Soldiers just arrived.
- Here it is. - Are you sure?
We can cross here. Look. Hand me that wood. Do you doubt that?
- Well it doesn't seem... - Do you see that? Look.
- He's not sure. See? - Ok?
Well, go.
You see? Here is shallow water, look and you didn't believe me.
Oops, a little bit deeper here.
Shit!
Are you coming?
Here, hold on to it.
Good, good... Watch out there's a hole!
- Here, take it. Hold it! - What are you doing?
- I'll thow the money on river bank. - Cut it out! It's too far!
- Calm down! Don't you trust me again? - Don't throw it! Don't do it, it's too far!
- Shit! - Stop! Watch out!
Come back François! François!
- Shit! - François, they drifted away!
- That was your share! - Good then.
- What's in those bushes over there? Look Jacques! - A little boat. You kidding me.
...and the search of the area continued the whole night,
despite the effort of the dogs, helicopters and armed forces,
we must confirm that their effort was fruitless.
- Hi. - Hello. - Hello.
- So? Are you gonna buy me a drink? - Chapaigne, the best one you have.
- Do you have Crystal? - Yes, of course.
Give me the bottle.
- What's your name? - Sylvia.
And you? What's your name?
- Jacques! Jacques! Jacques! - So what's my name? What is it?
- I read my horoscope in the morning. - And? What did it say?
That i fall in love.
Paris, July 1978.
So, Isabelle? Where's my gift?
- Thanks. - Can we begin?
Be brave Isabelle, get on me.
Why are you doing this?
Because i don't like the laws.
i don't like the laws and i don't want to be a slave of the alarm clock the whole my life.
I don't want the whole my life just to dream. I don't want always to think,
how i have to work a half year, so i could buy some thing.
- No. No! - What do you expect from the life?
- Recognition? Money? - Money, Money! All of you...
just keep talking abot them, always the same. But i'm completely different.
What exactly am i doing? I'm looking for the money in the places where they are, that means in the banks.
Regarding the politics, are you on the left or the right?
Neither side. I think politics are dirty game it's better to keep the distance from it.
I don't trust any politician.
- Do you consider yourself as a dangerous individual? - Dangerous... And according to you?
I don't know, maybe i'm dangerous. I don't know. Why are you asking?
Depends to whom. For instance i don't play with cops...
Shoot it!
Good photograph, publish it!
Dangerous... Probably yes. I'm probably dangerous.
- What kind of old age and death will you have? - Old age. Honestly, i don't think i'll live that long.
One day they shoot me to death, it completly makes sense. Natural.
After all for some one who was in prison with maximum security, there are no rules.
- Like me, i live without rules. - Without rules and without hope?
- Do you have any plans? - I've got a lot of plans. Plans...
Close the prison with maximum security. I lived there for 5 years.
Can you imagine? The whole 5 years! i want all of those who sit there to let go!
I've seen over there, how they break people, how they destroy them.
But our Mr. Minister, Alain Perfite he didn't get it yet,
i am an excellent shooter and i can kill a few judges.
Do we need in France gangs of Bordeleo? Do we need Red brigades?
Let them ask themselves the question. Because if there will be need to go in their neighborhoods,
to train with Palestinians, I'll go! They can shit their pants!
- Do you want something to drink? Coffee? - with delight. - Sugar?
- Jacques Merine. - Yes? - They write about you in "Match".
Not even a year have passed.
Today's menu, lamb legs. I'm getting sick of these english meals.
"if there will be need to join Palestinian, i'll come... "
"if there will be need, i'll start wave of violence France never seen before".
- I said it and i will do it. - "I'm the expert on explosives". Moron!
- Next? - "... can kill a few judges"
- What kind of nonsense is this?! - It's not a nonsense.
- It's a revolution. - A what? - A revolution!
We are a criminals, not a revolutionists. We are not going to destroy the system.
You see honey? This is typical little cry baby.
Sam is short, his ideals are small.
I'm not overestimating my power and i'm not calling for vendetta against the state.
- That's it! - Yeah, that's it.
Well, i won't sign your magazine then.
You can wipe your ass with it.
- Please stop it. François, come to the table. - I don't work like this.
Simple just know how to use media. That's all.
- We have to talk. - Anytime. But now come to the table.
I'm inviting you to the table of accused.
i have a great plan. we kidnap a billionaire.
- What are we going to do? - What kind of question is that? Think about it.
I tell you, the one i've chose is a big fat cat.
Old fart is forcing people to live in rabbit holes.
It's a serious thing, you can trust me. And then... You know what we gonna do then?
We'll buy the bazookas and we attack the prison.
Listen Jacques, we attack the prison, again why not...
- And then? What else do you want to drag me in to? - After all... - Besides you're not going ever stop.
You want to destroy this sytem and on contrary i want to profit from it.
simply you're fool, you don't realize the consequences.
- Fool? - Fool. - What's this fool? I don't understand you at all.
Sarthe, june 1979.
- Hi, how are you? Is Mr. Leliévre at home? - I'm his son. And you are?
Inspector Vaugier, police. Can we go in?
- What's going on? - Do you own a few houses for rent?
We'd like to talk about that.
Wait.
Thank you.
Two cops are here and they want to talk to you.
- How can i be to use for you gentlemen? - We received a complaint from...
a few renters of your apartments, regarding a bad living conditions.
We ask you to come with us to police station.
- Couldn't we to take care of it here? - Please, how would it look like.
Well in that case let's go. I hope it won't take too long.
- Tell Charlie, to get the car ready... - That won't be necessary, we have a car.
- We can bring you back. - Excellent, lets go then.
Thank you for understanding.
From now on you're in hands of Palestine Liberation Organization.
What? Palestine? And what's my connection with it?
We rent apartments in Paris and i'm not a jew.
What's the difference?
- You will pay me. I'm Jacques Mesrine. - Mesrine? - right.
How long am i gonna be here?
Depends on you. If you reach deep in your pockets you can go home.
- How much do you need? - 10 millions in cash.
- 10 millions? - Yeah.
What are... 10 millions is too much. I'll dissapoint you, but i'm 82 years old. I rather be killed.
- Then give us eight. - No. - I didn't understand. - No.
Do you think we are morons, you old fart?
- Seven and we go separate ways for good! - No!
- How much can you pay me then, you penny pincher? - Six... in four payments.
Aha, in four payments?! In four!
So, you'll pay in three payments and if you try to screw me,
i put the bullet in you, for free! Got it? - Yes.
- Did you get it? - Yes, i did.
Right word of obedient old man.
Excellent, realy good cognac. We are not that different Mr. Mesrine.
We both like good things and to get them,
we have to steal from honest hard working man. And why not?
What are you talking about? We've got nothing in common. You are an exploiter and i'm a revolutionary.
It's not the same thing.
- Mr. Mesrine, what's the difference between a revolutionary and gangster? - What is it, a riddle?
A Revolutionary would already put a bullet in my head and left my body in a trunk of some car,
in the meanwhile gangster needs a ransom, he wants the money and then he let me go free.
Will you do it too?
You forgot the third option.
I'll take your money, put a bullet in your head and i put you in a trunk.
- How about that? - In that case, everything they write abou you in newspapers,
Mesrine is honorable gangster, he stands behind his word, all of it is just crap.
- Jacques, look! ... accomplice of wanted Jacques Mesrine,
François Besse, with whom he escaped from prison in De la Santé.
Mesrine...
After a few months Besse parted ways with the Public enemy Nbr. 1
Belgian police arrested Bessa and his three accomplices not far from Brussels,
in cooperation with french counter-terrorist agency.
Belgian police... - Only the biggest moron...
could get caught by belgian cops.
As i know him he won't stay there for too long.
Your excellency, i invite you to the table.
- For now it's calm, nothing is happening. - Have a look.
- We've been stuck here for too long. When will we go to get the money? - Let him wait. It's better to wait...
- Wait, somebody stopped next to Lefebvre's car. Let me see.
Asshole, i saw it.
They're cops, scumbags.
Let's test the toughness of their glasses.
So you brought the cops? Here you go!
You wanted to screw me! Just wait.
Let's split. Move it!
Your shitty son double crossed me, he talked to cops!
I swear, it won't happen again.
It's in your interest, trust me.
I have two good news.
First: old grandpa can go back home because his famous son...
paid first payment of ransom. And second news... watch...
Hold it! I'll take a picture of you. MESRINE STYLE ESCAPE"
Say cheese. One, two, three... cheese.
Done.
Here!
Life is beautiful and full of suprises.
Hello. Welcome.
- If you allow me i'd like to show you... - Stop it, i'll take this one.
- I'll get the key right away. - Hurry up!
...la la la, don't give a shit.
Move!
Where are the cops?
And here we are.
Try that one.
How much is it?
- I give up. - You're under arrest.
Do you like it?
Here you go.
Last year, in may of 1979, when was Mesrine sentenced to 20 years in prison,
the only thing was on his mind, how to escape, because he always needs...
to draw attention on himself and confirm his reputation as "The Public Enemy nbr. 1".
Paris, August of 1979.
Charly!
Charly Bauer, invisible man.
- It's not easy to get together with you. - You know, i have so little time, Jacques.
Organization, comrades to which i report...
I completely forgot, your ultra-left comrades want to thank you...
something to drink, to eat, to go out. Is it true? - You think, you destroy the system by yourself?
No, i don't think so, i know so. I know what i am doing.
Have you read the newspapers? And my book?
- Have you read my book? - Some parts. And not all of it i liked,
because there's nothing in it I could relate to.
nor what i fight for...
I tell it to you this way,
if we've met during the war in Algeria, we would fight against each other.
- I know that and i would kill you. - Don't be mistaken,
just because you and me don't have anything...
Ok... i've to go home, to my family.
- Keep in touch. - Yeah.
- If you need something don't be shy. - It'll happen soon, friend.
What kind of moves are these? What? Where are your manners?
- What manners? - Shaking your butt in front of my friend.
- What should i say to you. You're just a cheap whore. - What's that?
- Should I remind you where i bought you? - You bought me? Nobody ever bought me!
- Anybody with some extra money. - I said that nobody ever paid for me!
I'll never be bought! If you'd just appreciate me a little bit,
you wouldn't talk like that. - You talk about respect? Come here!
You're going talk about respect? And the same time you're acting like a whore in front of my friend!
- What friend? - Shut up! Listen to me.
He was in jail with me. In jail! And that's enough.
François was your friend, but you always must have the last word, that's why you're alone!
That's how you end up... completely alone!
- Why? You want to leave me? - What are you talking about?
- Sylvia, you don't love me anymore? - Leave me alone.
- Don't you love me anymore? - I want us to leave. To leave.
- We'll leave, honey. - You always lie. - No, i don't.
We won't go anywhere, they'll kill you. You will get killed. - No, nobody will die.
- Promise it. Promise it! - I promise you, no one will die.
- Charly. - Hi.
Hey you little. My little man.
You're my little man.
No, that's not your mom. Dear, take a care of visitors.
Awful conditions and at the same time an effort to break you down, humiliate you.
That's true. They lock you up so they can make an animal out of you, living dead.
We need to end this repressive, agressive system,
whos existence is based on judgements.
Are you aware, that gilotine compared to prison with maximum security...
it's like amnesty?
1) blow up the prison 2) free up our comrades
3) build an army together.
Do you want to screw the system? Then you're only pickpocketing thief.
- The need to rob from banks and not... - Banks will always be around.
What are you doing with the money after robberies? You're buying expensive jewelry for your girl and cars for yourself.
Actually you're not fighting the system but you're supporting it.
- I escaped from prison many times. - How many times did you get caught?
- Have you given any thought to it? - They won't get me anymore.
They'll have to kill me. They won't have any other choice.
Otherwise I'm going to die by natural death.
Honey! Where you going?
- Well, well. - I can't talk about anything in front of her.
She would cut my balls.
- What are you doing? - I want to scatter the smoke.
- It's bad for your health. - Stop it! You think you'll get killed by cigars?
You never know.
- Tell me you're happy. - I'd like to go away from here.
We stay for a little while and then we leave this country.
Don't worry if we stay together, nothing will happen to us.
We love each other forever.
You're my treasure.
- I love you. - I love you too.
That's Charly.
- Do you know Dallier? Jacques Dallier? - Fascist journalist.
Corrupted journalist who works for miniscule newspapers...
Read it. Read! Read it out loud!
- "Mesrine, gangster without a bit of honor". - He writes about me!
"The kind who doesn't stand behind his word and snitches on his friends". Asshole!
So what do you intend?
Let's go.
In the car! Get in the car!
Charly!
Reveal to me, your newspapers "Minute" are they only for prisons with special regime?
"Minute" are too extreme. As soon as i get the money for interview i'll go to live on an island.
An island? And why not a french countryside?
French? Maybe when France was proud and respected... But then, in 40's it surrendered to Hitler
and 20 years later to strong Africa and Arabs too.
- So you think Algerie doesn't belong to algerians? - And America belongs to indians?
Who makes the country strong, savage or white man?
- You used to be a cop. What do you think about them? - They're idiots, bunch of scumbags.
You should see how he crawls around you big Jacques here, Mesrine there,
despise them.
In october of 1961 police was completely different. Knew how to stand up to criminals.
But back then they had old Papón. He was a powerful director.
If it would be you i would take care of Broussard. He intends something with your daughter.
- That's true. And what plans they have regarding me? - They want to kill you.
I'm sure about that.
Wait here!
- Do you want a piece of gum? - No.
Kalashnikov is good weapon.
- Dallier! - Go.
Here you go.
Go!
This way.
Go, keep going! Quickly! Move!
- You think he's capable of it? - What do i know what these types are capable of?
Do we start the interview?
I will speak to Jacques Mesrine who's ready to answer my questions.
- Are you Jacques Mesrine? - Maybe I am.
So, you are Jacques Mesrine.
I don't know what you have been told, but you seem nervous.
- Are you scared of something? - It only seems to you.
You're not comfortable.
- I'm shocked. - Why are you shocked?
After all you came to do interview with me.
Have you kidnapped Mr. Lelievre?
- Put the microphone down. - What's that? - I told you to put the microphone down!
Take all of your clothes off! You want interview? We do it right now.
But first we have to see you. Let's go, get undressed! Take them off!
So we see you came here for an interview.
Take them off! They could think you belong to us, but you don't.
- You always need a material, aren't you? - What do you mean?
And then we put handcuffs.
- And now, my dear... we'll play. - Hands! Hands behind your back!
- Mesrine, we are... - Shut up! I'm talking now!
- Listen to me... - Shut up!
I explain to you what we're going to do. Dallier won't be doing the interview...
...but Jacques Mesrine will ask the questions. - Wait, don't do it!
Jacques Dallier. That's right, Dallier. That's the name of this dirt!
- Who do you work for? What cheap newspapers you work for? - "Minute".
- What? - "Minute". - Oh yes, for "Minute", the fascist newspapers.
Did you write this? Did you write an article about me? It is your article, isn't it?
- That's not my article. - I advise you, you better don't lie to me.
That was you! You wrote the article!
What? You wrote that i'm not honest to my friends!
I don't deal with my friends like that. You tarnished me!
My friend is here. Ask him if i'm honest man!
If I'm honest!
Journalists, who talk shit about me, i break their neck! I break it!
I show you how we used to do it in Algerie. Look! You die, you asshole!
That's enough. Stop! Don't be a fascist like him!
Stop! If you want to, shoot him and let's end this.
You right.
Not necessary! We already made too much noise.
Anyway he's dead.
- You read the papers? - Why?
- That dick Dallier is alive. Would you believe it? - He's alive? So? Only better.
Better? What's so better about it? It's a disaster! I told you not to send the photograph.
Even journalists, your followers are shocked!
He wasn't even a reporter, just a regular snitch.
Judge however you want. You pissed off journalists! You attacked one of them!
- Oh, one of them. So what? Just one. - Read what the press is writing.
From now on, my friend, bear the repercussions yourself.
Hi my love. If you're listening this cassette my little Sylvia,
i won't be here. It's only my voice, my voice for your remembrance.
That's the way it is my baby, your man is dead. He was shot in barrage of police bullets.
You know kitty, the man who chose the life of war, robberies,
won't die by a natural death.
At the end, it's not important if i died alone or in police fire.
My death is like meaningless airplane catastrophy or unfortunate coincidence.
You know, death doesn't even exist.
Death doesn't mean anything for someone who knew how to live.
I can say I didn't waste my life.
A love for the law didn't work out, but i had other love...
...a love for woman, for you.
I became a gangster. That was my choice.
I chose such life, an easy one, a criminal one,
my victims have always been or almost always been a filthy rich.
After death i won't be guilty any more, because i'll pay for everything.
It's weird, people think of you as hero.
but honestly, in the world of gangsters heros don't exist.
In this world there are only people, who live outside of the law.
I would die with gun in my hand even if i couldn't use it.
I can't know that, but i know this...
If you're listening this cassette, i am in cell i can't escape from.
november 2nd, 1979.
Your newspapers Robert.
Barre pays off his last debt to Robert Boulin
Once again they're full of crap...
Forget about it.
Coming out! Coming out!
Woman came out... with dog.
She's walking down on Billiar. She's going towards Monceni.
She'll show up in three seconds.
This is Dom. What's she doing?
She's looking around.
A man is coming out of the building. He's looking around.
He's getting closer... He's on Billiar.
- What's he doing? - He's heading toward Moncen.
He's getting away from me. He's coming your way.
Yeah, I see him, he's on Billiar.
I lost him!
Gégé, do you see him?
I repeat, I don't know where he went.
Damn!
I see him. He's walking slowly but not stopping.
Shit! What am i going to do if he'll find me here? Boss, what should i do?
Relax Gégé, he won't notice anything. - He's coming, He's coming
He's looking at the truck. He's getting closer!
That's all. I'm turning it off!
Gégé.
Gégé!
- I don't see them. - What do you mean you don't see them?
They were next to me, but i lost them. Do you see them? I don't see them.
Good, just calm down.
I don't see anybody... They just showed up!
Idiot!
I see Mesrine! He's with girl friend in his BMW.
83CSG75. I repeat...
Gégé, he's backing up towards you.
Copy. BMW is backing up towards me.
It stopped.
Both of them are getting out of the car, she first.
She went in the building. He got out of the car.
He's walking towards me. - Calm, keep calm.
He's coming towards me. He's coming towards me! What should i do?
Speak Gégé! Do you copy?
Gégé!
he was leaning on me. I almost shit my pants. Shit!
He's putting things in the trunk.
She got in the car again.
- They're going your way. - I see them.
We're moving towards Monceni.
- In a few days I'll go to Milan to see Charly. - Milan? What for?
- I have to. - Why?
He wants to introduce me to his friends from Red brigades.
- Will you take me with you? I can't. Maybe next time.
BMW went by me. Is going by an average speed.
- Don't be sad. You can furnish our new apartment, while i'm away. - Not without you.
- Suspect is standing three cars from me. - All cars: Move towards Porte de Clignancourt.
I'll be back soon.
This is Dom. We're approaching Cornenau.
- Do you love me? - Sure.
Suspect went on green light. All units: The operation started!
This is Gégé. I'm moving to Clignancourt.
Shit!
Did you know i was born just a half mile from here?
BMW is approaching the square.
BMW is arriving at square.
Shit!
Go ahead, go.
Get out! Get out! I said get out! Did you understand?!
Let's go! Move, quickly! Get on the ground! On the ground!
- Lie down! Don't move. Stop twitching! - You killed my dog!
Hold her. Hold her! Stop twitching!
Dog is here. Take him to a veterinarian.
Seal it over here.
Where did the truck go?
It's over. He's dead.
- Hold her. Shut your mouth! Shut up! - You killed my dog!