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...cloud cover near the Belgian border.

In the south, a weather front arrived overnight,

and we expect it to stay there,

bringing heavy rain to the south west and storms along the coast,

accompanied by strong winds with gusts up to 110 km per hour.

Temperatures: six degrees in Brest, eight in Aurillac,

nine degrees in Paris...

WE R HERE

My stomach hurts. Fuck, my stomach hurts!

Wanted all over France,

the Croix de Chavaux gang were arrested last night at 11 o'clock...

What the hell? Tony, what's wrong with him?

At 11 o'clock last night,

the Organised Crime Squad arrested members of the Croix de Chavaux gang,

who police suspect were responsible for an armoured car robbery,

in Paris two months ago...

- Tony, do something! - Forget about Tony.

These arrests are the result of a year-long police investigation.

Captain, can you tell us any more about this case?

- Tell them to open the door. - Open the door!

What are you doing here? Get back under your duvet.

Tell them to open it!

Walk! Keep walking or I'll kill you.

Shit. It didn't go over.

- You can't throw. - Yes, I can.

What do you want?

Get away from me, Tony.

Look.

You have the gun, I have the bullets.

Back off!

Tony, take over.

Hey! Stay there.

Shut up.

Get the fuck away.

- I've got it! - What are you waiting for?

What are you doing? Step on it.

It's not a moped. Jesus!

He's firing at us.

Motherfucker.

TONY'S REVENGE

I told you we'd get you out. Didn't we tell you?

That was fucking insane.

I've never seen such a shit escape.

- Who is he? - He's going to give my bullets back.

I couldn't let some idiot keep a loaded gun in my cell.

Get a load of him.

Souvenir. It'll make you rich in five years.

Five years?

I'll be a star. You'll be glad you met me.

- Yeah, right! - You're crazy.

Why did you escape anyway? You had it easy in there.

Seriously, man, everyone in there respected him.

Even the screws. They guarded him... like a mummy!

You mean we freed the Mummy?

The Mummy! Awesome!

That's fucked up, man! The Mummy....

Don't spill it.

- Bravo. - Cheers.

Guys, I propose a toast,

to our informers, and in particular, for helping us get this gang,

to the Gypsy, who risked a lot.

To the Gypsy.

And to all of you.

- Chief, have a drink. - No, I've got bad news.

Crazy Tony has just escaped.

It seems you don't know who that is.

- He did a big robbery in the '80s. - Antoine Roucas.

Alias Crazy Tony. May, 1983, Maillol Jewellery store.

One police officer killed. The stolen gems were never found.

Tony was transferred to a remand centre,

after 24 years in Clairvaux prison.

- He never got parole? - You don't release a guy like that.

He escaped with a small-timer who was banged up for robbery.

Kenz Bourrich.

According to his record,

he's from the Mario Capra estate in Vitry.

We'll start there. Julien, can you take it?

It's bound to be his parents' address.

Check it out first.

We don't want trouble on the estate.

We'll get him sooner or later. Crazy Tony is the dangerous one.

Roucas wouldn't stick around for long. They will have split up by now.

Who's the boss?

- Hey! Who did that? - The council.

The council painted over my tags?

- You know what... - Where's your hideout?

OK, let's go.

Good to see you, man.

Close it behind you.

Go on in. Thanks, fam. Shut the door behind us.

Home sweet home!

This is great. Thanks, guys.

Good to be back.

This is my kingdom!

Go on, move it.

This feels so fucking good.

- Anyone hungry? - Starving.

We should have bought food. Where's Fatou?

- You don't know? - I don't know.

- I'll call her. She can bring food. - I wouldn't do that.

- It's not worth it. - Are you serious?

My woman can bring me breakfast, can't she?

Right? Well then.

I'm back, man! This is insane.

What's your name?

- Me? Moussa. - OK, Moussa.

I'll swap my leather jacket for your sweater.

What? This is a designer brand.

So is mine. Look.

"Yves Saint Laurent, Rive Gauche."

No offence, but nobody's heard of that.

Where did you find this?

She's not answering. Did you tell her I was coming?

- I don't know. Ask him. - I think she's left you.

Good one, guys. Let's all play a joke on Kenz.

- Have you got another sweater? - Will you shut up?

Can't you see we're talking? And it's called a hoodie.

OK? What are you trying to say?

- I don't know, ask Abdel. - Your woman dumped you.

You're not going to cry about it, are you?

Bruv, we need money for the gun and the car.

We hired it all from Dialo. 500 euros.

500? Was the crossbow made of gold?

Hey, guys, check it out.

- Cool or what? - Yes, it suits you.

- Seriously? - You look good, man!

- Why are you laughing? - You asked me, I told you.

Don't fuck around. Tell me the truth.

Hello? I'm going for croissants. I won't be long.

I said you look good.

She's not answering her phone. Has she really dumped me?

Hello, Charlie.

Tony, come in. You scared me.

Hurry up.

BARRISTER

Why did you do it, Tony?

You could get bail in six months.

I don't know how you did it. In 25 years, I never won an appeal.

Strange, isn't it?

May I?

Your photo won't be on the front page yet.

Yes, but look.

Doesn't he look like Guido?

Guido is dead. You know that.

This escape is ridiculous. If you hand yourself in...

I'm not handing myself in. You hear me?

Sit down, please.

Tell me, how much money do I have left?

There's nothing left, Tony.

With court costs and victim compensation,

you've nothing left.

Tell me, the Blue Angel diamond...

Did you hide it before they arrested you?

Guido took the diamonds. I never saw them again.

- If you say so... - Yes, I do say so.

Charlie, I need some cash, now.

Well, since it's you.

That's all I have on me.

500? Do I look like a beggar?

They're euros, Tony. That's about 3,000 francs.

I need a passport too, and a hideout for tonight.

OK, the passport will take a few days,

but I know someone...

He has a small hotel and you can trust him.

He'll give you a room. He owes me a favour.

And then,

you and I are finished.

We no longer know each other.

See you around, Charlie.

Guess who just left my office.

Tony.

Yes.

Didn't you hear the news this morning?

How was he? He was acting strange.

He said something about Guido.

In any case, he could mess things up.

OK, I'll handle it.

Drop me at the hotel there, please.

Keep going.

That motherfucker.

Drop me at the Metro, please.

Here we are. How much is it?

- 16 euros 30. - Keep the change.

Thanks.

The post office van arrives at midday with two guards inside.

They open the van and they see us disguised as post office staff.

Feufeu, you take the sacks and carry the money inside,

as if nothing were wrong.

Once we're inside, I throw the sacks out the window...

to Pierrot who is waiting outside with the car.

What?

Mr. Jo, the coast is clear.

Did you see how he said that?

This kid is all right.

OK, kid.

- Fancy a dance? - Hi, handsome.

I miss the brothel. At least we could sit down.

I don't miss it one bit. At least you see people out here.

Hey, La Gazette.

Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in five minutes.

- We'll need comforting. - Some rest for the warriors.

Keep an eye on the women until we get back. Understood?

Yes, Mr. Jo. Thank you.

Looks like your son is earning his stripes.

I'm not exactly happy about it.

Antoine.

- Are you all right, sweetie? - Yes.

Are you sure? You're all hot.

I think he's got a fever.

Oh, yes.

I'll take him to the café for a drink.

- I'll keep your spot. - Come on.

They're all with their wives now anyway.

Sit over there.

- What can I get you? - Nothing. I just need to sit down.

But get me a cold lemonade for him.

- Don't you want a pastis? - My son won't be a drunk.

Remember that. My son will be somebody.

Whatever you say.

- Mum? - Yes?

Mr. Jo is my friend. When I grow up, I'll be like him.

We'll see, sweetie. We'll see.

OK? Is it nice?

- Here you are. - Thanks, kid.

Thanks, little man.

Tell me, kid,

did the women work while we were away?

They were good, Mr. Jo.

My mum bought me a lemonade.

- Was it good? - Yes, very good.

And what was she doing,

while you were drinking lemonade?

Was she in here cooling off with you?

Yes, her legs were aching.

Everything all right?

Tell me, La Gazette, was the lemonade good?

It was just for the kid.

Ask him. I didn't have a drink, I went straight back outside.

No, you stayed with me until I finished it.

Get lost, kid.

Here, kid. Thanks for the tip-off.

It's going to be all right.

No, wait here, Antoine.

I'm sorry, Mum.

It's not your fault.

I thought he was a friend.

You have to promise me something. In the name of Jesus and Mary.

Look at me and promise you won't ever have friends.

I promise, Mum.

Good. Come with me.

Olga?

Yes?

Tony! Come inside.

I didn't recognise you in posh clothes.

I didn't recognise you, either.

But I've heard about you. It was on the radio.

The escape of Crazy Tony.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

You smell nice.

Let me look at you.

You haven't changed. Still just as handsome.

And you're still a liar.

Would you like a drink?

Tony, I need you out of here by 6 o'clock.

My husband doesn't know about my past.

I can't tell him.

He loves me, but he wouldn't understand.

Don't worry. I won't outstay my welcome.

But first, I need a disguise.

Wig, make-up, the whole works.

OK, leave it to me.

You're joking. After all you did for me.

- Olga? - Yes?

One more thing. I'm saying this just in case.

My friends wouldn't appreciate it if anything happened to me here.

Tony, how many friends do you have left?

Not many.

Then look after the ones you still have.

Excuse me, have you got a cigarette?

- Help yourself, my dear. - Thanks.

Thank you.

Hi, Antoine. How are you?

I'm fine, and you?

- Fine. I'll see you around. - See you.

See you Thursday.

How about it, cutie? No?

Shit! My car!

- Hi, Antoine. - How's it going?

The car's ready.

- Did you fill it up? - Yes.

OK, let's go.

- Drop your gun belts. - Get out of there, you.

Hurry up. Come on.

Get in the back of the van. Move it.

Faster! Hands on your heads.

Hands on your heads.

What are you doing? Stay still.

Don't look at us.

Police!

- Throw down your guns. - Do as he says.

- Where did he come from? - Hands in the air.

Get out of here, kid.

- Hands up! - Go!

All work merits a reward, Boss.

- What do you say, Pierrot? - He's right, Boss.

If the kid hadn't reacted, we'd all be in the clink.

None of us can deny that.

Here, kid.

Thank you, Mr. Jo.

I can't give you more because you weren't in the cut.

But from now on, you'll get the same as Pierrot and Feufeu.

Has your wife still got sciatica?

She wants us to go to Evian.

I'm not mad about the idea.

It's good to drink water.

You'll end up rusty.

Let me fix that tie.

I'm worried about Antoine.

If Mr. Jo gets him into trouble, it's all over for him.

It's a shame. He's a bright kid.

And I'm not just saying this,

but he seems different to the rest.

You're kind.

Here's your card. I've stamped it for you.

Now you won't have to worry.

Thanks.

Oh, look. It's young Antoine.

Hello, Superintendent.

- Where have you been? - I was unloading some crates.

- I hope they weren't too heavy. - No, it's OK.

I'm strong.

Good day, Superintendent.

Antoine, your mum is still young.

Don't break her heart.

- Mum? - Yes?

Come and see.

- So it went well? - Very well.

Mr. Jo says I can go on every job, just like Pierrot and Feufeu.

Isn't that great? What do you think?

It's risky.

Don't worry, Mum. Look at all this money.

I could even buy you from Mr. Jo.

Or buy you a business. Or a bar.

I'd rather give you my money, instead of giving it to Mr. Jo.

No, never. I'd never take your money.

Well, you wouldn't get far with what I earn.

There used to be enough for everyone, but now...

I'm lucky to have regulars like him. He's a nice man.

He saved me from the vice squad again.

He just wants you to talk about Mr. Jo.

He does the talking.

About his wife and his problems. He's almost a friend.

What do you think?

- Wow! - Yes?

- Very handsome. - Thanks.

Very handsome.

Here's to your new life, Olga.

You know, I don't regret a thing.

I don't get those people who dwell on past mistakes.

It doesn't solve anything and it holds you back.

Didn't you want to have children?

Yes.

But it didn't work out.

It's too bad.

But we can't have everything in life.

Thanks again, Tony.

If you hadn't given me the flat, I could never have started over.

Don't mention it. You deserve it.

- I was expecting you, Tony. - Save your breath.

Charlie tried to fuck me over.

Charlie is a crook, Tony. I've always told you that.

Have a seat.

We can talk calmly,

like civilised human beings.

You want a drink?

Here's to you.

- I imagine you need money. - And a gun.

An escape is never cheap. Here's 2,000.

The gun.

Careful, it's loaded.

Won't you sit down?

Call Frankie Balducci.

- Tell him I want to negotiate. - Negotiate what?

- My patch. - Your patch?

- In the 8th district? - Yes.

It's still mine. He ripped me off 25 years ago.

I want compensation.

You want me to negotiate with Frankie Balducci? Really?

Do you think he'll listen to me?

He will if you say I sent you.

I hope you have something to bargain with.

Do you have a crew?

No! Don't tell me it's that Arab you broke out with.

What if it is?

Where were all the French guys for the last 25 years?

Nobody cared when I got sent down.

Not you. Not Guido. Nobody.

Guido is dead.

We're getting old, Tony.

I've settled down. We all have.

The ones who aren't dead now go on holiday with politicians.

Total respectability. No waves.

I don't want to make waves.

I'll get my share and go abroad.

Pass on the message.

- Have you put out a photo? - Yes.

But there isn't a recent one.

I don't get it.

The barrister sent Crazy Tony to the hotel.

He spotted us.

We were too visible. I put too many men on it.

There might be someone who can help us.

He's a bit of a dinosaur himself. He arrested Roucas 25 years ago.

I've got his number.

He's called Janvier.

Superintendent Janvier.

Thanks, Chief, but I'll do this alone.

Fuck, I don't know how you can eat, man.

Why? Are you bricking it already?

Yes, I am. Have you got Dialo's money?

No. I'm going to tell him we don't have it.

We have better things to do.

Fuck him.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

- We don't give a fuck. OK? - Go on then.

- What? - We want to see Dialo.

Come in.

- You got the gun and the car? - Yes.

Give me the keys to the car.

- There's something missing. - The bullets.

I forgot, what with breaking out of prison and all.

- There are only six. - Yes, I know. We had to shoot some.

And... What? What is it?

Hey, this is about me. That's me!

Hey, Dialo, check it out. Turn it up, please.

Turn it up.

A major criminal in the '80s, he had been in prison for 27 years.

Why are they only showing his photo?

Why are they saying he had the gun?

- You broke out with him? - He broke out with me.

Good work, brother. Respect to you.

- So it was close? - Too right.

I held the gun to the guard's head. Everyone went nuts.

Even the old guy, and he's a hard-arse.

He said, "When we get out, we'll do some jobs together."

- Where's my money? - Your money...

I need to talk to him. He's going to pay me.

He owes me because I got him out.

I guarantee you he'll give me the money.

Until tomorrow it's 500.

The day after it's 600.

Then 700.

- And Sunday night you're dead. - No problem.

Whatever you say. You'll get your money back.

OK, shut up and get out.

Get out of here.

Just one more thing.

Can I talk to Fatou?

- What? - It's important.

We have something to sort out.

- If that's OK. - Two seconds.

Two seconds. Real quick. It's important.

Fatou, I need to speak to you. Thanks, guys.

Two seconds. Time it.

- I don't want to talk to you. - Not so loud.

Is this how you treat me, after all we've been through?

Are you serious?

Fuck... You're only after his money.

Are you nuts? Who do you think you are?

Not so loud! What's your problem?

Who paid for all these jewels I see you wearing?

It wasn't your job on the checkout.

- I don't work there anymore. - Oh, really?

You've never had money. I always paid for everything.

Hey, that's enough. Get out.

- I always paid... - Out!

We haven't finished talking about this.

Let's go.

- I'm not done with you. - Hey, what's your problem?

Go home to your mama.

Come on, let's go.

- Are you crazy? - I was just fucking around.

Are you in love or something?

Don't even say that. I'm not in love.

- Are you filming? - Wait. Yes, it's filming.

Fuck you, Dialo. Look what I'm going to do.

You think you can steal my girl when I'm in jail?

I'll piss on your car. Check this out.

- Kenz, you're sick! - Get the handle.

Yes, on the door handle.

Lucky for him I don't need to piss more.

That's all I had in the tank, but it's enough.

Dialo, that's what happens when you steal a jailbird's girl.

Take that, bitch. Word up.

That's what I'm talking about!

All this, on Crazy Tony?

Don't you have microfilms or something simpler?

No, you'll have to work here.

Let's see. Case files.

Case files...

CHARGE SHEET

Hello?

Is that Superintendent Janvier?

- Who wants to know? - Captain Nils Karlsen.

I need some information on Crazy Tony.

41. Oh, shit, yes!

42.

43! Yes, that's good.

- On all fours. Like a dog. - Yes, of course.

- On all fours! - Yes, yes.

Lick your mistress. That's right.

39. 38.

- 39, yes! - Wait there.

Tony.

Listen...

Don't tell me that guy is your husband.

In fact, there never was a husband, was there?

How could you believe that I'd settled down?

I was sick of visiting you in jail, so I made up a story.

It's not my fault if you like fairy tales.

Remember, giving me the flat as a wedding gift was all your idea.

Tony, it's not like I was going to refuse.

Clearly not.

Tony, this won't take long.

You were at 39.

Mistress?