you, ladies.
Rehearsal tomorrow at 2:30.

How does it look now?

You've rehearsed for eight days,
but I don't see much change.

You're not very encouraging. Wait here.
I'll be out in five minutes.

Of course I'll wait.

- Hello, Mr. Grandchamp.
- Hello.

- I reserved a suite.
- What's the name, please?

Philippe Donadieu.

Very good.
Rooms 147, 148 and 149.

A large bedroom, a sitting room,
and an adjoining room for your valet.

- Thank you.
- Show the gentleman to 147.

Call the Marly Hotel for me.
I'll take it in my room.

Mr. Grandchamp, that's not necessary.

Buy yourself some chocolates.
It's my pleasure.

The Swedish girl's boyfriend.
For a young man, he's got class.

That's rare these days.

Couldn't we eat somewhere besides
a resto tonight?

- Can't you say "restaurant"?
- Fine. Restaurant.

Aren't you tired of restaurants?

As long as I'm with you, anywhere's fine.

Same for me, of course.

But it might be nice to be alone...
just the two of us.

I wanted to give you a little surprise.

Mind you, I don't know if you'll like it.

I had them prepare dinner for us.

- At your hotel?
- Of course.

In your room?

- What are you laughing about?
- You said you had a surprise.

And that's not a surprise?

What surprises me is that you didn't
suggest it earlier in the week.

It must be because I love you.

So tonight you don't love me anymore?

Of course I do.
What do you think?

Listen, sweetheart.
Let's have a serious talk.

For almost a week now, I've had dinner
with you and breakfast by myself.

The nights are long for me, that's all.

Kiss me.

Are you ever nice?

Francis, you're not going
to sulk all night, are you?

Come on. I have to be back by 1:00 a.m.
I'm expecting a call from Geneva.

- Mr. Nilson again?
- Yes.

He called yesterday too. Does the idiot
spend every night on the phone?

So you had a roll in the
hay with the joker...

You know I hate it when you talk like that.

First, we didn't "roll in the hay."
Second, Olaf is not a "joker."

Maybe he's not a joker.
But I'm not a sucker either.

Be quiet!

I'm sick and tired of running
Miss Priss all around...

buying her grilled lobster and
dropping her off at midnight sharp.

- Take me home right now!
- I'm not your chauffeur!

Take me home.
I don't want to hear another word.

Well, get your ass in gear.
No one's stopping you from hoofing it.

Please convey my respects to Mr.Nilson
when you have him on the line.

I certainly will.

Now I know the difference
between a gentleman and a bum.

Good! That way you'll know
who you're going out with.

And don't bother hitchhiking.
Only the bums stop.

I'd have to be completely out of luck
to run across a bum like you.

Since we're exchanging intimacies here,
let me say...

if I gave a street lamp a shake,
50 sluts like you would come falling down.

Would you call me a taxi, please?

Certainly, madam.

It will be a few minutes,
if madam would care to wait inside.

No, thank you.

What do you want now?
Haven't you said enough?

Go away.

I said go away.
You have nothing more to say to me.

Yes, I have to tell you...

I gave a street lamp a shake,
and no one fell down.

Would you like to have dinner?

Service is very quick here.
You could be home by 1:00.

You see, deep down I'm really an idiot.

I go out with a girl, hoping
it'll turn into something serious.

I get ideas.

I'm probably just an
amusing interlude for you.

Anyway, maybe it's better that way.

All right. Let's go find
somewhere to have some fun.

- As you wish, darling.
- I'll drive.

No, that's the windshield wiper.

The key on the left.
Turn it to the right.

There you go.

- Where are you taking me?
- It's a surprise.

Close your eyes, and don't open them
until I tell you to.

You're cheating!

Close your eyes.

Now, turn your head to the right.

Open your eyes.

If the gentleman would kindly
step out of the car.

47.

You have messages, sir.

"Charles called".

"Urgent... call Charles at Majestic Hotel".

"Call Charles... urgent."

- Bad news?
- No.

Were you so certain I would come?

No, I'd rather let it go to waste
than to be caught short.

Charming.

- I hope there's no grilled lobster.
- Let's not talk about that, okay?

Darling, I better let the hotel know,
in case I get the call from Geneva.

The hell with them.

- Aren't you going to answer?
- I told you, the hell with them.

It works both ways.

Did your girlfriend let you leave
or did she write you a note?

What's wrong?
Aren't things going okay?

It's going just fine.

Aren't you going to unpack your bag?

Bags are to unpack and pack again.

Speaking of which, go pack yours.
We're going home. I'm taking off.

I don't like phantom partners.

- Why "phantom"? I'm here, aren't I?
- What time is it?

Didn't I say not to leave the hotel
and to expect my call after 11:00?

But I didn't get your message until 4:00!

That's because you got in at 4:00!

That's what I didn't count on!

When you said you might be a loser,
I didn't believe you...

but now I see you were right.

I shouldn't have asked you
to go against your true calling:

swiping bicycles
and stealing from maids' rooms.

If you're done talking crap now,
may I say a word?

- It won't do any good.
- I'll say it anyway.

First off, if you didn't have
the reputation that you do...

you wouldn't have gotten to say half
of that... I'd have laid into you first!

- You don't say.
- I do say.

Second: You gave me a week
to gain access to backstage.

Well, I got it.

I come and go in the theater as I please.

I've hit on one of the dancer chicks...
a Swede.

You can't go to bed at 8:00 when
you're going out with one of those birds.

But now that you're here,
you can take the young lady out.

You can play the gentleman,
and I'll wait here by the phone.

And you'll hear from me
if you don't call! How's that?

Cut the speech.
You've got access backstage?

Like I was one of the dancers.

Good. Listen carefully now.
From now on, we keep on schedule.

One minute off may not
just mean 60 seconds.

It could mean years in the slammer.
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.

What are you doing?

I'm straightening up the bed.

Why don't you vacuum while you're at it?

You think I pay through the nose
so you can play maid?

I had some time on my hands.

I'll decide how to use your time.
We were just talking about that.

Now, as far as carrying out our plans,
I'm warning you...

don't take it on
yourselves to make changes.

That always leads to trouble.
I think you'll agree.

- Agreed.
- Good.

Now, listen carefully.
Every step is important.

Meeting tonight at the Palm Beach.

We'll check out the grounds.
That's all.

10,000, black.

While we're breaking in the tables...

you'll park the Rolls,
facing the building.

Around 1:00, the proprietor,
Mr. Grimp, will pull up...

with his two accountants,
as he does every Friday.

Louis will flash his lights three times
to let us know they've arrived.

At that point, I leave the tables
and head for the lounge.

You take off, too, but
you head for the bar.

Of course, we don't know each other.

Good evening, Mr. Grimp.

- How is the bank?
- The bank's in good shape.

But the action at the
tables is a little weak.

And, now, pay close attention.

Everything will take place exactly
the same way one week from now.

But on that day, we'll join in.

Casino security? This is Camille.
Tell me...

Yes, it's very hot, isn't it?

Listen, turn off the alarm
to the elevator and the blockhouse.

Thirty minutes, barring further notice.

And so the elevator
reaches its destination.

At that point, Mr. Grimp
and his entourage...

exit the car and head to the safe.

Because the combination
is twelve figures...

it will take them two or three minutes
to open it and get the dough out.

Believe me, there will be
a lot of dough in there.

What all the suckers have lost so far
this season... a nice bundle.

But here's the catch.

The door is armored...

and opens only from the inside.

Bodyguards watch the elevator upstairs.

Should it be left unguarded,
an alarm goes off...

that brings all the cops
running for miles around.

Moral of the story: You can't
get down into the blockhouse.

- So you're saying it can't be done.
- If it couldn't, we wouldn't be here.

There's only one way to get down there:

to go in with them.

You think they'll make room for us?

You won't be inside.

You'll be on top.

I see you've saved the best part for me.

When I was young enough to play that part,
I worked alone...

and I wasn't splitting
it with any suckers.

And just how do I get
on top of the elevator?

Here you go, straight from the builder
to the customer.

These were all swiped for us
by a guy named Mario.

He was really something in his prime,
by the way.

Next Friday, the gala closing.

The show ends at 11:30...

and by midnight nobody's left on stage
or in the wings... except you.

You climb up on the catwalk.

At the very top there's a trapdoor.

You open it and climb out onto the roof.

I hope you're not afraid of heights...

'cause one false step
and you'll fall 80 feet.

So be careful... you can't afford to fall.

When you get to the last crenel,
shine your flashlight three times.

That's the sign you're ready.

When we're ready, Louis will flash
his lights three times.

From there you hightail it
over to the ventilation duct...

slip inside, and follow it along.

It'll lead you right to the top
of the elevator shaft.

- All right. Are you on the elevator?
- Yeah, I'm there.

Good. You've made it.

You find them counting the money.

You line them up facing the wall.

You choose one of them
to open the armored door...

the one that opens only from the inside.

I'll be behind it.

Line them up facing the wall with what?

With this.

But be careful... don't get too eager.

It's just to scare them.

Not everyone is scared...

even by one of these.

What if the bodyguard kicks up a ruckus?

In a tense situation, if you speak
firmly with a gun in your fist...

nobody will answer back.

Statistics bear me out.

What is it?

- Your jacket, sir.
- Put it on the bed.

Listen, doll, there's three handkerchiefs
and a shimmy on the stool.

I want them cleaned up
spick-and-span for tomorrow night.

While you're at it, help yourself
to the 1,000 francs...

next to the picture of my fiancee.

"Doll" must mean chambermaid...

but what does "shimmy" mean?

It's part of my wardrobe,
and one of those words you hate.

So the big day has arrived.

- What's wrong? Are you nervous?
- You could say that.

Don't get worked up.
A gala is like any other day.

I'm sure you'll be fantastic.

I'm never fantastic.

I just hope I'm not too terrible.

- Listen, Francis...
- No!

You listen to me.

I have some news... serious news.

Normally, things would
go something like this:

final performance, farewell dinner,
the last roll in the hay...

and tomorrow you're on
a plane to Stockholm.

Well, forget about that.

You stay here a day or two to rest up...

then we return to Paris together.

- That's the "Francis Plan."
- Would you listen for a second?

I said no.

I've never told you,
but I really like you, you know?

- How about me?
- Of course. If not, I wouldn't be here.

So we finish up and take off.

Yes, we take off... but not together.

You should have told me earlier
what you just told me.

Look at me.

That other sucker called you again,
is that it?

I'm talking to you. Answer me!

He didn't have to call.
He's here.

Great. I'll find him and tell him...

No. Whatever you could tell him
wouldn't change a thing.

I wish I could have found
some other way to tell you this.

- I wish you could understand.
- Don't waste your breath. I'm not stupid.

It's all clear now. Your sucker's back.
Winter's approaching.

There's the smell of mink and otter
in the air.

Whores have always adored animals.

It's not hard to figure out.

They love memories too.

- You just ruined the only one I had left!
- The only one?

That proves you can be a
virgin in everything.

I wondered what part of you hadn't
been used yet... it's your memory.

If I had broken up with him,
would you really have wanted me?

You should have done it... then you'd see.

Now beat it. Clear out!

I'm sick of you. Take this...
maybe you can use it again!

What's up? Did I wake you?

No, I was in the bathroom.

Take a shower and cool off.

I just got showered good.

Good. My advice now is
to hit the sack until midnight.

Alone.

Keep your nerves under control.
You'll need them soon enough.

I hope so.

That's it.
Nothing left but to do it.

Everything okay?

I'm fine, but your brother-in-law
seems a little nervous.

- He's not the only one.
- Is there someone else, too?

Precisely. I've got something to tell you.

I'm listening.

It's about our job tonight. I've been
thinking about it since we arrived.

And what do you think?

I don't agree with it anymore.

It's a little late now to chicken out.

You're going, even if I
have to kick your ass,

You're wrong, Mr. Charles.
I'm not chickening out.

It must be what you call scruples.

Say that again.

I'll carry out what we agreed to...

but I don't want my part.

We're all a little nervous.
If you don't feel well, go lie down.

I feel just fine.

The catch is that if you have money,
you spend it.

That's what it's for.

And when I've spent it, I'll want
to make another bundle that easily.

Francis will suggest another job,
and a third...

and one day I'll end up in prison,
just like him.

That's why I prefer
not to touch your money.

So I won't develop a taste for it.

Shoes polished and delivered
to your door, neatly made beds...

I never had any of that before
and I did just fine.

Now it will seem odd to me when my wife...

serves the whole meal on one plate.

I won't understand why my kids
don't get into a good college.

Even my little run-about
car will seem strange.

I've gotten used to the Rolls.

Whether you take the money or not
is up to you.

Just one thing interests me: our agreement.

In two hours, I want to
see you in the ring.

Put it on my tab, Lucien.

Give me a whiskey... a double.

Pardon me, but I've misplaced
my lighter.

Misplaced or lost...
I'm not sure which.

I've lost four of them
since the season started.

I'm terribly confused. I lose everything,
or misplace it, or forget it.

- That one's very nice. What is it?
- A Dunhill.

Very nice brand.

They make one in solid gold.
Would it be that one?

Here I am talking to you
a mile a minute like a mad woman...

and we haven't even been introduced.

Countess Doublianoff.

Charmed.

The gala's about to begin.
You must have a table.

Bartender, a whisky for madam.

- How much do I owe you?
- 30 francs, sir.

We hardly know each other.
I don't know if I should accept it.

Don't waste your breath, sweetheart.
We're in the same line of work.

I must be getting old.

I can no longer tell a
gentleman from a pimp.

Champagne, please.

- Good evening, Mr. Grandchamp.
- Good evening, Mrs. Deruel.

Ladies, you just performed
for the last time...

the ballet I had the great
pleasure of arranging.

I'd like to congratulate you...

and express my gratitude
for the way in which...

you interpreted my choreography.

Now you'll all be leaving
for places all over the world.

So let me say once more...

What's he up to, for God's sake?

Flash them again.

I would like to thank you too, gentlemen.

Always at your service, sir.

Oh yeah, I forgot about decorations.

Don't leave them one on top of the other.

Well, we'll stack them very carefully.

Thank you.

To your good luck, dear.

How strange...
Just think, you now become Mrs.Nielson.

Well, yes.

Between us, your Francis is very sweet...

but the bed adventures
will not get you far.

The problem is that the second one
doesn't offer them at all.

However, with the other ones
it was a regular for him.

Don't tell me you're going to regret it,
as Francis says.

No...

I will not regret any of
that, as Francis says...

nor his manners.

Maybe a little bit of Francis?

There he is. Flash your lights.

- Good evening, Mr. Grimp.
- Good evening, madam.

- It's stifling tonight.
- Yes, an unusual end to the season.

Turn off the alarm to the
elevator and blockhouse.

Thirty minutes, barring further notice.
Thank you.

Mr. Grimp. If you please.

No, that can wait.

Nobody move.

Hands behind your head.

Everyone face the wall. Move!

You try to ring for the maid, pal,
and the party's over.

Don't do anything foolish, please.

Don't give this gentleman reason
to commit further stupidities.

You.

Open the door.

All right.

I'll count.

On three I'm gonna fire at random.

Leon, do as he tells you.

The key.

Come on!

I'm not gonna say it twice.

Push the door closed.

Hello? Casino security?

Hello. Police?

Gentlemen, be quiet.
Close the doors.

Hey, you... get up, quick.

What's going on?

Pack your bags and get a move on
to the train station.

Room 47 at the Marly Hotel.

Don't you trust me anymore?
Was it what I said yesterday?

Things are heating up.
It'll be hard for you to keep up.

There's sure to be a morning train.
Buy a second-class ticket.

It'll attract less attention,
and it's in keeping with your tastes.

- What's wrong?
- Meet me at the Palm Beach in 15 minutes.

What am I supposed to do there at
this hour? I can't go swimming.

We're in it up to our necks.
Don't argue. Get a move on.

- What's going on?
- Did the gala go well?

- Did you put on a real show?
- Have you gone crazy?

You call this going crazy?

UNPRECEDENTED HOLD UP
AT PALM BEACH

Daring Criminals? ab Billion Francs
During Closing Gala

Shit!

- That's really bad luck!
- Bad luck is working with a guy like you.

Everything was going great.

While the cops staked out
the train stations and airports...

we could have hung out here for a week
until it all blew over.

But you had to screw the whole thing up!

This photo's no big thing.

Life at hard labor is no big thing either.

In life there are no big things...
just fatalities.

There's a 50 percent chance the cops
nab you. I'm not taking that risk.

So what's the plan?

The plan is we get the
money out and take off.

I've got a hideout waiting,
but the trick is for me to get there.

- What about me? What do I do?
- Improvise. You're an expert.

I'll set your part aside.

You'll have it in a week if things go well,
twenty years if they don't.

Now, listen carefully.
I'm going to the poolside bar.

You go in, get the bags,
and bring them to my table.

And you do nothing else.
Understood?

Have you found anything, gentlemen?

Nothing much.
This woman just began her shift.

She was in bed at 2:00 in the morning.

What time do you lock
the dressing room doors at night?

- At seven.
- What time do they open in the morning?

At six.

Waiter.

- Coffee.
- Right away, sir.

Gentlemen, please.

What did you find up there?

They came this way for sure.

Look, they unscrewed the grill
on the ventilation shaft

Good. Bring all that down here.

One was more heavyset than the other,
and older too, no doubt.

- He's the one we hardly saw.
- And the other one?

The younger-looking one... what can I
tell you?...a tuxedo, a ski mask.

From his silhouette he appeared younger...

Is this yours, sir?

It's not much to go on, of course.

Have you ever been up against a wall
with a submachine gun in your back?

That's not my role, Mr. Grimp.

The only real clue we have
from your statement...

are the bags.

I think I can be a little
more exact in that regard.

Actually, the bags were the only things
I could really make out.

And notice that I said "make out."

You mentioned a pigskin bag.
Those are very common these days.

It was quite an elegant style.
Quite fancy.

- It had a kind of folded-down flap.
- Is that all?

Forgive me for pestering
you with these details...

but since they're the only
real evidence we have...

it's all I have to hang on to.

So, an elegant pigskin bag
with a folded-down flap.

There's one other small detail...

but I can't be as sure about it.

It seems to me there were
gussets on the side seams.

- What about the other bag?
- I'm not as certain about that one.

It seems to me it was a plain cloth
with leather accents.

I see. Would you be able
to recognize the bags?

I have no doubt of that.

I'm sure we'll find them...
but quite possibly empty.

If you're going to find anything,
I prefer you find the money.

The bags aren't mine.

- How much are you insured for?
- Approximately twice the amount.

But we had a very light season.

Hey, guys! Take a look at this!

- What's going on?
- Come look, I tell you!