[Door opening]
[Banging noise]
[Crackling noise]
- Shhh... - Shhh!
- Shhh.
[Gun clicking]
- Yes.
- Oh...
- Going somewhere? - Hey, Marcel.
I thought it was somebody else.
I mean, if I knew it was you, I would never run.
How's it going, man?
Everything is okay?
Cool, family, kids...
Ha! Ha...
You're probably here forthe money I owe you.
Well... uh...
I don't have it but, you know...
But, Marcel, wait!
Wait, wait! Wait! Wait!
Hey!
Ohhh!
Ow! Ow!
- Today's your lucky day, Sami.
Normally I'd be breaking your fingers right now
but I'm going to give you a chance to make enough to pay me back.
We have a group going to Chicago to do a job.
You're going with them.
- Me? - You lived there.
You know the city. - No. No, no, no, man.
That's not possible, man. I've still got a few legals problems
back in the States...
I'll be happy to go.
- Be at this address.
Nine o'clock, Friday morning.
- Daniel. Julien.
This is Sami.
- Hey. How are you doing? Everything is okay?
Okay...
- Café.
- This is Zero.
- Hey. Hi. And I'm One.
This is Two, Three, Four and Five.
[Laughing]
- In English. Sami doesn't speak French.
- Where are you from? - Algeria.
- And you don't speak French?
- Well, you know, not all Algerians speak French.
It's a matter of what school you went to. Me, I never really got...
- Zero is not interested in your life story.
Who gets killed?
- Hopefully no one.
- No one? Then why is Zero here?
- He speaks about himself in the third person?
- Feel free to correct him if you want.
- Quoi?
[Loud music playing]
[Johnny Halliday song playing]
[Switching channel]
[Renaud song playing]
[Switching back to Halliday's song]
[Switching back to Renaud's song]
[Switching back and forth]
- I'm sorry, Frankie.
Really I am.
- You bleed on me, I'll kill you.
What did I tell you, huh, Vinny?
What did I tell you when you came to me for money?
Didn't I ask you not to do it?
Did I not say that? What did I say to him?
- You said, "Don't do it," boss.
- That's right. Did you listen to me? No. You wanted the money.
So I lent you twenty large.
And now it's been three weeks and you ain't paid a dime.
What do you think that makes me look like on the street?
I don't do something to you,
everyone will think they can skate.
- Frankie, I... I...
- Shut up!
Don't you try to make me feel bad about this.
This is on your head, not mine.
Break his arm.
- Jesus, Frankie! I...
I'm your brother!
- That's why I'm only breaking one arm.
- Guys.
Hey.
- Oh, let me handle this.
Hey, what's up, brother? How are you doin'?
- Don't you "brother" me, motherfucker!
Hey, what's in the bags?
- Dirty underwear.
- Ha! Dirty underwear...
That's a good one.
Let me explain something to you.
This is my street.
Are you going to give me the suitcases
or do we have to take 'em?
- Va te faire foutre!
- What did he just say?
- He said to go and fuck yourself.
- We're tired and bored with your bullshit.
So put that stupid little knife away
before Zero shoves it up your ass.
- Who's Zero?
- He is.
- Well, maybe Zero would like to get up off his ass
and come take my knife from me.
- If you insist...
Lay it down before Zero shoots off
those little raisins you call balls.
- You put a loaded gun in your bag and you brought it through customs?
How stupid is that? - Zero didn't put it in his bag.
He put it in yours.
- Hello...
- Laurent Bastaldi sent us.
- Come in.
That's... uh... that's Wayne.
He's my roommate.
Laurent didn't say there'd be this many of you.
I guess you'll have to...
um... double up.
So is anyone hungry?
- Ready to order?
- Uh... Could we see yourwine list, please?
- Ha! That's cute.
- They don't have a wine list.
- Well, we'll have the house wine.
- Sure. And would you like that
before your escargots in white truffle sauce?
- I did not order escargots.
- Hey, they don't serve wine here.
- Okay. I will have a beer.
- I don't think he's grasping the concept.
Look, we've got iced tea, lemonade, Coca Cola,
Sprite or root beer.
- Okay. I'll have a Sprite and...
- And me too.
- Yeah, okay. We have all Sprite.
- Idiot!
- And no smoking!
- No smoking! No drinking!
What kind of country is this?
- I understand you're interested in one of our properties.
- Yeah.
- That warehouse over on Liberty Street.
The volume on our import business has risen dramatically.
The proceeds this quarter will be supernumerary
due to numerous... - Super what?
- Supernumerary.
It means betterthan expected.
- Then why don't you just fucking say "betterthan expected"?!
Everybody knows what "betterthan expected" means.
- I'm taking a vocabulary course to enhance my...
communication skills.
- Okay.
How much?
- I'm not here to negotiate.
- Why are you here?
- To tell you that we're interested in the property.
- You told me that on the phone!
What the hell are you doing here?
Showing off your communication skills?
Go back to your people and tell them when they're serious,
to put a number on the table.
Jerk-wad.
How's my brother?
- He's over at Saint J's.
They had to put two pins in his arm.
- I said a clean break!
- Hey, boss, it's not a science.
- Send him some flowers.
Something nice. Roses or carnations.
And one of them "get well soon" cards too.
- Okay, there's an exterior alarm system
with a motion detector.
The control panel is in the bedroom.
- Good. So...
Zero and Julien will go through the window
and disable the motion detector
and we'll come in through the front door.
- So when do we go? - Tonight.
- Tonight?
- Well, I know they won't be home tonight.
- You never heard of jetlag?
- Take a nap.
- What about transportation?
- Raymond, you steal a car.
- No problem.
[Loud music]
- What the hell is that?
- Neighbors. They do this all the time.
- I will talk to them. - Yeah, right.
- That's not a good idea.
- It is just a matter of communication.
Hello!
My name is Raymond!
I am visiting next door and I was wondering
if you could make your music a little less loud!
- No!
- But the music is a very...
- Now fuck off!
[Loud music still playing]
Listen, asshole...
Ah! Oh!
[Music stopping]
- What did you say to him?
- Nothing.
- Give me the money!
I said give me the fucking money!
Open the safe. - I - I don't have the combination.
- Open it!
Open it!
- I swear I don't have it.
[Alarm ringing]
- My car!
- Vato, where's your car, man?
- Where the fuck is my car?!
- You like shoes?
- No.
I like the bag. I think it will be good forthe job tonight.
- It belongs to Vincent Bastaldi.
He left it last time he was here.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used it.
I like yourtattoo.
You know, I've been thinking about getting a tattoo.
A flower or something.
On my ass.
- And who's gonna see it there?
- The lucky ones.
- How are you doing, Frankie?
- What are you doing here? - Mr G wants to see you.
- Did you come all the way down here to tell me that?
- Uh-huh.
- You knew where I was and you got in your car
and you drove here to tell me that?
- Yeah. Why?
- Hey!
Wouldn't it be great if they made some kind of electronic device
that allowed people to talk to one another over long distances?
What a tremendous communication aid that would be, huh?
- Mr G wanted me to tell you face-to-face.
It's a new thing he has. He feels it adds a personal touch.
- Personal touch? - Yeah. You know.
He sends me to show you that he cares enough to personally invite you.
- So what are you?
Like a walking, fucking Hallmark card or something?
- Believe me, Frankie.
You wouldn't want me to be here
forthe other reason he sends me to see people.
Are you ready to go? - What? Now?
I can't go now.
I've got a date with a drop-dead major babe.
- I'll tell Mr G you said that.
- Okay.
I'm coming.
- Hey, Frankie!
Good to see you.
Sit down. You want something?
- No. I'm good, Angelo.
- I...
I understand Bobby Vee came to see you today.
- Yeah.
It seems Bonnicelli wants to talk about buying
the Liberty Street property.
- Business must be good if he can afford
to buy up useless property.
- I heard this quarter his profits are going to be supernumerary.
- Going to be what?
- Supernumerary.
It means betterthan expected.
- Excuse me, Mr Giancarlo. I just wanted to remind you
that you have an appointment in ten minutes.
- Someone else coming? - No, no.
That's Tony's way of telling me that "Camilla's Court"
starts in ten minutes. Do you everwatch it?
- Uh... No.
- You should. You'll learn a lot about
the criminal justice system on that program.
Stay and watch it with me.
- You know, I'm kind of tired, Angelo.
I'm just going to go home if it's all the same to you.
- All right, all right. Go rest, go rest, go rest.
Frankie...
What's this I hear about your brother?
- He missed three weeks.
- But your own brother...
- Angelo, we live and die by the rules we make.
We are men of honor
but honorwithout respect is a...
horseless carriage.
- What the fuck does that mean?
[Cell phone ringing]
- Hello... Yeah.
It's Raymond. He's outside with the car.
- That's for luck.
- I'm glad he didn't get something flashy.
- Watch this!
Yee-hoo! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Hee hee! Hee hee hee!
Woo-hoo!
- Raymond, park in the next street.
We'll meet you when we're finished.
[Loud grinding noise]
Arrête!
- Ha! Ha! Ha!
Hoo-hoo!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Hou!
- So much for no one being home.
- We've got to be careful not to use our real names.
I'll be Elvis, you... - I want to be Elvis.
- No, it's my idea. - I look more like Elvis than you do.
- Okay, you can be Elvis
and the rest of us are John, Paul, George and Ringo.
- Hey.
Joe DiMaggio.
It's for my nephew.
- Ah.
- Hey, it looks like Zammeti's being robbed.
- Should I call CPD?
- Yeah, but tell them not to move
until these morons come out of the house.
- Where are the jewels? There aren't any jewels.
- There has to be. - I'm telling you.
I pulled out everything in the safe.
There aren't any jewels.
- We... we... we've got a problem.
No, no, that doesn't really describe...
Do you know who that is?
- Mr Taylor. - No, he's not Mr Taylor.
- Uh, he's not? - This is Frankie Zammeti,
the under-boss of the Chicago Mafia.
- Why would they want us to rob the mafia?
- We're in the wrong house, you fucking idiot!
- Ha, ha... Mafia...
- Mr. Zammeti...
There seems to have been a big mistake here.
May I use your phone?
- Feel free.
[Phone ringing]
- Allô. - Laurent.
- Marcel?
- Oui... Oui, oui...
Ha! Ha! Ha!
O.K., au revoir.
- I'll find you.
No matterwhere you go, I'll find you.
- You don't carry the same weight in France as you do here.
- Do you think it's smart to tell him we're French?
- I think he already knows that.
- You sure you want to do this?
If I were you,
I'd take a moment to think it through.
- Okay.
Let's go.
- Wait a minute!
The FBI's across the street.
They've been watching my house for months.
Think I don't know.
Morons...
- He's right. There's someone watching us.
- Why are you telling us this? - Professional courtesy.
Besides, it would be more fun to find you myself.
Last chance, boys.
Do the smart thing.
- I really don't know.
Maybe if we did just leave...
- Mr Bastaldi said to take what we have.
- You think he's just going to forget about this?
He's coming after us. We may as well take the money.
- We're going out the back.
- Be seeing you!
I'll eat your fucking legs, you frogs!
- Shut up!
- What the hell are they doing in there?
[Phone ringing]
- Yeah?
[Moaning]
[Heavy breathing]
Oh, yeah...
Oh, yeah, baby...
[loud moaning]
- Oh, give it to me. That's good, that's good.
- Hmm?
- Oh, yeah, just keep it going. Keep it going for me.
[Angry grunting]
I'm getting there. Keep it going, sweetheart.
Give it to Papa Joey.
- Joey, who is that?
- Uh... And don't call here again, you pervert!
A pervert.
[Phone ringing]
[Grunting]
Yeah, boss?
[Angry moaning]
Boss?
- I wasn't expecting you guys back this fast.
So how'd it go?
- You gave us the wrong address, Sophie.
- No, I didn't.
- Bastaldi got the address from you. Yes?
- Yes. - And he gave it to us.
9945, Ridgeway Road.
- No. 9945, Ridgeroad Way.
- Ah, that moron.
- Oh, it's an honest mistake, you know.
Ridgeway Road, Ridgeway Street. Hmm?
- Okay, let's go to sleep. We leave early tomorrow morning.
- Do you think we could have a hostage situation in there?
- Now, hold on a second. Joey Two-Tons just pulled up.
- Jesus, boss!
Hey, what happened here, hey?
Are you okay?
- Joey... Joey...
- Yeah... I'm here.
- Joey...
Pick me the fuck up!
- Oh, oh, okay.
Hang on there, huh?
- Fucking moron!
They're all French guys.
- French guys?
You mean like... French from France?
- Yeah. French guys from France.
- Hmm. What did they take?
- Everything! - Everything?
Like I told you, boss, you are handling this very well.
- You know why I'm handling this very well?
Because you're going to find them for me.
- Yeah, sure. Don't worry about it.
I get them for you.
- Now would be a good time to start.
- Oh. Okay.
- Hey!
Papa Joey?
- Can't sleep?
- Aaargh!
- Somebody stole my cartonight.
- Come on, Raphael, you don't think that I would steal your car?
- You stole my cousin Enrique's car.
- Hector. Don't interrupt me.
- But, Raph, he... - Hector!
- He told Enrique that he didn't know anything about his car!
- I don't give a shit about your cousin's car.
We're here about my car.
So...
Shut your mouth!
- Ohh...
- If I find out you're lying,
I'm going to come back
and I'm going to cut off your nose.
Vamos.
- Sophie!
- She's not here, man.
- Where is she?
- Uh... I think she went to see someone.
She... uh... put some stuff into a bag and then left.
- Fuck!
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
Fuck! Shit!
Oh, man!
[Snoring]
We've been ripped off!
- Huh? - De quoi?
- Oh, man, this is bullshit!
We can't trust anyone these days.
- She took everything?
- Not everything.
I was going to listen to it last night but I...
I fell asleep.
- Ha! Ha! Ha! No, you didn't, man.
Uh... you were banging Sophie.
I saw you guys going at it.
- You slept with her?
- Well, actually, I would say she slept with me.
- Heh, heh, heh...
- You didn't think it was a little suspicious
that someone you only knew for a few hours
wanted to sleep with you?
- No.
Chicks dig me.
[Phone ringing on tape]
[Man]: Yeah?
[Zammeti]: It's me. I need an answer from you if I'm going to move.
[Man]: We're not just talking about a piece of work here.
We're talking about a boss.
[Zammeti]: Giancarlo's a dinosaur.
The guy thinks he's fucking Vito Corleone or something.
The old ways are gone.
If we don't change now, we're going to get pushed out.
I need to know if I can count on your support.
[Man]: Yeah.
- No wonder Zammeti didn't want us to walk out with the tapes.
He's planning on killing Giancarlo and taking overthe family.
- This wasn't the deal.
The deal was to steal the necklace,
not get in the middle of a mafia war!
- The deal is whatever Mr Bastaldi says it is.
- We have to find Sophie. - How are we going to do that?
- I know where she went.
- Don't turn here. - I know where I'm going.
- It's the wrong way! - Shut up!
- Yo, Raph... - Hector, shut up!
Don't say anything unless I ask you.
Hector, tell me the truth.
Do you think I'm ever going to find my car?
- Uh... it's hard to say.
- Hey... Hi. Uh...
Did a woman just check in?
She's about five-six, dark, long hair.
Uh... pretty.
- I can't give out information on our guests.
- Come on, man. I think she's having an affair.
- So are half the people in this place.
Can't help you, pal.
Look, I already told you... Room 14.
- The money isn't here.
- Where is it, Sophie?
- I don't know.
- Who are you waiting for?
- Why don't you stick around and find out?
- Okay.
[Knocking on door]
- He's FBI.
- We've been set up.
We didn't go to the wrong house, We went to the right one.
Didn't we, Sophie?
They sent us to Zammeti's house.
The FBI is just across the street watching the whole thing
and they don't move.
Why?
Because they were waiting for us to come out so they could arrest us.
- What does arresting us get them?
- Do you want to tell him?
- You're telling it fine.
Aaargh! Ah!
Okay, okay!
We've been investigating Zammeti for years
but we never had enough evidence
for a warrant to search his house.
We got word through a snitch
that Zammeti was planning to take Giancarlo out.
Our informant told us that Zammeti was talking
to other bosses and recording the conversations.
- So we rob Zammeti,
you arrest us when we come out
and the contents of the safe is now evidence
which you can use against him.
- Why us?
- Vincent Bastaldi's in jail.
- Last time Vincent was here, he asked me to meet him outside the city.
Before he could tell me what he wanted,
the FBI showed up and arrested him.
- Arrested him forwhat?
- Laurent and Vincent were in business with Zammeti.
- What kind of business?
- Black market art.
Zammeti got to a few key security guards in the museum.
Bastaldi supplied the artists to make copies of famous works.
They'd switch the paintings and the originals to Paris,
and the Bastaldis would sell them to private collectors.
- We know they replaced Van Gogh's
'Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers' with a copy last week.
If we got the tapes,
we'd release his brother,
providing he tells us where the Van Gogh
and the other paintings are.
- No one has mentioned the part of the plan
about us getting caught and going to prison.
- We're leaving. Raymond, get the bag.
- If you leave with those tapes,
you'll never get out of the city.
- Did they know who you were when they broke in the house?
- Yes.
- What's happening with the world?
There was a time when no civilian would touch a made man.
What did they take?
- Some cash, some jewelry.
The other stuff I can replace
but there's a cardboard box.
Photos of my mother.
They're the only ones I have of her.
- We're doing everything we can to find these people.
Right, Tony?
- Believe me, we've reached out to everyone we know.
- If they're still stupid enough to be in this city,
Tony will find them.
- All right! - I'm closer, I'm closer.
- Why, are you blind here orwhat? - What? Are you nuts?
- Frankie, come here for a sec, please.
- Get in the car.
- Who's closerto the wall? Joey or me?
- You are. Now get in the car.
- This is turning to shit.
- You find them. You're the FBI.
- Ah. I can't bring the Bureau into this.
If I do the tapes become evidence.
- They're supposed to be evidence.
That's why Bastaldi set this up.
- Fuck Bastaldi and his brother!
Those tapes are gold.
Do you have any idea what Zammeti would pay to get them back?
Too many people know about my involvement in this.
- Then we'll just have to make sure that everyone who knows
can't say anything.
- You're right about that.
- I would like to thank you for your hospitality.
If you are ever in Paris...
here is my number.
- Cool. Yeah.
- What, man?
What?
- Guns. Can you get them?
- Man, I can get anything. - Don't bullshit me.
- I ain't bullshitting. I can get guns.
I can get you any kind of gun you want.
See? But that ain't going to help your sorry ass.
That man's carthat you stole, Raphael Ruiz...
Yeah, well, he's the leader of the 19th Street Gang
and one disturbed motherfucker.
And Frankie Zammeti already put the word out on the street
that he's looking for some French dudes.
You're French, ain't you?
- I'm from Belgium. - Shit.
I'd be from Belgium too, if I was you.
You know, Zammeti just put his own brother in the hospital.
Broke his arm because he was late on a debt.
You see, I mention this to illustrate
the kind of people who are looking for you.
- Why haven't you turned us in?
- I ain't no rat.
You've got money, right? - Uh-huh.
- Cool. - Have you got a cell phone?
- Hell, yeah, I've got a cell phone. My damn grandma has a cell phone.
- Okay. You give me the number and I call you later.
- Yeah, you do that.
- Fine.
- Cool.
[Loud banging on door]
- Hey, man. No, no. What are you doing?
Oh, excuse me.
Don't you need a search warrant or something?
- Not today. Where are your friends? - They left about a half hour ago.
- Yeah. Where'd they go? - I don't know.
Aargh!
Oh, man, you can't do that!
- What? This?
- Aargh!
- Huh? Orthis?
If you don't want me to keep on hurting you,
it's important that I believe you and right now I don't.
So tell me. Where did they go?!
- I swear, man. I don't know.
They packed up and left a half hour ago.
They left a number for a guy in Paris that's on the table.
- Hmm. Thanks.
- Ah!
- Hey, Sami. You're on TV.
- Police want to question Sami Zerhouni
in connection with the murder of Sophie Greer.
- What?
- Police have confirmed Zerhouni was seen
entering the woman's room by the motel manager.
They also want to talk to Zerhouni regarding a robbery last night
at the home of alleged mafia member Frankie Zammeti.
- Bastaldi, you fuck!
- The other members of his gang are reported to be
French nationals Daniel Foray, Marcel Bonnet,
Julien Labesse and Raymond Gayet...
- Huh. Dumb crackers.
- And an unidentified man known only as Zero.
(laughing)
- That ought to shake things up.
- Up next: A vacation getaway on a budget.
We'll be right back.
- This is bad.
This is really fucking bad!
Am I the only one who sees how bad this is?
- Hey, this is not your picture on TV, it's mine!
So try to be cool!
- Don't tell me to be cool. We were supposed to be in and out.
In the last twenty-four hours,
we've managed to get the mafia, the FBI,
the Chicago Police Department
and a group of latin gang members after us!
- We have to get out of here.
- That's brilliant. Care to elaborate?
- You're not helping.
- What you're doing right now is a very normal
psychological reaction to stress.
You're projecting your anger on to us.
- Oh, Jesus.
We're dead.
[Phone ringing]
Yeah? - It's me.
- Hey! You guys are becoming famous.
I was just watching the news and...
- Did you set it up?
- Man, yeah, I set it up.
Tomorrow morning, ten o'clock.
[Phone ringing]
- Pogue.
- What's happening overthere?
- Your idiots are getting smarter.
- Sami, you steal a wallet
from someone who looks like one of us.
- What for? - To rent a car. And forthat
we need a credit card.
- Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.
- I'm gonna have to search you!
- We'll save you the trouble.
- You can't come in here with that!
- What's wrong with this guy?
- He's my cousin. He's deaf.
- We're here to buy, not to steal.
- You can let them in.
- Yo, man, what the hell are you doing?
Hey, look, I gave these dudes my word.
- Fuck yourword!
Zammeti's offering twenty grand a head forthese guys.
Do you think I'm going to settle for four g's
when I could make forty?
Reach in easy and put the gun on the floor.
Easy!
I said put it on the floor, not kick it underthe bed.
Get that and add it to my inventory.
I assume you're carrying too?
Okay, put it on the floor
and do not kick it underthe fucking bed.
Listen, cowboy,
if you're even thinking about making a move, don't.
Nobody's that fast.
- Zero is.
- Who the fuck is Zero?
- He is.
- I found it!
- Man, you're crazy. Give me my money, I can get the hell out of here.
- There is one more thing I need you to do.
- What, man?
- Hello.
- Hello. I'm James Picarney from Dayton, Ohio,
and I would like to rent a car with my gold card.
- Let me check and see what we've got.
Yeah, I've got a couple of French guys here trying to rent a car.
- So... I've come by to see how you're doing.
- What do you want, Frankie?
- I just wanted to say
that... uh...
upon reflection...
that I may have overreacted a little the other day.
- A little?
- I mean, you are my brother and, well,
I should have found anotherway of expressing my disappointment.
So I've decided to make it up to you.
- You going to forget about the money I owe you?
- What? Are you nuts? A debt is a debt.
I was thinking of throwing a little extra work yourway.
You come down to the club and make espresso forthe boys.
Run some errands, things like that.
- Vinny.
- Joey.
- Hey, uh...
no hard feelings about the other day, huh?
It was just business.
Are you doing okay?
- Uh... my arm, it itches.
- Do not scratch it with a coat hanger.
It can cause an infection.
My cousin Ernie...
- Did you come in here for a reason?
- Yeah. Uh... Some guy in a car rental called Nicky,
he might have a line on our friends.
[Phone ringing]
- Pogue.
- If you everwant to get those tapes,
meet me in ten minutes at Grand Park, by the Conservatory.
- Sorry about the wait. There's... uh...
a problem with the equipment.
It should only be a few more minutes.
- You tried to set me up, you piece of shit.
Hey, what are you doing?
- You think I'm going to talk until I see if you're wired?
- You killed her.
- No. You killed her.
The manager remembers you going into her motel room.
Your fingerprints were found all overthe place.
You're fucked, Sami, and you know it. That's why you're here.
- Look, I just want out of this nightmare.
Okay? I don't know these guys.
- Where are the tapes?
- I can get them.
But what do I get if I do?
- A pass. - A pass?
How are you going to give me a pass?
Awitness can put me at the crime scene.
- Witnesses can be convinced they made a mistake.
And without the murderweapon,
the DA doesn't have enough to prosecute you.
- They don't have a murderweapon?
- No... I do.
The lamp. The one with her blood
and your fingerprints all over it. Remember?
Of course, they could always get an anonymous tip,
find it in a dumpster behind the motel...
- You want the tapes for yourself.
You're going to sell them to Zammeti.
- I am going to retire with a shitload of money,
find a nice little country with no extradition treaty with the States,
live the good life.
- You didn't have to kill Sophie.
- Yes, I did.
Loose ends are messy.
When you get the tapes,
you call me at that number.
We'll make the exchange.
That'll be the end of it.
- I don't know about the little one
but the other guy is definitely one of them.
- Looking good in your jacket.
One of your mother's gift?
You look younger.
- No!
- It's not your fault, Daniel.
- We had the chance to walk out of Zammeti's house.
- We all agreed to it.
You had no way of knowing Bastaldi was setting us up.
- I just want to live long enough to get back to Paris.
Just long enough to kill him.
- I say we make him pay first.
And then you can do whatever you want to him.
- He's right! Do you have any idea
what Van Gogh's "Vase With Fifteen Sunflowers" is worth?
It's got to be millions!
- We still have to get out of here.
- Maybe if we gave the tapes back...
- No.
They killed our friend.
It's personal now.
Besides, if we do that,
then Julien died for nothing.
The tapes are the key.
- I ain't seen your ride, cabrón.
- Mrs Gayet?
Yes. Do you speak English?
Ah, you do. Great.
I'm a friend of Raymond...
You taught Raymond how to speak English too...
Well, you did a wonderful job.
- Yeah?
- Do you know who you should talk to is Freddy O?
- I thought he was in prison.
- No, man, he just got out last month.
- Are you sure they're our guys?
- I'm sorry to call so late...
- And the other one?
...but I'm supposed to meet Raymond...
- A French passport?
Well, what else did you find on him?
- I'm supposed to meet Raymond tonight
at his hotel and I've forgotten...
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
A hotel card key?
- He's trying to play it straight
but he's still wired in, ese, working in some restaurant.
- What hotel?
- The Evening Light Inn,
Room 412.
- I don't believe someone would have the balls
to rip off your ride, ese. - Coño hombre.
When I find him, he's not going to have them anymore.
- I'll ask around.
If they try to move it, I can find out.
- Excuse me. I was here first.
[Phone ringing]
Listen, buddy. You just can't push in here.
- Go away. - I most certainly will not go away.
- Allô?
- Get out the room. You've got company coming up. I'll meet you at the Chevy.
- Ah, mais c'est incroyable! Merde! Ah!
- You fuck. This isn't over.
Aaah!
- Hoy!
- Get back out there! - You get out there!
[Gunshot]
- Let me drive! Let me drive!
- Are you ready to go?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- They sort of...
got away.
- I see.
Well, get back out on the street and find them
before I sort of kill you.
- But we ain't had nothing to eat all day, boss.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Had enough?
Try and get this through that stupid fucking head of yours.
If Half-tooth Tony finds these guys before we do
and Giancarlo knows what was in my safe,
we are all dead.
Gavones.
Are you going to bring that over here today orwhat?
[Phone ringing]
- Allô?
- Daniel?
Daniel?!
He knows I set them up.
- How would he know that?
Ahhh.
They don't know anything.
Look, they're your crew.
Find out where the hell they are.
We find the tapes,
your brother gets out of jail, huh?
- Bastaldi's here.
- What do you mean "here"?
- Bastaldi's in Chicago. - How do you know that?
- I could hearthe police sirens. - What do we do?
- I've got an idea.
Wait here, please.
- Yeah?
- I'd like to see Mr Giancarlo, please.
- Who the hell are you?
- Tell him I am the guy who robbed Frankie Zammeti.
- Either you're incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.
Which one is it?
- I guess we're going to find out.
- You rob an associate of mine, a friend.
- Uh... not such a good friend, Mr Giancarlo.
May I reach in my pocket?
- He's clean, boss.
[Zammeti]: It's me.
I need an answer from you if I'm going to move.
[Man]: We're not just talking about a piece of work here.
We're talking about a boss.
[Zammeti]: Giancarlo's a dinosaur.
The guy thinks he's fucking Vito Corleone or something.
The old ways are gone.
If we don't change now, we're going to get pushed out.
I need to know
if I can count on your support. [Man]: Yeah.
- I've got to tell you, Mr Giancarlo,
this guy is an idiot.
How he lived this long is a mystery.
- I don't think it'll be a mystery much longer.
I assume you want something.
- We've got a lot of people looking for us.
We'd just like to go home.
- You want me to get you out of the country?
- Yes.
And I need you to find someone for me.
- And for my help, I would get what?
- Half the tapes.
- What about the other half?
- Same place, one hour.
- Did you bring the tapes?
- Yeah, I brought the tapes.
The lamp?
- Just a second.
You must think I'm a fucking moron.
[Zammeti]: I just want you to know
that piece of work you asked for on Johnny Wooks is done.
[Man]: Good. How did he go?
[Zammeti]: Like the crying rat bastard...
- There you go, sport.
What the fuck is this?
- Give me yourwallet.
I'll take the bag too.
- You think I don't see through this?
You tell Sami he is fucking dead.
- The bag.
- Not a chance.
- Convince him.
- Owww! Son-of-a-bitch!
You fuck!
- Mr Zammeti?
- Yeah?
- I represent a person who wishes to remain anonymous
but is aware of your current financial problems
with your brother.
You see that car?
- Yeah.
- It's yours. A gift.
A gift you could give to your brother
as partial payment.
- No shit?
- Oui. No shit.
- Thanks.
Hey, Ange!
[TV]: You understand? Sir, I'm talking right now
and when I'm talking, mine is the only voice I want to hear.
Okay? So zip it, buster!
- Ha, ha. She's a pistol, ain't she?
I love a tough broad.
I bet she's good in the sack too.
The fiery ones always are.
What do you want?
You've got something for me?
Call this number.
Friends of mine have made arrangements
to get you and your crew to Canada.
Oh, oh...
And here's the other information you wanted.
- Thank you. - Do I need to point out
what a grievous error it would be not to honor your half of the deal?
- No.
- Good.
[TV]: Do not tell me how to cook a roast. I will tell you.
- This came for you.
Are you all right? - I stubbed my toe!
- Since we're such good friends,
I thought I'd give you an advance copy of my next work.
- I am going to retire with a shitload of money,
find a nice little country with no extradition treaty
with the States,
live the good life.
- You didn't have to kill Sophie. - Yes, I did.
Loose ends are messy.
- You were so busy looking for a wire,
you probably didn't even think about a video camera.
Anyway, I've sent a copy of the whole tape
to the Chicago PD and the FBI. They'll get it tomorrow.
If I were you, I would take the day off.
[Phone ringing]
- Hello...
Hey, boss, some guy says he's got some tapes you want.
- Yeah?
[Pogue]: You want those tapes, it's gonna cost you.
- How much? - Half a mill.
- Are you nuts?
- Okay, I'll just give them to your boss.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
There's an old warehouse on Liberty Street...
Those the tapes?
- Hey, watch the paint.
- The money?
- How'd you get these?
- I got them. That's all you need to know.
- Just a second.
[Song Danke Schoen]
[Gunshots]
Can you believe that guy?
What a moron!
- Good song, though. Huh?
- Great fucking song.
- Hey?
- What's this?
- It's a car.
- Oh, really? Thanks.
I thought it was a sewing-machine.
What the hell's it doing here?
- It's for you.
- For me?
What am I to do with a piece of shit like this?
- I don't know.
You could sell it. It's got to be worth something.
Somebody gave it to me.
Oh, come on, Frankie. I'm trying to make good here.
- Okay, okay.
Hey! If you're well enough to be walking around,
you're well enough to start working here.
- Yeah.
- You lost?
- Watch yourtongue there, homes.
I'm about to make you a very happy man.
[Guns clicking]
- Where are you going? - I'm coming with you.
- Wait in the car.
- No, Raph, I want to come with you.
- Hector!
Wait! In the car!
La concha de tu madre.
Vamos.
Does anybody know about the car outside?
- Yeah. It's mine.
- No. It's mine!
- The hell it is! - I'm telling you.
That's my car and somebody is going to pay for it.
- And I'm telling you it ain't!
Now turn yourtaco-eating ass around
and get the hell out of here.
- Give me the fucking keys!
- Fuck you, re-fry! - Fuck me? Ha! Ha!
Fuck you!
[Music playing]
[Tires screeching]
- Mama...
[music from the restaurant still playing]
[Zammeti]: Angelo, we can't lean too hard on this guy.
He's a congressman.
- How are you doing?
I think that's what they call a rhetorical question,
being that I already know the answer,
which is, in your case,
not so good.
Your driver's been replaced.
- Who are you?
- I'm an associate of Angelo Giancarlo's
and I'm here to express his displeasure with you.
- Can we work something out?
- I'm afraid not, sport.
- I can't believe you didn't check it.
- I'm sorry. I did a mistake.
I suppose that none of you have ever made a mistake before.
- This is great. After everything we've been through,
we've got twelve hundred dollars
and a fucking autographed baseball!
- The baseball's mine. - No, you can't have the baseball.
- Why not?
- You're not entitled to it.
- I took it. The baseball's mine.
- If you say "baseball" one more time,
Zero will shoot you.
- Raymond,
don't you think they're overreacting a little?
- No.
I think they have a right to express their angerwith you!
Like... afterthe fact
that you... fuck...
fucking moron!
Why could you not check the money?!
You goddamn stupid
idiot!!!
- Fine.
All of you want to be angry, be angry.
But I'm the one who took the ball and that makes it mine.
- No.
- Come on, give it to me, Sami. - No.
- Give it to me! - I said no!
- Give it to me! [Ripping sound]
- Perfect.
[Song Danke Schoen]
- And... action!
- Have you got a cell phone?
- Ha! Ha!
Hell, yeah, I've got a cell phone.
[Crew laughing]
- Without a murderweapon, the DA doesn't have enough to prosecute you.
- They don't have a murderweapon?
- No. But did I ever show you my FBI ring?
[Crew laughing]
- What are you doing?
- We came here to steal. We shouldn't leave empty handed.
- Leave it!
- Cut!
[Crew laughing]
- Do you think it's smart to tell him you're French?
- I think he already knows that.
[Laughing]
- But I can't, Bradley. I can't!
[Laughing] I can't, Bradley.
- We are men of honor but...
aie, aie, aie, aie.
[Laughing]
- Loose ends are messy.
- What about me? I'm not a loose hand?
[Depardieu laughing]
- He's in there.
[Crew laughing]
- But we ain't had nothing to eat all day, boss.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Had enough?
[Laughing]
- You fuck. This isn't over.
- Now that I have you, how about a big kiss?
[Crew laughing]
- Medic!
- Where are the tapes?
- Cut!