Don't move, asshole!
I always loved shoes.
But hey, the prettiest are the priciest.
Nice pumps!
But those jeans of yours...
True. With snazzy pumps, you can't wear just anything.
Let's be honest. When you're this slick, the subway's out!
You didn't see me? In that cruise-mobile!
I know.
Where the hell'd you learn to drive?
Like I got time to fart around with reports! Shit!
- I... - What's...
Oh, my car!
Oh! Come back here! Oh!
I always loved the Champs-Elysées.
I always dreamed of hangin' here.
Like these filthy-rich assholes.
I want my piece of the pie, just like everybody.
Except maybe I'm worse.
And for that, you need cash.
Lots of cash!
There he is!
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Let me through!
- Counselor! - Will you make a statement?
- About the Minister? - No comment.
No messages.
Patrick! A press conference!
- Where? - Porte Maillot.
- What is it? - A pharmacists' convention.
Patrick's not here?
No, he left.
There's nobody left? Just you?
Uh, yeah...
'Cause I just got a super urgent gig.
Okay, well... you could go.
Okay.
- Caprice? - Yes, hello.
Hello.
Just relax. Hang loose. This is gonna be really cool.
- Are you the cameraman? - Yeah.
Okay, so my audience is
like everyone, they want the inside score.
Can I be direct?
We all want to know who your clients are...
No names. No money questions.
Natch! But are they in politics, showbiz, industry?
Yeah, politics, showbiz, industry.
For example, what do you get to turn a trick?
I'm not a whore! I'm a "call".
- "Call"? - Call girl.
Oh, right, "call"! Of course!
You can clarify for the viewers...
And for you...
- You've never engaged one? - No.
And I thought journalists investigated.
What?
I was admiring your heels.
Oh, I adore them!
How do you do it? I never could wear them.
Tell me...
Come here.
What?
What would you say to a wad of fast cash?
- How's that? - Wanna big wad of fast cash?
- For sure. - I have someone for you to meet.
- Is it something illegal? - Yes.
- Porn? - No, not at all.
You won't have to peddle your ass.
- What is it then? - My friend will explain.
A Bloody Mary for the young lady.
Wait here, okay?
Lila?
Maybe.
Mr. Simeoni?
Sorry. Excuse me.
She was your plain vanilla chick.
I couldn't make her out.
But, her or the next guy, it was all the same to me.
Any asshole cameraman would do.
And I had no time to quibble.
I had no time at all.
Come with me.
I got a stick-up that's gotta be taped - and pronto.
- A stick-up? - Yes.
- Why me? - And especially...
pronto!
No, I don't know if I...
Okay, get out!
No, wait!
I just don't know if I can do that.
I get scared... of, like, spiders.
What? There'll be no spiders.
But guns, violence, all that.
Yeah, but...
It won't be violent.
Come on, follow me.
Come on. Where are you from? Paris?
No, Beuzeville.
What's that?
It's near Fécamp. I moved to Paris three years ago.
Three years? So you've been around! You work in TV!
You must have a blast! Those dudes are hip!
Well, I don't hang out with them. Mostly I prefer to be alone.
Hey, so do I. I don't like people busting my balls.
It's sort of the same for me.
Plus, I work so much,
when I get home I just fall into bed.
Don't scream.
Don't trip the alarm. Grab that bag behind you.
Fill it with jewelry.
Open the case behind you.
That's good.
Put the bag down.
That's good.
Go open the door.
Now lie on your stomach.
- Know how to count to 100? - Yes.
You're gonna count.
If you get up, I'll kill you. Go!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9...
That's too fast. Start over.
One...
two...
three...
four...
five...
Don't move.
Seven...
Don't look, don't look!
Drop that. Sit down.
See, that wasn't violent. That's what you'll tape.
Next time you film, that's all.
We gonna stay here?
Relax. The guy thinks we beat it.
He just came out of the store.
He looks left,
he looks right...
now he's going in to call the cops.
At that moment, two roads stretched out before me.
One good, one evil.
I figured the path marked "evil" was the better one to follow.
Let's move.
It's me. You at Le Power?
Yeah, I got the cameraman.
We're on our way.
Yeah. Talk to me.
I can't talk anymore.
Okay, I'll call you back.
I'll call you back.
Straight ahead, then hang a right.
Then take the Champs-Elysées to the Hotel Spencer.
The guy's waiting for us.
You a dancer?
- Huh? - You a dancer?
I took figure-skating as a kid - artistic, I mean.
And a few classical dance classes. Why?
No, no, that's it. I was sure of it.
I don't miss a trick!
That's it, that's it!
That's him - Winky.
He's the one?
I just saw... my cousin.
Sure, your cousin.
The guys checked in last night. She'll slip you up the back.
Here.
Okay, that's it.
What the fuck! You wacko or what? Come on, let's go!
That's the cameraman?
Yeah. So?
- Why videotape this? - No questions!
They want a pro-quality tape. When I say "shoot", shoot!
Let's move!
- You? - Yeah, us.
I'll show you the way, but keep a low profile.
They're in 303.
- Where's that? - At the end of the hall.
Yes? Yeah, I was just gonna call.
I can't bring the camera back tonight. Tomorrow, okay!
Listen, I can't talk now. Bye.
When I say "shoot", shoot!
Go on, shoot.
Shoot!
Get their faces!
Stop the camera!
Stop that!
Don't move.
You okay? Stop!
Get that motherfucker!
Shoot!
Come on, here! Shoot this asshole!
Cool it, asshole.
Hey! Come here.
Come here. Shoot this.
Tie 'em up!
Hey, shoot.
Shoot!
Close the bag! Loulou, close the bag!
Chill out, imbecile! You, take it easy.
Your nose is bleeding.
She let the old bag have it! I split a gut!
Just like those Jap dames who wrestle in the jam...
Geishas.
Those are geishas in the jam?
Yeah, it was just like that!
Fixing your makeup?
A real spitfire! Where'd ya find her?
I don't know where but... I found her.
Hi, Marcel!
- How'd it go? - Like clockwork.
- How's it goin', Marcel? - Hi.
Where's Sumo-girl?
She jumped Marcel. So Lecarpe raped her,
I snuffed her and Loulou trashed her bones.
Okay, so does Geisha get a cut?
- That only seems right. - No question, she participated.
We gotta be fair!
What do you think?
No cut for her!
Okay, whatever you say.
- Champagne, guys? - Oh, yeah.
And one, two, three, and four.
Lift, five, six, seven...
And one, two, three, and four.
Lift, five, six, seven, eight, change.
Here, that's for you.
Oh, yeah?
Only normal. Good job.
Thanks.
...five, six, seven, eight. Turn...
To money!
- To money. - Which can't buy happiness.
- Mouss! - Coming.
- Well, thanks. - I'll see you in.
I came up with you... how can I say this?
I know you think I'm all black and you're all white.
But deep down you're a little black.
And deep down I'm a little white.
Yeah, for sure.
We complement each other, you and me.
Y'know Barry White?
Sorry.
And what's so goddamn funny?
- Nothing... - I said nothing funny.
Who are you to judge me like that?
- No, I... - Go on, get out!
Get out, get out.
So?
Barry White?
I really laid it on. She got a little freaked at the end.
She's ripe then. No shit, man, the babe's prime for pickin'.
Here! It's a present.
No, I mean, why?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Open it.
If it's a Barry White CD?
No, no, no. Open it.
You retarded or what?
- What's this for? - I just want to say
I really like your work, you follow through.
And I figure that calls for a gift and a little bonus.
Sorry.
- Here. - No.
- Here. - No!
You're crazy!
Hope we can see each other again. I'll call.
I was a long way from Beuzeville now.
Before, I was always on my own. Now I had a family.
When you choose a path, you go all the way.
This shitty avenue's usually a damn nightmare.
You can't take two steps without some sleaze-ball giving you shit.
But with them, I felt good...
sort of protected.
I became untouchable.
Miss?
May I have the time?
Ya want time? I'll give ya time!
Okay! Quit fuckin' around!
Think you're Zorro, jerk-off?
Whaddya doing?
Where the fuck d'you think you are? You gone psycho?
Hey, Mouss! What a he-man!
Come on, come on... Let's go!
He busted my watch.
The high life!
We felt great! We were rolling in dough!
And if it rained, we just hopped a plane.
Yeah, yeah...
No...
I'm in the suburbs, at my mother's.
I'll call when I get back.
She's got a cute little ass.
Listen, take it from me. Her type, Freddy...
Like wood. You can pump 'em for hours,
they never break a fuckin' sweat. If I know anything,
it's guns and women.
Guns and women. That's your department.
- A real expert! - Right.
It's weird, you saying that.
Backstage the other night - remember, Freddy?
When that guy was feeling her up?
- Jean-Paul? - You know him and the babes.
Jean-Paul, that scumbag?
He was pressed up behind her, feeling her ass.
You know what?
She quivered.
- Quivered! - She didn't budge.
Not a word. Didn't even look.
- Beautiful day, huh? - Yeah.
Get out! Are you sick?
So?
- Did she quiver? - You assholes!
Let's move.
That's really boring.
Don't just go straight!
- Hang a right! A left! - What?
- I can't hear! - Don't just go straight!
Slalom!
Is this guy fuckin' stupid or what?
What the fuck are you doing?
- Stop! - Hang a right! A right!
Fuck!
Left, then!
There! See! That's good!
Now you're having fun! You're enjoying yourself!
Come here and I'll show you!
Here, Cathy, you try.
Oh, no!
Try it, you'll like it!
I just press here?
That's it. You aim and you fire.
Hold it like that.
- Aim and fire. - What the fuck are you doin'?
Don't tense your shoulders.
Quit fuckin' around.
- Oh! Fuck! My ears! - Cathy!
You bitch!
- Is that it? - That was good.
That's good but, look, you've gotta loosen up.
Look! Look here. Cathy, look at me!
Like this. Drop your shoulders.
Yeah.
I have to be well-dressed?
But, uh... well-dressed...
Yes, well-dressed!
Yes, yes, I'm coming. I'm coming.
Well... come on.
We're in business.
Import-export, you know. I import, he exports.
We do a little architecture.
- He's an accountant. - Right.
This is Shannon...
Hello!
- Crystal, Veronica. - Hi!
What was your name again?
Liz.
Well, I'm Catherine.
Let's move.
The red's a bombshell.
I asked for her specifically.
What do you mean, she's yours?
You seen the ass on Shannon?
Yeah. But I think Liz has a much nicer ass.
- Oh? You think so? - Yeah.
Are they expensive?
We got a good deal. And you, what do you get?
For you, it's free, honey. Anytime.
- Or maybe you need to pay. - Me?
I'm faithfully married.
When I fuck around, I pay. It's more correct.
Oh, you're married?
Yeah, so? Lecarpe's married, too.
Where are the wives?
And would you fuck for money?
No.
You want to put me on the street?
No, that's not it, but... Not even for a shit-load of cash?
What a shitty question!
- Wait! - Hey, I'm no whore! Okay?
Let her go.
What was that all about?
Nothing, nothing. I got a bee in my bonnet.
You can forget about Cathy.
She's probably on the train by now. She's long gone.
Wanna bet?
- A hundred? - A hundred.
The sponge-like configuration of their brain
allows them to forget things at vertiginous speeds...
To further perfect the system, they believe it unnecessary...
... bizarre, libido-sexographic techniques, and so on...
Benlouka! Visitor!
Oh, fuck! What a pain in the ass!
You're not funny.
Let's move!
Oh! You're really...
Have a nice night?
Yeah, great. And you?
Super!
They're gone.
Come on in.
- You owe me 100. - How so?
- You owe me 100. - Gotcha. Fuck, I'm broke!
Me too.
- What about you? - Super broke!
- Whadda you got left? - I dunno, 500?
- Holy shit, the hotel bill. - Let's blow!
Whadda you fuckin' doing?
You can't do that.
I don't give a shit. Fuck 'em!
Fuck who? The wallpaper?
You think that's funny?
That shit don't bother nobody. Just the poor chambermaid.
The manager don't give a flying fuck.
Fuck the maid! She can learn to fuckin' pilfer!
There are rules!
Tell me.
Come here.
"There are rules!" Gotta steal cars with gas.
You coudda done it? My eyes weren't glued to the gauge.
We said German, I got a German.
She's dry. Could happen to anyone.
Why're we pushing this heap?
Cathy, stop!
Who gives a fuck? We'll rip off another one.
What numbskulls!
You're the numbskull.
Just like a vacation to soften the gray matter!
- We're not meeting Bernard? - Yeah.
- Tell me it ain't so! "Le King"! - Oh, can it!
How's it goin'?
- How many you got? - Fifty.
Here they are.
Excuse me.
It's me, dickhead!
Uh, catcha later.
- Whadda ya askin'? - I dunno.
Whadda ya mean, "ya dunno?" Ya gotta know.
- 8,000? - 8,000? You fucked up or what?
I can buy 'em in the store for 6,000.
Can't buy 50 at a time. You'll be spotted.
Fuck that shit! Look, Bernard,
I like ya a lot. Make an effort!
I ripped 'em off myself, man. Gimme whacha want. 200.
Then it's 2,000, okay?
That's the price. Got it?
- Ya got it? - Yeah!
Go on, put 'em in my trunk.
- How's your dog? - Her paw's fucked up.
Ah, shit! Listen, give your mother my love.
Thanks.
"Le King."
At least he's straight.
Besides, he's a homeboy.
Good?
- Kebab? - Yeah.
How you doin', babe?
You look tired. Go and get us some brews.
Now?
- Close up. - Really?
Don't ask questions.
I wouldn't spill this till it was all buttoned up.
As of now, it's good and buttoned.
99% - I keep my trap shut. But now it's 100%.
- More fries! - Hey, listen up!
What I got in my head's gonna put us in a whole new league.
A Brink's vault.
I took Freddy, to show him. Remember?
Worse than Fort Knox.
No, no, let me explain.
It ain't complicated.
- Picture this. - Okay.
It's like a piggy-bank.
Except, inside, you got it all. The fuckin' works!
You got Gucci, Chanel, freedom...
you got Ferrari, Rolex,
the Bahamas, Claudia Schiffer, ya got it all.
Everything in the store!
And here, 100 million sleepin' like babies.
- 100 million? - But cameras everywhere.
Here, here... Camera, camera...
The trick?
The guy watchin' the cameras! That's my man, Gilles.
Who's Gilles?
We was kids together. A heart of gold!
Here, you got a sentry box. The guard watches both entries.
This entrance is for the armored cars.
We gotta "babysit" the guard's family.
Here, you got the personnel entrance with double security doors.
Behind the garage, the vaults. All the loot's
locked up inside. We need an armored car to get in.
Howda we get an armored car?
- My pal knows. - Howda we crack the safe?
We cut the alarms and blow 'em open.
- Cut 'em, how? - Gilles is with us,
but the one thing he can't do is cut the alarms. The controls
are all in the boss' office.
And the boss' office...
only one guy can get in.
The boss.
The door's voice-activated - and by one voice only.
That office, nobody busts. It's concrete.
Yeah, and so? What's the chink?
The chink is that...
every Friday night, the boss works late.
Every Friday night, the boss
brings a hooker to the office.
So we just choose the hooker.
- And who's the hooker? - The hooker?
The hooker I got.
You think Cathy can take that hooker's place?
Why not use a pro, like her?
'Cuz she'll tell her pimp,
the pimp's gonna tell Joe, Joe tells Schmoe,
and Schmoe's gonna toss me to the cops.
So, do you think Cathy could do that?
She's a pretty girl, but she ain't got the finesse.
That's your job!
See that she appeals to him.
You got it on ya?
- The... the... - Yes.
From now on, you always gotta carry.
Let's go.
What did I tell you?
Don't tense up! It thrusts your hand forward, it's involuntary.
- It's no big deal. - No big deal?
Some psycho whips out a.45, and it's a big fuckin' deal.
This is serious, what I'm teachin' you! It's no joke.
Watch!
I thought you preferred to pay.
I already told you. I find it more correct.
Yeah, right. The wife.
I forgot about her.
In any case, I hope that
this won't affect our collaboration.
Don't sweat it.
No effect whatsoever.
What collaboration?
It ain't complicated. Your role's
just to take that hooker's place, go back to the director's office,
neutralize the gentleman, and disconnect the alarms.
We'll do the rest.
You're gonna be rich, richer than you ever dreamed.
Jean, can I speak frankly?
Shoot.
I gotta say "no".
On this one, count me out. I mean, I'm 41.
Now my life's the dance.
Sure, I get off on a little action,
if there's no risk, just for laughs, but...
I'm a choreographer, man. We're doing a new show...
Mouss, nothing's gonna happen.
We're on a roll. Still on a roll.
On a roll? I spent 10 years "on a roll" with you.
This ain't the jitters talkin'. When I met this guy,
he was doin' seven years "on a roll"
Lecarpe had less, he only did six.
The kid ain't done his.
Not yet, but he's expected. And soon.
Just so everyone's informed,
before he gets talkin' too big.
"The dream team!"
Oh, no.
Anyway, it's not for me.
- I'm in! - He's always in!
Snatch a purse, rob a bank - this jerk's "in"!
This jerk says, "Fuck you!"
And you, Lecarpe?
What do you think?
Well, it's a lotta work.
It's a lotta shit and a lotta risk.
What's happening to you, man?
You're getting old. Pretty soon it'll be a pizzeria by the sea.
"A Margarita for table four!"
Pizzeria, no. A nice little restaurant by the sea,
that suits me fine.
When you get outta prison, Al Capone, then
you can eat at my place at a 15% discount.
Anyways, guys, ciao.
Bravo!
A real "dream team!"
And what do you think?
I think you've been fucking with my head!
So, it's "Good-bye, Barry White."
The high life, the clubs were all a put-on.
Those guys weren't so great after all.
And now I was flat broke.
I had to dig up a new revenue source.
I couldn't go back to the office.
Hello.
Don't scream. No alarms.
I said, "Don't scream, no alarms."
Open the case, put it all in the bag.
Faster.
Jean was right. What a cinch!
All you needed was a gun.
It was a real turn-on.
It was a rush!
Now, lie on the floor.
Go on!
- Know how to count to 100? - Yes.
Go on!
- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... - That's too fast!
Start over.
One...
two...
three...
four...
five...
six...
Seven,
eight, I caress my breasts. And 1, 2,
and I rise, and 3, and 4,
Tutankhamen, and again, I embrace the universe,
I osmose with the Cosmos, I come down,
6, 7, I'm beautiful, I show it.
And 1, 2,
3 and 4. Pause.
Left, left!
- Look out! The cops! - Go on!
Blow him away!
Get that! My hands are full!
Yes? Hold on. It's for you.
Coming.
Here's your change.
Yes?
What? It's not me! I haven't done a thing.
I'm a restaurateur.
Yes, Karparian, that's me. Freddy Karparian.
No, no, that's Anthony. That's my son.
Oh, you've arrested him! I thought... I was afraid
you were after me, Commissioner, sir.
Ah, no, no, I almost never see him. Never, really.
You'll have to call his mom. Yes.
Fine, Commissioner, sir.
Yes. Thank you. Bye-bye! Have a nice day!
Jesus-fucking-Christ.
It's Anthony. He held up God-knows-what. He's in custody.
It was bound to happen.
Know what your dad did?
Six years.
He did time so you wouldn't have to.
Six stinkin' years in the hole! Is that what you want?
You wanna be like him?
Prison's shit, it's agony.
You're worse'n a dog. All alone. You wanna end up like him?
Like a hunted animal. Stomachaches,
he's a wreck, look at him.
- Look, he's a wreck! - That's enough!
Rippin' off two poor old farts. It's pitiful.
Them two old farts was loaded. We found a safe.
Oh yeah?
- What, like a? - A Fichet.
Oh, yeah? What was inside?
Some money, some jewelry, some...
Okay, okay!
- Whad'ya tell the lawyer? - To fuck himself.
- And the judge? - Ditto.
You, shut up!
Now you're gonna listen to what your father has to say.
Is "fuck" the only word you know?
Crack a damn book and go back to school!
But I got expelled!
- Those fuckers! - That's what I said.
Oh, this is a drag. You guys got anything goin'?
We got nothin' goin'.
I'm a restaurateur! Is that so hard to grasp?
Listen to your father!
No, it's okay, I got it.
Really, it's my pleasure.
Fuckin' shysters! This dumps's a fuckin' rip!
Okay, I'm outta here.
Bye, Pop!
Thanks.
You spoke well. He got it. You set him straight.
The poor kid, he never had a childhood.
He missed out on all that.
If you had money, it'd be different.
He wouldn't have to steal, like...
like a thief.
Your son deserves better.
Cathy, you there?
Oh, fucking shit!
I'd picked up some new habits.
When you pick up new habits, you tend to pick up bad habits.
That's too fast...
Call the police!
You cunt!
Bad news this time! Know what that bag weighs in at?
At about 20 years in the pen.
Hey, give me the bag.
Give me the bag.
Give me!
I took way too many risks.
I was gonna get busted or get tagged.
I had to stop, but fast. 'Cause I was losing it.
Okay, I'll play the hooker,
go with this guy, neutralize him,
and cut the alarms.
But what's the take?
A maximum.
- How much? - A lot.
How much?
Five million.
- Guaranteed? - Guaranteed. Maybe more.
But I'm warning you, after this I quit.
I'm out of circulation. I owe nobody nothing.
Whatever you want.
And the guy? How do I neutralize him?
We'll have to see...
- How's it goin'? - Great!
Thanks, Brigitte.
Jean's blown a fuse! He's pissed!
Oh, yeah?
This heist is suicide, man. He hasn't got a chance.
Well, tell him so.
- Shit! But you agree, right? - No.
I changed my mind.
A kebab with double fries, please.
Five-eighty. See, I can't stop myself.
It's an automatic reflex.
This is no life.
I want to live!
Look at my poor wife. She deserves better.
What is this? A damn kitty-litter? Wash the floor!
I'm going to.
Try that one on.
It's all about attitude.
You've got to tame the guy.
Oh?
You gotta psyche yourself. You're hot!
When he first walks in the café,
don't even look up. Make him look at you.
You don't even see him. But he's your prey. And he alone.
Not bad.
That's great. Let's see.
What a pity it's not for you.
You coming to dinner?
What a dish! What happening? Where ya goin'?
Get lost, Nureyev, you stink!
What's your problem?
You deaf? Go do your pirouettes!
And 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 6, 7, 8.
...and 8. I said "8"!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. It's not complicated.
You're outta time! Always outta time!
Whadda ya doing with that leg? What is that? Shit!
- It's fine. - Oh!
Yeah, Jean, it's me. Yeah, Mouss!
When do ya start?
Tomorrow? I gotta see ya. To put things straight.
I'm on my way.
Anyway, don't kid yourself.
This ain't for me, it's for you.
- Without me, you're helpless. - Sure.
It'll be awesome. The chance of a lifetime.
I guess.
It's gonna be a breeze.
I hope so.
- What's your name? - Prune.
What did I say your name was?
Margeaux.
Okay, Margeaux, here.
Tomorrow ya got the flu and forget to call.
- I guess I got no choice. - Right. Whadda ya got?
I got the flu.
And what?
- I forget to call. - Very good.
What's your pimp's name?
- I don't have a pimp, I'm freelance. - Congrats!
When your pimp stops by, just give him this. Okay?
Okay.
- Okay? - Yes.
What?
Yes.
Is that you in the photo?
- Know what Barry White says? - No.
- He says nothing. - He says, "Let's truck."
How's it going?
You know what?
- My dog... - Your dog what?
He died. Last night.
Oh! Shit. What can I to say? That's life. Let's go.
- Your mom's okay? - Yeah, fine.
Fuck, that's what really counts.
You can get another dog, but your mom...
- How old was he? - I don't remember. Old.
...Mommy's taking you to grandma's. Yes?
Forget grandma's, prick!
I'll tell how it's gonna go! Move!
Go on, sit down.
Usually everything goes fine.
- Is he your dog, cowboy? - Yes.
- Is the wig okay? - Yes! Go sit down!
It can't be!
- Would you like to order? - No, thanks.
Yeah.
He looked at her, then he left.
Fuck.
Can I buy you a drink?
Okay.
- Have a nice lay! - Shut up.
What's your name?
Cindy.
You're very pretty.
Thank you.
- How much? - 600.
Thanks.
Shall we go?
Let's go.
Take off your coat.
Open up! Think of your wife, asshole!
That way?
Yeah, it's that way.
Jean Gérard.
Go on in, Cindy.
This is no carnival here.
Come on, give me that.
Don't be an idiot. Give me that.
You're right. This is no carnival.
You're gonna do what I tell you.
She did it.
Let's go!
I shot him, he's hurt. What'll I do?
He's a witness. You ain't got a lot of choices.
I can't do that.
There's no time, you got no choice. Go on.
Careful, it's red-hot!
- It won't open! - It's stuck!
- Can we get through? - Sure.
Hurry!
Get out! Come on! Fuck!
Motherfuckers!
You sick or what?
Shut up! He called us fuckers, that fucker.
She's trapped in there!
- What'll we do? - I'll go!
Wait here.
Move!
Come on!
Move it! Move it!
Get in! Drive, drive, drive!
Shit!
Everybody out!
We gotta get outta here!
- Go, go! - Come on!
Loulou! Fuck! Move it!
The bag!
Cathy, come back!
Cathy, whadda ya doin'? Come back!
Let's beat it.
Fuck! Mouss!
Drive!
Jeannot!
You think I'll be okay?
We'll take you to a hospital.
No! No!
I don't wanna go back to the joint!
It's better!
I don't wanna go back!
Mouss, he's right. It's better.
It's better.
Easy, easy.
Let's leave him there.
See you soon, buddy!
Let's move!
Go on!
Bye, Mouss!
Give it to me, give it to me.
Give it to me.
Come on! We gotta go!
It'll be okay.
- How much do you think we got? - Get changed!
No, I'm counting.
We're in this shit together.
We started together, we finish together.
We'll count it later. Now, you change!
Who is it?
Yeah, it's me.
I know I'm not supposed to call. It's all over the radio!
What the fuck did you guys do?
You gone apeshit, or what? What a fuckin' mess! I want my cut.
I don't give a shit, you fucked up!
I warn you, I'll sing to the cops if...
Yeah, where we said.
Okay.
He's coming back.
Gilles wants his cut.
- What cut? - I said "change."
- A heart of gold! - Be back in an hour.
Didn't you hear what Jean said? Change!
I'm grabbing what's mine and taking off.
No way! You're sittin' tight! We're all in this shit together!
We get out of it together, or we go down together.
Jean guaranteed me 5 million.
We got that much, easily.
I'm taking it and splitting.
You're staying right here!
You okay?
Good to see ya. I was scared you wouldn't show.
What a fuckin' mess!
Where's my bread?
In the trunk.
What a good dog!
Here, doggie! Eat up!
Here, doggie!
Don't move!
Stop, it's okay.
Let's take him in.
It's okay!
Don't move, asshole!
Tell them we got him.
Make sure he was alone.
Hi, how are ya?
Got any luggage?
Are you alone?
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