Max, get a load of this.
50 MILLION IN ORLY GOLD BULLION ROBBERY... STILL MISSING
Here's your paper, Dédé.
Come see us, Max. You won't be sorry.
It was obvious during rehearsals. It's our best show yet.
I think so, too. It really isn't bad.
You tell him, Riton. - You gotta come, Max.
Lola's a mermaid in the second number. It'll give the johns heart failure.
Yeah, I know.
Where you going?
To play my tune.
- Here's the cake you wanted. - It looks delicious.
Dig the squares.
Can we get some service here?
We're here for dinner. - Sorry. All booked up.
- What about those tables? - Reserved.
We can have drinks while we wait.
Try Victor's.
It's an excellent restaurant. Just across the street.
- Victor's it is. - Just tell them I sent you.
Those chumps just don't get it.
Already she's got an attitude!
She's right.
There's no room for you if I take just anyone in.
You might've given them some cake. Their mouths were watering.
I was closing.
Evening, Madame Bouche.
You almost got tossed out, Marco.
- You eat yet? - No, I'm not hungry.
Hello, kid.
Sit down.
Bouche, bring him a fork.
Don't let this cake go to waste. We blow enough dough here.
What'll you drink?
Bring him a coffee.
So, Max, you coming or not?
If you don't like it, you can always take off.
Nobody's forced to stay.
I'll come, but I can't promise I'll stay.
Marco can tag along.
If I split, he can keep you company.
Watching mermaids... will be a change.
Something eating you?
You owe some dough here?
9,000.
Relax. I'll take care of it.
Why should you?
Put this on Marco's tab.
That's swell of you.
Give me my bill.
All ready.
Not hungry?
We're gonna be late.
- We already are. - Ready?
I have to let you out.
- Swell dinner, Madame Bouche. - Just fine.
I don't poison my customers.
You can't take a compliment.
Move it.
You have 11,000 credit here.
- How can I thank you? - Skip it.
Sit next to your boyfriend.
Violets, lady?
100 francs. Cheap. - I don't want any.
Be nice.
Dumb bitch.
- See you after the show? - Yeah, right.
You'll still be hoofing it when I start snoring.
Go on and snore...
at my place.
Stick around, Max. It won't be any fun without you.
After midnight I always feel like I'm doing overtime.
Stay anyway.
Lola's happy now.
I warned you about that stuff!
- Don't park it too far. - I won't, Mr. Riton.
Don't just stand there.
Albert, a brandy.
Always late. Next time I'll fine you both.
We'll be ready, madame.
Get dressed. And none of your lip.
It's not their fault, Marinette. We're just too irresistible.
We had to force 'em to come.
You expect thanks for causing a flap in my henhouse?
I'll give you a nice table for the floor show.
How's this? My best table.
- It's only natural, my pet. - Ain't it though?
If you'll excuse me...
Don't bother. A bottle of bubbly. Dry.
And make it good, eh?
Order a magnum for us three.
You're right. A magnum.
Hello, kid.
You made a hit, daddy-o.
That's Vera the Russki. We got a thing going.
You've got your hands full. Those babes are a real health hazard.
And away we go.
Mr. Angelo wants to see you in Pierrot's office.
Excuse me.
Can I give you a hand carrying all that?
You ought to know better, Mr. Max.
- Where you going? - To see your man.
Come in.
- Hope you don't mind. - Not at all.
How you doing, Fats?
Ramon, leave us alone.
You can take the wheels.
Here's what it's all about.
We're counting on your experience... to referee a spat we're having.
Well?
You tell him.
You know I've always supplied the dope here.
And never a gripe from anyone.
Pure stuff at the right weight.
Just a sec.
Hey, Ramon.
Don't need the keys?
What do you think of Ramon?
I don't think anything. I couldn't give a damn about him.
All I know is Fats here isn't crazy about him.
Anyway, I think you can work it out.
A matter of the right man.
I don't know, Max.
I don't think you know Ramon.
No. Anyway, your dope racket is specialized.
You need a guy with style who fits in among the clientele.
I run a serious house, with good connections.
It's cost me.
I won't get closed down just to be nice to Ramon.
Ramon's a bum.
Keep him as a driver. It's all he's good for.
I've got an idea. I think I have just the man.
Anyhow, I'll vouch for him.
If he's game, I'll send him right up.
I like Max. He's a pal.
You mind?
Help yourself.
- Want some? - No, thanks.
And when he likes someone...
he's a friend for life.
Take Riton, for example.
It's lasted 20 years. From what I hear.
Yeah, they've been a team for 20 years.
Now that's friendship.
The same goes for me and Max.
I've got something for you.
Got anything on now?
Angelo needs a guy to sell dope here.
He's got his own crew.
Pierrot doesn't like his crew.
So I gave you a plug.
They're waiting for you upstairs to discuss it.
I vouched for you, so don't louse things up.
So, porcupine-head?
I'm fed up. I'm splitting. You staying?
Have one last drink. For the road.
The road! I've heard that one.
We may end up having a bottle with Pierrot.
Then the girls will want us to take 'em out for onion soup.
Then we gotta get it on. - So?
No "so!" I'm not in the mood. I'm beat.
Don't give me that.
I'll go tell Lola I'm going.
She might meet the pigeon of her life tonight.
I don't want to ruin her career.
Thanks a million, Max. The deal's on. You were swell.
Dry up.
Come on in.
No harm done.
I was just congratulating Josy.
And so you should. I was out there... and Josy was tops!
She's a hoot, isn't she?
Well, I'm off. Thanks for Marco.
Don't be stupid.
We gotta talk, Max.
What about?
I don't love Riton anymore.
It's been quite a while.
Why tell me?
Because you just saw me with Angelo.
And only you can make Riton see he's gotta let me go.
Talk to him. I don't have the nerve.
Angelo's right. You're a hoot.
He'd listen if you talk to him.
Don't be mad at me.
I need your help. I'm so afraid of what might happen to me.
If you see Lola - Skip it. Here she comes.
The dresser had to lower my neckline
to show more of my boobs.
Don't let me down. Only you can help me.
Excuse me. I'm leaving. I'm shot.
Not waiting for me?
Call that a man! - Get in here!
That's the third time the electrician jabbed my behind.
- I thought he only did it to me. - You, too?
- Staying? - I'm going, and so are you.
Listen, Riton...
Haven't you screwed around enough? At your age? With your reputation?
That's what you look like now.
Look at those chumps. Mr. Dugenet and his twitch.
Duglandin, the fatso over there.
And best of all, Dufion, the bogeyman.
Dropping a bundle while waiting to pick up showgirls.
And you're just like them.
Waiting patiently for madame to get dressed to take her to the hotel.
You're a real jerk, old man.
A jerk? Why am I a jerk?
Ten years ago you'd have waited for her
to come home with the bread.
Now she hasn't a chance of meeting a john.
Whether she makes money now or not, I don't give a damn.
All the more reason.
Start spoiling a broad and she'll take off.
So go home to bed.
Josy knows the way home. What's more,
a little worrying will keep her in her place.
You're right. Let's go.
It's on the house. Orders from the boss.
Thank him for us.
Drop you off?
I won't make you drive across town. I'll take a cab.
See you tomorrow. 1:00 at Bouche's.
25, Rue Alphonse Allais.
That ambulance is tailing us.
It passed the hospital.
To go to another hospital maybe.
Give it a little gas, just to see.
That's enough. Don't overdo it.
Your street's coming up. We'll see.
Slow down. My building's third on the right.
Take off and don't turn around.
So, Mr. Ramon,
this a new game?
Ambulance rally and surprise party?
We're not here for you.
Going to see the midwife maybe?
I'll wake her up for you.
You nuts, Max? Stop it!
A brandy. Got a phone token?
You don't need one. Go ahead.
Mr. Henri, please.
Mr. Henri what?
Henri Ducros.
I call him Mr. Riton.
Count me in for 50%.
You won't regret it.
Excuse me, fellas.
Listen to me.
- I'm listening. - Anybody with you?
I'm with Angelo and Bastien. We're talking over a job.
Listen good, Riton.
Don't leave your room for anything.
There's something fishy going on. Get me?
Sure.
Get rid of them fast.
Once they're gone, pick up again.
Just a sec.
Rotten luck, guys.
I can't come with you.
Family troubles. I can't get out of it.
This is a real drag, Riton.
I was counting on you.
They're counting on me, too, and have for a lot longer.
Had I known, I'd have asked someone else.
You'll find someone.
- Sorry for the bother. - No bother.
It's me who's sorry.
So long, guys. Some other time.
Still there?
Are they gone?
Hold on.
They just drove off. What's up?
I'll tell you in person.
Take your heap and meet me outside 40, Rue des Détroits.
Right, 40. Two times 20. Near the Porte des Ternes.
Make sure you aren't tailed.
Gotcha.
We need more customers like him.
- Nobody shadowed you? - No, I was careful.
Drive in here - Shove over. I'll drive.
Where are we?
I got a place in the building. We'll park in the garage.
What's this monkey business with Angelo?
It's a long story. I'll tell you upstairs.
It's about time you saw something.
Whose is this?
Mine.
Must have cost a million.
More than that, buddy. It's a special.
How much?
Five million.
Come take a look.
Here's our piggy bank. I stashed our loot in cartridge cases.
Two gold bars per case.
That makes 50 pounds. Easier to carry this way.
And you run around with our 50 million under your ass?
You nuts? I brought this heap over straight from the factory
the night before our job.
The next day I stashed it away. It's been here ever since.
See? I played it right.
Why d'you say that?
I don't get it, Max.
I'll explain upstairs.
Funny lock you got there.
Ever heard of burglars?
You never told me about this crib.
It's just a little investment. I don't come here often.
Sit down. I'll be right back.
Not bad.
I almost like it better than your other pad.
It's quieter.
The other one was quiet, too.
Not anymore.
Sit down, I said.
Try some of this. It's from a pal in Nantes.
You'll have to settle for biscuits.
Dig in.
Remember tonight, at the club...
I left you to see Lola?
Know who was in her dressing room?
Josy and Angelo going at it like there was no tomorrow.
Why didn't you tell me?
I keep my mind on serious business, not on petting parties.
I don't mix the two.
I hope you get my drift.
Now tell me why you told Josy.
What can I say?
To keep her hanging on.
She told me I'd come to nothing,
that I'd never have a joint like Pierrot and Marinette.
So I told her not to worry.
I had what we needed.
You're right. I'm a chump.
More like a dope, if you ask me.
But the real problem is Angelo.
What's Angelo after?
You really have no idea?
No idea why he invited you out on a bum steer at 2:00 a.m.?
Use your brains, for once.
I still don't see.
I'll tell you.
To take you somewhere quiet and work you over
to get our stash.
And for insurance, he tried to snatch me, too.
Get the picture now?
I'll settle Angelo's score.
Sure you will. Rub him and his boys out?
So? That's my business.
You're gonna keep us out of this.
This was my last job. We were sitting pretty.
I'd been waiting for this.
I was fed up years ago with all our bullshit.
I want to retire, understand?
I know, Max.
Get a load of your mug.
The bags under your eyes. And mine.
And this, and this. Think we're a pretty sight?
No, pal, it's time to sign off.
You're exaggerating.
Like hell I am. I know what's what.
Poor Riton.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
Tomorrow, we swap our gold bars for nice little banknotes.
I wanted to wait, but you had to be a wise guy.
So we don't fix Angelo?
Nope. We even let him have Josy. It'll do you a favor.
Not hungry?
We better turn in if we're gonna get any shut-eye.
Some pajamas.
And a towel.
Here's a toothbrush. There's toothpaste on the sink.
Take your own bed. I can crash here.
Suit yourself.
About Josy, what would you do in my shoes?
How should I know?
I'll never be in your shoes, you knucklehead.
Hello, angel.
Your uncle's in a meeting. You can wait in my office.
Put it down there.
This stuff's heavy.
As lovely as ever.
Be serious, Max. He's your uncle, after all.
This way it stays in the family.
It's a pleasure to see our friends in good shape.
You ignore them. We haven't seen you in months.
Business, doll, business.
Count on me, sir.
Thank you, my good man.
Hello, Uncle.
Go on in. I'm in a hurry.
Take the other two.
I'm not taking any calls.
This all of it?
In what form?
Gold bars.
No certificates of origin, of course?
Maybe you'd like an invoice, too?
How much is there?
200 pounds.
This junk is heavy!
It's yellow stuff.
This the best you can offer me?
REWARD... STOLEN SEPT. 5, 1953 - ORLY AIRPORT
8 GOLD BARS - 25 POUNDS EACH
Think business is easy?
I'm not crazy about this.
Isn't it your line? How much can you offer?
35 million.
You're way off the mark. They're worth at least 50.
Sure, with a certificate of origin.
But I have to melt them down, find fake reference numbers.
All that costs.
If you don't like it, I'm out.
Get them out of here.
This isn't a warehouse.
You're getting greedy, Oscar.
What about all the bloodsuckers I have to pay off to keep quiet,
so that they don't have a chance to get too nosy?
You gonna grease their palms for me?
Pour us some drinks.
You're all the same. To you, a fence is a crook.
Don't waste your breath. Just cough up.
35 million just like that?
Think I have that much on hand?
First, I have to get rid of them one by one.
It'll take at least 10 days.
Gold coins would have gone quicker.