Some events of this movie are based on fiction. It's not possible to completely show the complexity of a man's life, which everybody perceives differently.
Public Enemy N° 1
PARIS: Porte de Clignancourt September 2nd 1979
Go away!
- Sir, Inspector, only one question... - There's nothing that will help him.
- How many of you were there? - Maybe 30, not more.
- How long have you been following them for? - You know all the details...
- I'll inform you about everything. - Couldn't you have made a mistake?
No, absolutely not.
- Did the operation go without complications? - Yes. Two teams worked on it,
...detectives and guys from command center.
One last question...
Open the doors. We saw him carry the weapons. He had two grenades.
We fired a warning shot... He didn't want to give it up. We had no other choice.
We would've lost him if he'd managed to get to the circle.
Jojo! Bring the stretchers!
We've seen everything important. Let's go.
Hold on.
Year 1973...
...thursday...
...eighth...
...of march.
Testimony...
... of Mesrine, Jacques.
Hey, you clown. What do you think would break first, handcuffs or radiator?
My last name is Merine not Mesrine!
Like the name "Miromesnil", it is with an "s" but you don't pronounce it.
That's enough Mesrine! Let's talk about your friend,
- Grangier Ardouin. - I don't know him.
Seriously, I don't know him.
- Mister Jacques. Welcome. - Hey, what's going on?
- Looks like you gained a few. - Are you crazy? I've been on a diet for the last three months.
- Really? Let me see. - You see?
- Armed to the teeth. - Yeah, like it's supposed to be.
Clear.
- Wait! Where are you going? - Come on, one more right here.
On the floor! All of you on the floor!
On the floor!
Nobody moves! Lie down!
I said don't move!
Put all money in the bag! Hurry up! Everybody stay down!
Hurry! Hurry! Let's go!
- Good girl. - We're outta here! We're outta here!
The bank teller... ok she recognized me... sure, because I didn't have a mask on... so?
- She identified your accomplice too. - I don't give a shit.
First, I don't know any of them and secondly, my buddies always wear masks.
Maybe she eats too many carrots.
We caught you too easy.
Freeze! Don't move! Hold him!
- You're confessing to the robbery and the murder attempt. - Yes, I am.
- But you are not confessing to the kidnapping. - Why should I admit to something
...that I haven't done.
It's completely logical I won't admit something I haven't done.
We'll take you to the court in Compiegne.
You'll be locked up... for a very long time.
In three months I won't be there. You wanna bet?
- What again? - I have to go to bathroom.
- Hold it. - I am sick! Am I supposed to shit my pants in front of judge?
- Mesrine, move. - Sure.
Am I going to wipe my ass with my foot or what?
Hold on.
Now you can.
And what about you? What do you want? Are you gay or do you want to smell my shit? Let me shit!
Am I supposed to shit right here? Loosen up the cuffs. I won't run.
Ahh, what a relief.
Hurry!
Now I feel better.
Mister Mesrine, stand here...
Your honor, by law I shouldn't have these handcuffs on.
It's a violation of my rights.
It's sounds very funny when you talk about the law.
- For your defense you won't need to use your hands. - Your honor...!
Enough! That's enough Mesrine!
Everyone on the ground! Let's go!
Unlock my handcuffs! Hurry! Fat ass next to the wall, let's go!
Nobody moves!
Get out of there!
Stay on the floor! You get up! Move!
On the floor!
Hands up! On the floor!
Everybody with your face to the floor!
Let's go!
Quickly after him!
This won't help your case, Mesrine.
- Don't shoot! - Stay over there!
Put the gun down! Move!
- Hurry or I kill him! - Easy, take it easy.
All of you back off!
- Get out of here! - Move, after him!
Go! Go!
- Why did you let the judge go? - Move!
Faster!
- Jacques! - Watch out!
Hand me the gun. Back up or I'll shoot!
I said BACK UP!
I'll kill you, you moron!
Good bye, good luck!
Robert caught a bullet. Can you take it out?
I don't know, I'll have to take a look.
Here.
- Jacques, I have a news from your family. - What news?
Your father is sick... Come, I'll take a look.
Shit!
Jacques Mesrine may not have committed his most serious crime ever, yesterday,
but definitely his boldest.
First, he chose the place of his escape.
After being arrested in march of this year, Mesrine said he didn't agree with the sentence.
He knew that his appeal hearing would be held in Compiegne court.
When they arrived he asked the guards permission to go to the bathroom.
He knew his accomplices hid a gun in a toilet
without being noticed by the guards. They didn't even realize that Jacques Mesrine was armed.
He yelled: "I'll kill the judge..." - That's a lie! I never said that.
...all french police now know
that Jacques Mesrine must be considered as "The Public Enemy Number 1"
Number 1. Number 1!
Hello.
Dad. Dad it's me. Can you see? It's me Jacques.
- Jacques. - How do you feel? - You came...
I thought I'd pay you a little visit since all the banks are closed.
Fool.
- You came... Have you seen your daughter yet? - No, not yet.
I wasn't the best son, but my father was proud of me.
That's the way I was born. Forgive me.
That's the way I am.
- It's my fault. - No, no.
What ever happens you will always be her father.
I know.
Like you will always be my son.
Yes.
Forgive me, please forgive me.
- I think you should go. - Yes, I will.
Except the children, mother and friends there's no one else here.
He's not that big an idiot to come here.
Paris, september, 1973
- What's that? A souvenir from a fight? - No, it's from boxing.
Oh, so you're a boxer.
Michel is a boxer too.
- Do you know how to drive? - Yeah.
We're planning a small job. Are you interested?
A stolen car has been reported. It's a silver Renault 16,
license plate number is 7791YL75. - We spotted the reported vehicle.
Unit... we got the car.
Shit!
The street is not an ashtray, sir. We'll have to give you a fine.
Get out of the car and show us your papers, please.
I'm waiting. Get out of the car!
Don't resist! Put your hands behind your back! Quickly!
Shit.
Move out of my way.
Stop! Stop!
Get out of the car! Open the door! Hurry!
Get out!
Don't move!
Go already!
Fast!
Step on it!
Faster! Faster!
Go!
Let's leave!
Out of way!
Come on, the train is here!
Move! Quick! Jump in!
Nobody moves! Shut up! Sit down!
Shit!
Who are you starring at? Stare at the floor!
I knew he'd fuck it up. He's an asshole! They almost got us because of him!
You're always the smartest one and I'm an idiot. And now leave me alone!
Alone? What are you talking about?! The cops got him! Now that moron is blabbing to them!
Listen to me! I only choose those who knows how to keep their mouth shut.
Go fuck yourself!
Always!
If you're so sure about it then you'll have to do it without me.
I'm done, Mesrine!
- Then leave! - I'm gone!
You get out of here too! Come on! Get out!
Inspector Broussard!
- Are we going to wait any longer? - I'll let you know.
- My guys have been on the roof for 8 hours already and it's raining. - I know. We have a plenty of time.
Moron.
Open up! It's the police.
It's the Police! The building is surrounded!
The police! Open up!
- The house is surrounded! - What? What's going on?
- Who is it? What do you want from me? - Open up or we kick in the door!
Go fuck yourselves! I belong to Baader's!
I'll blow it all up! Long live the revolution!
Quickly, get dressed! Move yourself!
Of course... Danke schun.
That's enough Jacques, you lost.
- Who do you think you are talking to me like that? - Robert Broussard, police inspector.
Aha, Broussard, the one with the beard like a sailor. All the newspapers write about you.
Exactly.
- Let's end this circus. Give up! - I don't care!
How can I trust you? Slip your identity card through the door so I can see it.
- So you could shoot me? - Or you me, when i try to pick it up?
You're right.
So then what? I'm giving you my word, you can trust me.
I won't fire. Come on Broussard, don't hesitate.
- Ok Jacques. - I'm waiting.
Catch.
So what?
- Broussard? - Yes?
- I have two requirements. - I hope they're reasonable...
The first one is that you won't touch the girl who's here with me.
And the second one, I need 20 minutes to get something in order.
Do you have any other wish? Would you like a car with a driver?
If I want it, maybe that too. You are not in position to negotiate, Broussard.
So? I'm waiting!
So what is it!
You got 20 minutes, Jacques. 20 minutes!
Jacques, what should I do?
Answer me, Jacques. Can I help you with something?
- What are they going to do with me? - Bring me the matches from the table.
- I'm scared. - Bring the matches!
Here you go.
They'll arrest me. You think they'll put me in jail? I don't want to go to jail...
- Calm down. Easy. - How can I calm down, they will...
Calm down!
Are you finished? Are you calm?
- What will they do with me? - Don't worry. Everything will be all right.
Just take it easy, quiet...
What are you waiting for, Mesrine? What are you doing in there?
We gave you 20 minutes not 40.
Broussard, are you brave enough to come in here without a gun and bulletproof vest?
- Why? - I want to know, if you can do it.
So, are you coming in or are you scared?
Hey! Broussard?
Well, ok then.
See? I took the vest off and put the gun away.
And what about you? Do you have a courage to come out without the gun?
As you can see, I do.
Hey you, the artist, take a picture of us together. The big glory moment of Inspector Broussard!
If you insist.
Didn't you wonder why I didn't kill you and your buddies?
We cops do not wonder, but we act.
Because the woman was here. Just because of that... that she was here.
Next time there won't be a woman nor champagne. Just the two of us.
To our next meeting.
Prison de la Santé Paris, 1973.
Guard!
- What do you need Jacques? - What kind of guy is he, that Pinochet?
- He's Chilean general. - A general in Chile?
The whole page about some Pinochet but not a word about me!
- There was a coup. - A coup? Bring me the typewriter.
- I want to write something! - Alright, I'll try.
Go!
Pinochet. Pinochet!
County jail...
" KILLER INSTINCT" What do you think it is?
- This is my book. - This is not a book, it is the death sentence.
You have a trial in two months and you're publishing a book in which you're confessing to committing 40 murders.
At this moment every policeman in France is studying your book.
And after they finish, they'll use everything from your memoirs in a indictment against you.
- Well in that case they have to be retarded. - What do you mean?
- This is not the truth? - Audiences love a story, the action...
- And? - And i don't think that a jury will believe
....that I am such an idiot, that I would confess to something that would put me on the guillotene.
And in the eyes of the nation I'm a star.
You entertain the nation but at the same time you horrify it.
And as far as they can push the fear by not letting you go free, they won't.
So middle-class, such a funny honest word.
They allowed you a visit.
- I grew up. - I see.
- I cannot but notice. - I'm not a child anymore.
- You really are beautiful. - Thanks.
- And how are... your brothers? - Boris and Bruno are doing fine,
...they're acting like fools, otherwise nothing is new.
- That's weird. - Yes.
- Didn't you ride your bike with some punks. - Do you want to play being a father...?
- I didn't come here to be lectured. - Alright, just be careful.
- When are you coming back home? - It won't be that soon.
Honey, I'm sorry... I'd rather meet you under different circumstances.
At least I know where I can always find you.
I miss you.
Jacques Mesrine, are you still denying contact with Michel Ardouin?
I already said I don't know him. I do not know him!
Michel Ardouin stand up so Mesrine can see you better.
I'm telling you I don't know him. I would remember that nose for sure.
Do you admit that you took a chief judge as a hostage during your escape?
I hid behind justice as any decent citizen would.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing, if your escape doesn't change to kidnapping.
Sir, in clothes from 101 dalmatians, escape is everyone's bound duty and their right,
and it is a business too,
and so I wouldn't just talk in the wind. Ladies and gentlemen, in my hand I have a key. Can you see?
And do you know what kind of key it is? It is, by coincidence, a key for my handcuffs.
Just look! And do you know how I got hold of it?
I simply bought it from my guard for a half million of old franks.
Sirs, journalists, dear jury,
...this is your system, which you and the prosecutor are defending.
We are honored by his presence. Inspector Broussard,
who's sitting right next to the journalists. Inspector! Look at it yourself.
I'm done.
Tell us Mr. Mesrine, why would you need such a big arsenal of weapons that we found at your place?
Your honor, how should I explain it...
Since I was a kid, this unexplainable feeling of vulnerability has followed me.
You should thank me...
I analyze murderers, I help cops, I provide work for the doctors at the emergency rooms.
Before us we have a picture of nice looking man.
That he is a gangster, who doesn't hurt any one,
he's even gentle to his victims...
All this is just a pretence, a mask covering a bestial animal.
Good gangsters don't exist, there are only gangsters and nothing more...
and before you is standing one.
Mesrine, you start shooting without thinking, when you see the situation is getting out of your hands.
Ladies and gentlemen, dear jury, you're deciding today about justice
...and you will decide the sentence.
The society which doesn't punish criminals, cannot be considered righteous.
So I am the public enemy number one?! What?
This is all bullshit.
I am the enemy of the government, the banks, yes, it is right and true.
I steal from them, that's why they don't like me,
...but when I steal from banks, I don't feel like I'm breaking the law.
I'm stealing from a bigger thief.
Do you want to put me in jail, throw away the key and forget about me?!
Go ahead, just stick me in there!
But remember what I said, I'll run away from there. I promise you that!
The jury with eight votes found guilty and sentenced...
Pierre Vondorin to 5 years on probation.
Michel Grangier to 7 years in prison.
Michel Ardouina to 10 years in prison.
Accused Jacques Mesrine to 20 years in a maximum security prison.
March, 1978
- Do you have a light? - Sure I do, Mr. Jacques.
Thanks.
- Hi, Luc. - Hey Jacques.
Hi.
Are you sweating on purpose or is this normal?
Could you at least answer me, I am Jacques Mesrine.
So what? What you doing in my yard?
Here, it is a custom to not hold anything from me.
Yeah , I've noticed.
- By the way, I have 3 escapes behind me. - Me too.
Maybe...
...I'd like to try one more time.
- My name is François Besse. - I know.
Control.
- It's ok boss, it's tin foil inside. - Alright
Mr. Jacques, your lawyer is here.
- Boss, I'm cold. I want to go back to my cell. - In two minutes, first we'll take Jacques back.
Two minutes?
Hello.
- What's going on? - It's about the story in Canada.
- But I don't have your manuscripts. - Then let's get them, right.
Boss! Boss!
- What do you want? - I need my manuscripts,
...I gave them to my neighbour.
- To Besse? - Yeah.
Can you do me a favour and bring them here, as fast as you can, please.
- Ok. - Thanks chief.
If anyone gets to know about this, nothing can help me.
- I'm done. - Don't worry,
...you are saving my life and I won't destroy yours.
- Will everything go smoothly? - It already did.
Mesrine wants his manuscripts.
- We've got a problem. - Move back.
What's going on, why are you over here?
Hey, what's happening here?! Both of you go inside, hurry!
- Pistols. - Catch!
- Lets go, take off your clothes! Quick, Quick! - Hey, what's going on over there?
- Hurry! Move! - What's going on?
- Move on! - I'm with you, I'm with you!
- To the wall! Faces to the wall! Move!
- Shut up! - Guys, take me with you.
- I saved your life. - Move it! Get in the cell!
Lets go, Lets go! Get in the cell! Move it!
Listen to me! You're a prisoner, get it?! Prisoner!
Here, catch!
Seven, eight... Put your hands closer to each other...
let's go, quit twitching!
Go! Go, be quiet!
Not a word! Move yourself!
- Hey, you! Get down! - Quick! Move!
Who wants to go with us? Let's go! Bad for you! - Move it!
Quickly, Quickly!
Don't move! Put the gun down!
Put it down!
- To the wall! To the wall! Hurry! - Catch!
- Take it off! Take it off! - Done!
Give me the gloves!
Francois, here are the gloves!
- Cover us! - What? - Cover us!
Whoever moves, I'll shoot him!
Hang the rope.
Stop! Police! We are confiscating the car. Get out!
- Move yourself! Jump off the rope, quick! - Get out of the car.
- Step out, please. - Get out of the car!
Get out!!
- Jump in! - Chris! - Get inside, quick!
Jump in!
Lets go!
...shocking ending. The pursuit of all Red Brigade members all over Italy.
...ended in murder.
Aldo Moro is dead.
Leader of the Christian Democrats paid with his life
after hideous intimidation by terrorists. This threat could've be avoided.
An anonymous caller noticed a parked car near the headquarters...
of the Communist party,
inside of which was found the dead body of Aldo Moro.
- Where have you been? You could've said something. - Jean-Luc, it's my honour and pleasure,
to introduce to you....princess Annie and princess Christiane.
- Good evening. - My cousin Jean-Luc,
- as you can see, he's armed. - Yeah.
Take a seat next to him and surround him with your warmth and charm.
You see, how badly he needs it?
- Is it real? - Take your hands off it!
- So, shall we begin? - Bruno, come here for a moment.
My princesses, excuse me for a moment. Wait here, I'll be right back.
- What's up? - What kind of whores are they?
- François, they're not whores. - Then who are they?
They're two charming students, who wants to have fun and we will help them with that.
We have to inform you that Public enemy number one is still free.
- Wait. - What for?
- We don't have a time for this. - François, sexual passion...
...is natural human necessity.
- I didn't have a girl for 5 years... - Do what I do, devote yourself to sport.
...two other prisoners ran away with Mesrine,
one was shot and the other succeded in his escape.
Escapees are armed. They managed to obtain a gun,
which helped them to remove all witnesses during the jailbreak.
- François, don't spoil my plans. - Go fuck yourself!
We're gonna go. Your friend doesn't want us here.
Wait, wait! Come to me! François, shit, you frightened them.
Turn the tv on.
- Don't trust journalists, they babble nonsense. - I think I'll take a walk.
Come on, again? François! François!
- That was you on tv, wasn't it? - You know the answer.
- Jacques Mesrine. - No, Merine.
Jacques Merine.
- Nice to meet you. - Jacques Merine, nice to meet you too.
Police inspector Vaugier and divisional inspector Lerio.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Is your boss here? - No, he isn't. I'm covering for him today.
- Are there always so many people here? - You came from Paris
...to ask how many people are here? - No comments, corporal.
- Tell me, how many of you are working here? - Here, a few tens of employees.
- Well, what did I say? It's not that bad. - Not at all. - No doubt.
- Why are you here? - Obviously you know,
...that your cutthroats escaped from prison. Did you hear any gossip about their plans?
- It's about Besse and Mesrine. - No, I didn't. And you think they could come here?
You never know with these guys, corporal.
Be careful, especially the shorter one, because he is very dangerous.
- Sure. - Sure...
Henry, we should be on our way. We have a lot of work to do. Thank you, corporal.
What can we do? See you later.
We thought there'd be five of them but they have a whole regiment there.
Don't whine! Even if they had a whole army in there you would act like a chicken.
See you.
- Are you talking about counterfeit money? - Yes, exactly.
And you'd probably like to check my safe.
That would be nice.
Do you have a court order?
No no, please. The court order.
- Court order? - Yes.
He's right. Do you have a warrant, inspector? I have it...
I have a brilliant order, clearly it is a metal one. Let's go grandpa, fill up the bag.
To the safe, move! Let's go, hurry! Open the safe!
Don't stare at me, help him out! Hurry up!
Run!
Get in!
Come on, go already!
Hang on!
Move!
- Shit! - What? Why did you stop?
Damn!
Platoon ready.
My leg...
Leaders of platoons. Get ready for the operation! Turn right!
Give me your tie.
Get in!
Hang on.
Jacques Merine together with his accomplice François Besse...
fled the crime scene in a car. Gangsters... - Enough of it, right?
This is way better. We change the clothes...
Thanks for them.
What do you say if instead of school...
we take a trip with uncle François and uncle Jacques?
with dad and mum too, if they want to? What?
We'll vote. I'm for it. François, what about you?
Aha, now it's two of us. And dad? He agrees too. And mum?
and kids. Excellent, everyone agrees.
Great, perfect!
So, are we going?
- careful... hang on. - Damn!
- Come here. What's your name? - Daniel.
Do you know how to get to Chafourux?
You take us and drop us off over there. Do we have a deal?
I don't have to tell you what happens if...
Good.
We can go.
Go, Go, faster!
Keep going, keep going.
Faster, faster!
Hello, madam. Control.
What's going on?
Control.
Could you please open the trunk?
- Put the armrest back and turn off the radio! - Kids, put it back.
God, help us.
Keep going please. Faster, go.
Stop!
Madam, have you noticed anything out of ordinary? Can we check your car.
Open the trunk please
Ok, thank you.
Just sit here quietly.
Bye madam.
- Hello, sir. - Hello.
- You haven't noticed on your way anything out of ordinary? - No.
- Everything alright kids? - Yes.
- We must check your car. - I've been on the road since 4 am!
- When will you finally get Mesrine? - Step out of the car.
- Open the trunk. - What's going on? I don't have anything there!
- Don't argue, we must check it out. - I said I don't have anything there!
You can go sir. Go, Go already!
Nobody's here.
Daniel, come closer. Come here! Don't be afraid!
Here, it's yours.
Reward for your trouble, but mainly for being quiet.
I understand. Okay.
- How much did you give him? - Some change, about a hundred.
- Hundred thousand for these lousy clothes? You're some businessman. - Come on, stop!
- You're good. Go. - Thank you.
Bye.
Soldiers just arrived.
- Here it is. - Are you sure?
We can cross here. Look. Hand me that stick. Do you doubt it?
- 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 the 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, it drifted away!
- That was your share! - Ok then.
- What's in those bushes over there? Look Jacques! - A little boat. Are 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? - Champagne, the best 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 this morning. - And? What did it say?
That I'd 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 to an alarm clock the rest my life.
I don't want to spend my life dreaming. I don't want to think,
...how i have to work half a year, so i can buy some thing.
- No. No! - What do you expect from this life?
-Recognition? Money? - Money, Money! All of you...
...just keep talking about 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 is a dirty game. It's better to keep your distance from it.
I don't trust any politician.
- Do you consider yourself a dangerous individual? - Dangerous...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 completely makes sense. Natural.
After all, for some one who was in maximum security prison, 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 maximum security prison. I lived there for 5 years.
Can you imagine? A whole 5 years! I want all of those who are in there to be freed!
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 pleasure. - Sugar?
- Jacques Mesrine. - Yes? - They write about him in "Match".
Not even a year has passed.
Today's menu, leg of lamb. 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 a wave of violence France has never seen before".
- I said it and I will do it. - "I'm an expert on explosives". Moron!
- Next? - "...can kill a few judges."
- What kind of nonsense is this?! - It's not nonsense.
- It's a revolution. - A what? - A revolution!
We are a criminals, not revolutionists. We are not going to destroy the system.
You see honey? This is typical little cry baby.
He 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.
It's simple, you just know how to use the media. That's all.
- We have to talk. - Anytime. But now come to the table.
I'm inviting you to the table of the 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 chosen is a big fat cat.
The 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're gonna do then?
We'll buy bazookas and we'll 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 the contrary, I want to profit from it.
Simply, you're a fool and 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 come 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 of use to you gentlemen? - We received a complaint from...
...a few renters of your apartments, regarding bad living conditions.
We ask you to come with us to the police station.
- Couldn't we take care of it here? - Please, how would it look?
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 the hands of the 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 going to be here?
Depends on you. If you reach deep in your pockets you can go home.
- How much do you need? - 10 million in cash.
- 10 million? - Yeah.
What are... 10 million is too much. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm 82 years old. I'd 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 our 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.
- Do you get it? - Yes, I do.
Right, the word of an obedient old man.
Excellent, really 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 men. And why not?
What are you talking about? We've got nothing in common. You're 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 have put a bullet in my head and left my body in a trunk of some car,
in the meantime a gangster needs a ransom, he wants the money and then he lets 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 then put you in a trunk.
- How about that? - In that case, everything they write about you in newspapers,
...Mesrine is an 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 number one
Belgian police arrested Besse and his three accomplices not far from Brussels,
in cooperation with the french counter-terrorist agency.
Belgian police... - Only the biggest moron...
...could get caught by belgian cops.
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 here so long. When will we go to get the money? - Let him wait. It's better to wait...
- Wait, somebody stopped next to Leliévres 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 the cops!
I swear, it won't happen again.
It's in your best interest, trust me.
I have two pieces of good news.
First: old grandpa can go back home because his famous son...
paid the first payment of the ransom. And second news... watch...
Hold it! I'll take a picture of you. "BESSE: MESRINE STYLE ESCAPE"
Say cheese. One, two, three... cheese.
Done.
Here!
Life is beautiful and full of surprises.
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 Mesrine was sentenced to 20 years in prison,
the only thing on his mind, how to escape, because he always needs...
to draw attention to himself and confirm his reputation as "The Public Enemy number one".
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'd have 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 when 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'll end up... completely alone!
- Why? You want to leave me? - What are you talking about?
- Sylvia, don't you 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 man.
You're my little man.
No, that's not your mum. Dear, take a care of our 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 the guillotine compared to a maximum security prison...
...it's like amnesty?
One, blow up the prison. Two, free up our comrades.
Three, build an army together.
Do you want to screw the system? Then you're only a 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 jewellry 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 are you going?
- Well, well. - I can't talk about anything in front of her.
She would cut my balls off.
- What are you doing? - I want to disperse the smoke.
- It's bad for your health. - Stop it! You think you won't get killed by cigars?
You never know.
- Tell me you're happy. - I'd like to leave here.
We'll stay for a little while and then we'll leave this country.
Don't worry, if we stay together nothing will happen to us.
We'll 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 any honour". - He writes about me!
"The kind who doesn't stand behind his word and snitches on his friends". Asshole!
So what do you intend to do?
Let's go.
In the car! Get in the car!
Charly!
Tell me, your newspaper "Minute" are they only for prisons with a special regime?
"Minute" is too extreme. As soon as I get the money for interviews I'll go live on an island.
An island? And why not the french countryside?
French? Maybe when France was proud and respected... But then, in the 40's it surrendered to Hitler
...and 20 years later to Africa and Arabs too.
- So you think Algeria doesn't belong to Algerians? - And America belongs to indians?
Who makes the country strong, the savage or the white man?
- You used to be a cop. What do you think about them? - They're idiots, a bunch of scumbags.
You should see how they crawl around you. Big Jacques here, Mesrine there...
I despise them.
In October of 1961 the police were completely different. They knew how to stand up to criminals.
But back then they had old Papón. He was a powerful director.
If I were you I would take care of Broussard. He intends something with your daughter.
- You think he's capable of it? - What do I know what these types are capable of?
- That's true. And what plans have they regarding me? - They want to kill you.
I'm sure of that.
Wait here!
- Do you want a piece of gum? - No.
Kalashnikov is a good weapon.
- Dallier! - Go.
Here you go.
Go!
This way.
Go, keep going! Quickly! Move!
Shall 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 I'm scared.
You're not comfortable.
- I'm shocked. - Why are you shocked?
After all you came to do an 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 an 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.
- But you said that... - Move!
- You always need material, don't you? - What do you mean?
And then we put on 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!
- What's your name?! What? - Your name! - Jacques Dallier.
Jacques Dallier. That's right, Dallier. That's the name of this shit!
- Who do you work for? What cheap newspapers you work for? - "Minute".
- What? - "Minute". - Oh yes, for "Minute", the fascist newspaper.
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 not lie to me.
That was you! You wrote the article!
What? You wrote that I'm not honest with my friends!
I don't deal with my friends like that. You tarnished me!
My friend is here. Ask him if I'm an honest man!
If I'm honest!
Journalists, who talk shit about me, I break their necks! I break them!
I show you how we used to do it in Algeria. Look! 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're 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 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 a meaningless airplane catastrophe 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 a woman, for you .
I became a gangster. That was my choice.
I chose such a life , an easy one, a criminal one,
my victims have always been or almost always been 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 a hero,
but honestly, in the world of gangsters heroes 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 to this cassette, I am in a 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!
A woman came out...with a 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 Monceni.
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 finds 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 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 his girlfriend 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 the Red Brigade.
- Will you take me with you? I can't. Maybe next time.
BMW went by me. Is going at an average speed.
- Don't be sad. You can furnish our new apartment, while I'm away. - Not without you.
- Suspect is about 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 has 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 the 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. Shut your mouth! Shut up! - You killed my dog!
Hold her. Hold her! Stop twitching!
The dog is here. Take him to a veterinarian.
Seal it over here.
Where did the truck go?
It's over. He's dead.