It's too far!
They keep turning their backs.
I need to know if you can read from here.
Make an effort.
No use. I'm not a fax machine!
Can you lip-read or not?
I read lips, not scalps!
Is that Marchand's place?
Which one's Marchand?
On the left.
Do you know the others?
They're the Carambo brothers.
The older one was in Fleury with me.
We barely met.
- I see. - What?
Let me go!
- Let go! - Be quiet.
- I'll scream. - No yelling!
Let's talk, OK?
Just stay and watch what they say.
You didn't mind asking me to rob Keller's car.
- This is different. - There's no risk!
The only danger is falling down the stairs.
They'll call me. Take these. I'll be back.
- Who'll call you? - Trust me. I'll be back.
Don't leave me here alone.
See you later. Thanks.
Stay here.
I'll be back, honest!
I'll be back.
Bastard!
What the hell is this?
Why am I here?
Your champagne.
We'll get back to it.
What's he doing there?
Why did he ask me...
How will you do it?
Do what?
I dunno.
Will you mug them, or what?
- I'm not sure yet. - Not sure yet?
You've no idea! You don't know a thing!
It's worth a try, right?
Why should I freeze on a roof spying on hoodlums?
Don't give me that! For the money, maybe?
If I get some, you get some.
I don't give a shit about money.
Let's cut the crap.
Just tell me what you want.
Come to work like before.
Work nights at the club, days at the office.
I'll fix your hours. We'll use a company car.
Fuck you!
Take it or leave it.
No, you've made a mistake.
Yes, I'll give you the architects' number.
It's Baron & Co, 01 4825 4367.
Fax this to that number.
Marchand's scared. Street's too narrow.
Scared of bakery next door.
Young guy makes a phone call.
Wait, I can't read my writing.
"Meet the guy from the bank tomorrow."
"Case the joint." Chapeau, Chameau?
Must be somebody's name. Ever heard of him?
Means nothing to me.
"Around 8." Must be 8 o'clock or the 8th, I don't know.
The two brothers go in...
Marchand disagrees.
He wants to go in.
"Why can't the other guy wait in the car?"
They argue.
A number... Old guy takes notes from photos.
Road map... They talk about money.
Marchand says numbers, gesticulates...
I get it. One guy supplies the plans.
The others pull the job.
Marchand hasn't a clue. He's never robbed anything.
Why do they say 5-6?
- 5-6 o'clock? - They keep saying 5-6.
You haven't heard from her?
No. How long's it been?
- A week. - A week!
I assumed it was only since yesterday. Something must have happened to her!
Have you told the police?
If I had, they'd be here.
I had no real reason to worry.
Your wife disappears for a week and you don't worry?
It's not the first time.
She's gone missing before.
Odile?
She stayed a few days with Lucie but always came back.
I don't understand.
You haven't been married 35 years.
I don't mean that.
Be right with you!
I don't get why she never told me. I'm her sister, after all.
Maybe she didn't tell you everything.
I guess so.
What's the work today?
Finish the Bulto file.
Call Meldeg, see if the goods arrived.
All set?
Try zipping your pants.
Paul, file this.
You should have fixed it last week!
Now Belin says the site's on hold!
What are you up to? What is this bullshit?
Don't interrupt! You think I'm dumb?
I always said it was risky.
OK! It's too late now.
- Maybe... - OK!
May I say something?
It seems to me...
our problem with Lehaleur is psychological.
We got off on the wrong foot.
I could try and find a solution.
It can't hurt.
Yes! I'm coming.
I'm coming.
What's your problem?
- Mr. Lehaleur? - What about him?
What have I done to you?
The neighbors!
He's agreeing more and more.
See you later.
She's here. I'll put her on.
For you. Mr. Morel.
Sorry, I can't hear you.
That's better. It went very well.
Mr. Lehaleur is fully in the picture.
Thank you, Mr. Morel.
I'm a bit tired, but OK.
Is it the job?
Yeah. It never stops. Paperwork, building sites...
I'm working around the clock.
Can you cope?
No problem.
New nail polish?
Yes.
Like it?
- A bit pale. - "Rosewood."
- Can you babysit tonight? - I'm out tonight.
It's not so easy these days.
- A lot of work? - Not only that.
Still seeing your boyfriend?
- He's not my boyfriend. - But you still see him?
Yes.
A margarita and two beers.
Are you done?
Your antics with those jerks.
What antics?
"What antics?"
- What have I done wrong? - Forget it.
Is it them? Why? They're nice.
Sure, real nice.
It's OK. It's over.
Feeling OK?
Here.
Thanks.
- You're hurt. - I'm OK.
- Let me see. - Honest.
I said I'm OK.
I have to go back in.
Did you hear me?
Are you OK to go?
Go in. I'll join you.
Go on the roof, I mean.
Can you hear me?
- Yes. - I'm going back in.
80 francs.
Get changed and take her home.
She'll direct you. Gimme some smokes.
- Leave the car keys on the bar. - OK.
Scumbag!
Let me help you.
Careful...
Mind your head.
I hate what he's become.
It's that crummy bar.
It's changed him.
He always had an eye for bimbos.
What's he like with you?
Search me. He's the boss.
Where does he fuck them?
Where does he fuck the bimbos?
Upstairs in his office?
Why am I asking you? You won't tell me anyhow.
I'm the dumb cow and he's the boss.
He has to...
fuck them somewhere.
You want the window open?
- I feel sick. - Sit up. Sit up!
Fuck!
- What now? - I need to pee.
Shit.
I'll tell you later.
What do you want?
There's nobody there. No lights on.
I didn't see him.
What do we do now?
Until when?
I heard you. No need to shout!
What a prick!
How can anyone be such a jerk?
They were garbage sacks.
I only saw them for a second.
What shape where they?
Like... sacks with things inside.
What things? Could be anything! Cash, shoes, clothes...
You shift clothes at 5 a.m.?
Not cash, either.
- He didn't come out? - No! I didn't see!
He must still be asleep.
All right!
- What do we do? - Nothing. What else?
He'll come down sometime to eat.
Then I'll go up.
I have to go to the office to work.
Go on, then.
But leave the car.
What for?
You see me on the subway with the sacks?
Don't you trust me?
Yes.
- We meet where? - Dunno. I'll call you.
Can you pick up some clothes from my place?
There's one thing I don't get.
If your wife disappeared 3 weeks ago, why did you only report it yesterday?
She often went off to stay with her sister
in Desertines, near Montlucon.
- You have no children? - No.
She couldn't.
I almost forgot. I put something aside for you.
What's upstairs?
Two bedrooms and a...
a shower, not really a bathroom.
- And there's a cellar? - A full-size basement.
These are the...
the most recent photos, from last year.
It's me,
- Where are you? - In the car, He just came out,
I'm going in.
- Eat with us? - No. Back in a half hour.
Gimme some smokes.
- Where's the other guy? - He'll be right back.
Any luck?
Fuck all!
I looked everywhere. Nothing!
- You searched? - Yes! Everywhere!
The only sacks were full of garbage!
What you put me through!
I'll go.
Yeah, right.
If he shows, call me.
Give me the key.
Where's my vodka?
Set the boss's table. He's coming.
Where is he?
A lot?
Meet me at the car.
Then what?
Then? We get the hell out.
Then what?
What do you mean, then?
Then you split, is that it?
So what?
Go if you want, but without the cash.
- That wasn't the deal. - No. You were supposed to find it.
Let go.
I'll be in the car.
Come in ten minutes or I'll be gone.
Stop it.
Shit!
- Where's Paul? - He just went out.
Something wrong?
Where is it, motherfucker?
Where is it?
- What? - The money!
- Where is it? - I don't know!
Where's the money, motherfucker?
Where is it?
What's he done?
Stay out of this. Don't ask questions.
Don't ask. Just go downstairs.
When the Carambos arrive, stall them and warn me, OK?
Go on.
- Where is it? - I don't know!
Where is it?
I know nothing about it!
Shit!
Motherfucker!
Tell them anything! Say I'll be there in an hour.
Give them a drink.
Yes, I'm upstairs!
Wait there. I'll come down!
I'm coming down. Wait!
What do I do now?
Say something. Quick!
Ticket!
Do as I say.
Marchand. His wife.
Slow down!
Go to...
Go to her place.
Slower!
Yes, like that.
Good!
Hold on, I'm coming!
I got a problem with the money!
He ripped off the money!
Who did? Stop sniffling like a faggot!
Who's there?
You don't know me. You are Mrs. Marchand?
Yes, Why?
It's about your husband. It's important.
Has something happened to him?
I'm his mistress.
Mrs. Marchand? Are you there?
Stop hitting him! I'm sick of picking him up.
- Give up. He can't talk. - Let me.
- I'll make him talk. - Shut the fuck up.
You screwed us. Now I ask the questions.
I've known him for six months.
We fucked every day. We were going to South Africa tomorrow.
I don't understand.
You're not his type at all.
They were mostly blondes
and pretty, at least.
It was physical.
We fucked like animals.
I'd never imagined it.
What?
Like a mindless piece of meat.
Yesterday I heard he had another woman.
I can't take that.
You understand?
Where did you do it?
The studio above the club.
He even gave me the key.
Can you hear me?
Spill it or we're dead.
I'll give you half my share.
I don't understand.
- It's my wife. - Go on.
It's me. What do you want?
Get lost. Take a pill and go to bed.
What's up with her?
She's drunk. lgnore it.
Don't hang up on me, you prick!
You're going to talk!
- What now? - I know everything,
What, you dumb cow?
About you and the slut.
Yourfalse ID, Your travel plans!
I'm busy. Cut the crap.
I want to hear.
I suppose your plane ticket is crap!
What ticket?
You're not alone! Who's with you?
Is that a plane ticket in your coat, or what?
Take your plane, scumbag!
- I'm keeping the dough! - What dough?
The dough you just stole!
I sacrificed everything for him! What a scumbag!
How could he do it to me?
On my mother's life! How could he?
All for nothing.
He's a bastard.
These'll help.
Can I have a drink?
Where's your wife?
Richard!
These were in your bedroom.
Where's the dough?
What are these?
Grab Porky, stick his head in the tub and don't let go.
Hold still.
It's me.
- What's up with her? - She's only sleeping.
The money!
- What time is it? - Around 8.
Shit!
You have Masson today?
You can't go like that.
Fuck! The cops!
Isn't that him?
Slow down.
What the fuck's going on?
He's trying to say something.
I can't with the cops!
Look! He's talking to us.
I don't understand.
He's talking about his wife.
About his wife. He says he loved her...
he loved her...
and it's over.