Good Thief The (2002)
[Mechanical Voice]|¢Ü What's up ¢Ü
¢Ü¢Ü[Rap, Foreign Language]
- [Speaking Foreign Language]|- I come to sit in.
You gonna help me|with my losing streak?
- It's not possible, Bob.|- Maybe not, but you could|give me the illusion.
The illusion.|I've got plenty of that.
So how much does|illusion cost?
- The usual.|- Got a prime here, Said. Should I stick with it?
- What's a prime?|- Special number. Divisible by itself and one.
- You're a mathematician, Bob?|- Yeah. Chaos theory.
- How much? I don't know.|- Two hundred?
- Want to gamble?|- You'd only lose.
- You spyin' on me, kid?|- No.
- I work here.|- Since when?
- Since last week.|- You're too young to work here.
- That's not what Remi says.|- Oh, I'm sure it's not.
Besides, you're too old|to do that.
You're right.|We're both lost souls.
- What age are you, kid?|- Seventeen.
Seventeen?|Well, what do you know? Aprime.
What's a prime?
Special number, divisible|by one and itself.
Strange thing about primes is,|the further you get from ze...
- Hey, kid. Hey. Hey.|- Hmm?
Will you shut that door|for me, please?
- Lesson over?|- For now.
- [Chattering]|- ¢Ü¢Ü[North African]
[Speaking Foreign Language]
[Speaking Arabic|And French]
He said he's taking you with him.|If he lets you book him...
they'll deport him|to Algeria.
[Shouting,|French And Arabic]
And he'd last two days.|He might as well die here as there.
He's gonna count to three.|If they don't drop those guns...
- he's gonna blow your head off.|- [Shouts In Arabic]
He said,|"One. Two. Three.!"
- [Crowd Screams]|- [Groaning]
You know, I swore|I'd never share a needle.
- Why'd you do it?|- I thought you'd put a word in for him.
- Keep him in France. What would he get?|- Possession with intent.
- Five years.|- And for murdering a police officer?
- Throw away the key.|- There you go. That's why.
- You didn't do it for me, then, huh?|- You? Fuck you.
You're my worst nightmare. My bad angel.|How many times have you booked me?
I forget. But once more|and they throw away your key.
- Don't let it happen.|- Thanks for the lesson, schoolteacher.|I'm clean.
You try a new scam, Bob, it won't be me.|The whole system will flatten you.
I've retired. I'm a junkie gambler now.|A big loser. That's all.
- Name the best thief that ever lived.|- Bob?
[Chuckles]|No. Pablo Picasso.
The cat stole from everybody: Rubens,|Delacroix, Cezanne, Van Gogh, Matisse.
- Never got caught. I met him once.|- I'm impressed.
A bullfight.|I bet on the bull, he bet on the matador.
The matador got 26 stitches.|I got a painting.
- Still have it.|- Then you're flush!
No, no, no. I'm broke.|That never sells.
"Portrait ofJacqueline."|Looked like her.
[Policeman]|Just in from Moscow, huh?
[Bob] Why don't you arrest her now?|Get it over with.
- Get what over with?|- The whole dreary cycle.|She'll work the streets.
For her troubles, she'll end up in the river|with a needle in her arm.
- Go on, be a good cop.|- All I see is a girl on a motorbike.
Frisk them.|You'll find a passport.
- There's a thing called the law.|I don't see it being broken.|- Use your imagination.
You're looking for|a replacement for Lydia?
- Stick to your cards, Bob.|- Who's Lydia?
Lydia's in the hospital.|She's been there quite a while.
- I said, stick to your game, okay?|- Yes, my game.
Problem with my game is|luck can fall both ways.
Whereas, with your game,|luck doesn't enter into it.
What's his game,|Monsieur Bob?
It's as old as mine,|but he plays with girls from the sticks...
and the odds are|all his his favor.
- I haven't had a hand like that since...|- What? Since when?
- [Grunts]|- You fucking loser.
- Bosnia.|- I don't need a guardian.
- No?|- Maybe you do.
So, is that|just bad makeup?
Oh, you got a thing|about eyes.
Only when they're lucky.
So you protect the honor|of widows and orphans, huh?
Oh, you're not backward|for your age.
Night school.|He wasn't my pimp.
Oh, no? So what was he doing|with your passport? [Chuckles]
¢Ü¢Ü[Rap In Foreign Language]
- Okay. Five hundred on the corner pocket.|- Sure, Bob.
- Why do you call me Bob?|- Because you try to imitate him.
- Imitate that.|- Yvonne, turn that shit off|and give us some french fries.
- You want to shoot some pool?|- Not now. She looks hungry.
Oh, let me show her|to a table.
- Smoking or not?|- Smoking.
Your dinner date is old|enough to be your father.
- You should try someone younger.|- I just left someone younger.
- Oh, why?|- He didn't live up to my ideal of manhood.
- But you haven't met me.|Do you always sleep alone?|- Nearly always.
When she's not hanging out|at 5:00 in the morning eating french fries.
- With mayonnaise.|- Are you from Bosnia?
- So that's what it's called now.|- What brought you here?
- 10:00. We're supposed to be at the bodega.|- Yeah.
- See you again.|- Why not?
Don't go giving that|to strange men.
You arranged that fight so you could|pick his pocket? You're a clever guy.
[Chuckles]|I'm a knight in shining armor.
- Yvonne, the bill.|- 38 francs.
- What are we doing?|- We? It's late.
- Bedtime.|- Your place?
- Have you any dough on you?|- Loads. Thirty francs.
Thirty francs? Here, kid. For your hotel.|Good night, kid.
I say red, darling.
- What do you say?|- [Ball Clatters In Wheel]
- Hey, you!|- Where are you going with that suitcase?
- You had enough?|- The owner of my hotel|has ridiculous principles.
She always wants paying.
The people you owe money to|have always got ridiculous principles.
What happened to the money|I gave you?
- Paid my debts. I owe Remi.|- What debts?
Oh, I'm sure you do.|I won't ask what for.
He set me up here,|said I could pay him back weekly.
- Does he charge interest?|- What's that?
- All your worldly belongings in there?|- Yes.
- Where will you sleep tonight?|- Somewhere.
- You want to come to my place?|- Yes.
Don't worry. You got a home.|Get in.
[Anne]|You must have a rich family.
- I can't complain.|- What do you do?
- Ministry of Agriculture.|- What?
[Laughs]|Protection of the horse of France.
Seriously, I love horses.
I'd have sacrificed everything...|my time, my money, my life...
- Isn't that right, Paulo?|- Yeah, that's right.
- It brings in money?|- Never.
Well, I've got to|check my horses.
- Will you be back late?|- Will I be back late, Paulo?
- Never before 6:00.|- Oh.
- I thought that...|- What?
- What did you think?|- You'd stay.
No, no. Why don't you tell Paulo|what you think? Okay?
[Man On P.A.,|Speaking French]
Prince of Orange. Number seven.|That's my lucky number.
- How much do you want to put on it?|- Everything I got left.
- 70,000 francs.|- Bob, you're crazy. What if you lose?
I'll have hit rock-bottom.|I'll have to change my ways.
- Place it for me.|- Do it yourself.
Me? Place a bet|like that? Never.
Prince of Orange.|You could do worse.
Oh, you know,|I'm missing a passport.
- And the girl that went with it.|- She's just a kid, Remi.
- Let her have a life.|- I was investing in her future.
Girls are unreliable.|Horses, now, there's an investment.
- Oh, you're going to give me a tip?|- Prince of Orange. 8-1.
I'd stake my life on it,|and let's call it quits.
I'm not|a betting man, Bob.
- But if I was, you know something?|- Try it. It's a blast.
I have to say you owe me one!|[Cries Out]
- [Whinnies]|- [Grunts, Screams]
- [Men Shouting, Horse Neighing]|- Think it'll make the race?
Why does he have|so much ice cream?
That's all|he can eat sometimes.
- Ah, heroin.|- His lady.
I thought luck|was his lady.
Ah, when one runs out|he turns to the other.
- Why?|- Why?
Why do I want|to kiss your neck?
What about Bob?
What about Bob?|He's given us some space.
Oh. But I thought...
- [Sighs]|- Are you sorry?
- Okay.|- [Grunts]
- So. Where to, boss?|- Home.
Don't you want to continue|your winning streak?
- [Snorts]|- [Chuckles]
- What happened to home?|- Forget about home.|You're going to Monte Carlo.
- Where in Monte Carlo?|- The Casino Riviera.
- [Groans]|- You see, Bob, I figure|you needed a reason for living.
- Now that your luck's bottomed out.|- That it has.
- The Casino Riviera...|- Has a safe.
- Yeah.|- 80 million in cash deposits|in a safe on a hydraulic lift.
We've been through it already.
So has everybody from here to Paris.|It's impossible.
- Yeah. But that's not it.|- Besides, I'm just a gambler now.
Oh, since when?
- Since my last six convictions.|- Ah.
Let me start again.
The Casino Riviera|has been refurbished.
New owner.|Funded by a Japanese bank.
- So?|- So they're taking it upmarket.
They want to attract|a new class of customer.
- How do they do that?|- Art.
- Art?|- Paintings. On the walls.
- Remember the '80s, Bob?|- No.
TheJaps had so much cash|they couldn't spend it.
- They bought... Yeah.|- Art.
Picasso, Modigliani, Cezanne...|At prices you can't imagine.
So, to recoup their investment,|they hang it on the wall of the casino.
- And you want to lift...|- Fuck the safe!
The paintings.|Worth more than ten years of Grand Prix.
- How?|- Oh. Now you're interested.
[Crickets, Locusts Chirping]
- Helping a friend.|- Oh.
[Woman Talking, Indistinct]
- Better than wallpaper, hmm?|- [Scoffs] No comparison.
- [Bob] What was that song|about Van Gogh?|- "Starry, Starry Night."
So where is|"Starry, Starry Night"?
- Maybe in the Guggenheim.|But don't be picky.|- Let's not be picky.
Come over here.
- La chambre Picasso.|- Oh, that's how it is.
Hello, Jacqueline. Huh!
- Cezanne.|- Yeah. There's only one problem.
- What's that? I know.|- They're fakes.
Good ones.|I think another forger.
- Modigliani. Beautiful, isn't it?|- Yeah.
- You want to rob fakes?|- No, not exactly. Come outside.
- The originals are in there.|- Why are they in there?
It's a Japanese thing.|Protect your investment.
Painting in the vault,|perfect copy on the wall...
- And we crack the vault?|- Yes.
- Yeah.|- And you know the beautiful thing?
- What's the beautiful thing?|- They can't disclose the robbery...
because if they did,|the joint closes.
Who'd come to see|a copy of a Van Gogh?
Either somebody just walked over my grave,|or I'm going through withdrawal.
- Maybe you're excited.|- Who tipped you off?
A friend of mine.
You leaving|the best to last?
Vladimir.|He installed the security system.
- You okay?|- No, I'm not okay.
I'm out of dope, and I'm out of luck,|and I'm tempted.
But I want to die in an old folks' home,|not in a jail.
- Well, then, forget about it.|- We'll need money, a lot of it.
- How do you plan to get it?|- I take out a loan.
- Pretty good deal.|- Fuck that. The interest...
We'll get the money, Bob.|What we need is a plan.
- Don't you have one?|- That's your speciality.
- You know what my plan is?|- You've got one already?
No more gambling!|No more dope!
- Till we pull this off. Of course I'm in.|- So, Bob. You're in?
- Hey.|- Here's the deal.|I'm gonna chain myself to that bed.
I'm gonna need|the bucket, the bedpan...
- and some ice cream.|- Yes, Bob. I'm sorry, Bob.
Oh, Paulo, love means|never having to say you're sorry.
- [Handcuffs Clinking]|- You look good for a man of your age.
What age is that?
You know, Stone Age?
- [Sighs Deeply]|- Kinky, as well.
I feel a confinement|coming on.
- [Key Clattering]|- What do you say when I ask for that key?
- No way.|- Thank you.
- So you told him?|- Why do you think he's sweating it out?
- Hi.|- Hey!
I thought you'd been|sent to Algiers.
That cop put in|a word for me.
Thought you were going to blow away.|How kind.
- Seen Bob?|- Why do you want Bob?
- I want to thank him.|- I'll tell him. He'll be touched.
- [Bob Whimpering]|- [Bed Creaking]
- Give me the key.|- [Door Slams]
- No.|- [Snorting] Give me the key.
I'll do anything you want.
- You would fuck me?|- If that's what you want, then give me the key.
Come and get it,|Mr. Stone Age Man.
Do you like my tits,|Mr. Stone Age Man?
- Give me the key! Give me the key.|- ¢Ü¢Ü [Humming]
Nearly there, Bob.|Nearly there.
- Nearly there.|- Fuck! I can't.
You know what, Bob?|I think I'm not your type.
[Door Opening, Closing]
[Picking Up Bucket]
One day at a time, Bob.
- Isn't that what they say?|- Yeah.
- [Door Slamming]|- [Gasping, Groaning]
- Said. You prefer Nice to Algiers, huh?|- No comparison.
If you're playing for time,|kid, you don't have any.
- I swear to you I'm not.|- I'm calling Immigration.
- I've got something big!|- How big?
Bob Montagnet|is involved.
- Are you fucking with me?|You know what that means?|- No, just give me time.
- It's personal with you. You like Bob!|- No, no, everyone likes Bob!
- That's part of the problem!|- I like Bob too!
You are on double-duty 24 hours a day.|You find out what he is going to do...
before he has a chance to do it,|because if I have to book him...
I'll carry you personally|to Algiers...
I'll deliver you in cuffs|to whatever fuckin' mullah...
wants to chop you|into pieces over there.
- Is that clear? Is that clear?|- Yes. Yes!
Shh! He's sleeping.
- That's good.|- Three and a half days. Out. Out.
¢Ü¢Ü[Man Singing In French]
¢Ü¢Ü[Man Singing Continues]
¢Ü¢Ü[Continues Faintly|On Car Radio]
Why are the French so god-awfully bad|at rock 'n' roll?
- What do you mean?|- I mean, look at it.
We give you Elvis Presley,|Frank Zappa, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan.
And you give us|Johnny Hallyday.
- Don't talk to me aboutJohnny Hallyday, okay?|- All right, all right.
- ¢Ü¢Ü[Johnny Hallyday Continues]|- You know, I'm a gambler, Roger.
- Yeah, I know.|- That means I'm good at probabilities.
- I was never good at those.|- Well, I have to be.
Having driven now for about|one hour and 45 minutes...
and having you constantly|in my rearview mirror...
I'd say the probability|is that you're following me.
I was keeping an eye on the Russian girl.|I end up following you.
You're gonna need|a tow truck.
[Church Bells Ringing]
- [Roger] It's your fault.|- No, no, no, no, no.
My mother was born|down there.
She was washing her sheets|in the rocks below...
when a parachute|fell out of the sky.
It carried Vincent Montana,|United States Marine Corps, my father.
She thought he was an angel,|delivered from heaven.
Oh, this was|a sentimental journey.
At our age, Roger,|we have behind us a growing past...
and face|a diminishing future.
- We consider our options.|- Oh, yeah. What are they?
Me? I just go on.|We have to stay clean.
Will you give me a lift|back to Nice?
- Will you stop following me?|- Uh-uh.
Make up a report, will you? "One silver|Peugeot damaged, near the village of, uh...
Get me the file on Bob.
- Bob Montagnet?|- Montagnet, Montana.
Bob le flambeur.|Bob.
What's his passport?|American or French?
[Chuckling]|He's growing old, huh?
- There's gratitude for you.|- He's turned snitch.
Of course he has.|All part of the plan.
- You going to share it with anybody?|- Well, we're being watched.
Tried to enter Monaco yesterday.|Had Roger on my tail.
- So you lost him?|- No, I didn't get there.
Visited my mother's|birthplace instead.
- Where was she born?|- I forget.
But as I was lookin' at the place,|whatever it's called...
- I had an epiphany.|- What's an epiphany?
- We set up two robberies. Just stay with me.|- Huh?
This one takes some time.
We do it on the night|before the Grand Prix.
- Are you crazy?|- Maybe, but hear me out.
Every thief around here has been waiting|for years to pull that one off.
So I set it up, finally.|I know they're watching me.
They know|I'm down on my luck.
- Now, you ever heard ofJudas?|- There is a snitch.
Oh, yeah. Always is.|One-time friend. New enemy. Old lover.
You're lucky if you find him|in time to shut him up.
But this time, man,|I don't care.
Maybe I even cultivate him.
- You're not with me.|- Not yet.
On the night before the Grand Prix,|I'm in the casino with you and Paulo.
We pose as gamblers.|We get an inside contact there.
We get the make of the safe, the setup,|as complete as it can be.
But Roger has every cop, every piece of security|in the place watching me.
So what do I do?|What would you do?
- I'd call it off.|- Exactly.
I'd call it off.|But at 5:00 in the morning.
In the meanwhile, we have a crew in the villa|where the real heist takes place.
And they've had six, maybe seven|uninterrupted hours to secure those paintings.
- Okay.|- It's like those paintings.
- We've got a real heist, and a fake.|- Ah-ha.
With the inner complication|that we want to be betrayed.
Now, let's face it.|We generally are.
There's always someone|turning snitch.
This time we welcome the rat, and I let Roger|stay glued to my ass like a bad hemorrhoid...
I can't get rid of.
- Are we having fun yet?|- We will be, if it works.
Yeah, if it works.|We better talk to your Vladimir.
¢Ü¢Ü[Patriotic Anthem,|In The Distance]
- Has he a record, this Vladimir?|- Maybe Moscow.
- Why'd he come to you?|- I think it was, uh, pride.
- Pride?|- Yeah. You'll see.
¢Ü¢Ü[Jimi Hendrix-Style Guitar,|"Star-Spangled Banner"]
- ¢Ü¢Ü [Electronic Shrieking]|- Stay back and imagine an invisible square.
¢Ü¢Ü [Anthem Resumes]
- ¢Ü¢Ü [Shrieking]|- I said, stay back and imagine...
an invisible,|motherfucking square.
So?|What do you guys think?
Well, it's impressive, Vlad.|Really.
You've got to imagine, 30 meters high,|Madison Square Garden.
R.E.M. Are|ready to bite.
We meant|your security system, Vlad.
- ¢Ü¢Ü [Fades]|- Oh. You're the heist guys.
Yeah. We're not|the rock 'n' roll guys.
Villa St. Pierre.|Quite complicated, like this.
You know how I was going|to call this? "Purple Haze."
Yeah, good choice, Vlad. Get back|to the security system. How does it work?
The way everything works.|Mathematics.
180 i-points in vertical.|The horizontal the same.
That means,|the points of contact equal.
- 180 squared, that's 32,400.|- Very good. But listen.
The horizontals and the verticals|move against each other.
So, in effect,|I've covered infinity.
If anything moves in there, anything that has|body heat more than rigor mortis...
- What if the power fails?|- Half second delay, the generator kicks in.
Have you ever tried|to heist in half second?
- If the computer fails?|- It cannot.
There is another hard drive connected,|has enough gigabytes to run a cruise missile.
- You know cruise missiles?|- Yeah.
- So it's impregnable?|- Yeah.
- Hi. I'm Vlad.|- Hi. I'm Bob.
- This is Paul.|- Hi, Paul.|- Hi.
- So, why'd you contact us, Vlad?|- Between you and me?
- Yeah.|- I got my family back in Vladivostok|begging me to get them out.
So I got a thinking: The only guy|who could crack impregnable system...
- is the guy who installed it.|- You.
Me. The only way Vlad will crack Vlad system|is with a Vlad system.
- Still with me?|- Almost.
Villa St. Pierre.|I build it here in front of you.
- [Keyboard Clicking]|- Same dimensions, to the centimeter.
I match the movement of the sensors|in my set after those in the villa.
I get into the system so they read what's here,|not what's there.
- Oh.|- Then there is a problem of sound.
- The sound?|- You heist guys make a noise, no?
Wire mesh built into the walls,|floor and the ceiling.
Detects noisy, hammering|heist guys.
The same thing,|I build it here.
The exact dimension.|The alarm rings here...
- but noisy heist guys hammering there.|- Can you do all this?
- I live in hope. Tell you next week.|- Oh.
How do you plug in|to their system?
Their system needs upgrading|every six months.
And my next visit is due|Tuesday, next week.
I could leave there|a beetle.
- Beetle?|- Sorry. It's the wrong word. A "bug."
A miniature fifth column.
Takes instructions from you.
- And, uh, I need a equal partnership.|- Oh.
A "favored nation."
- It's a deal.|- Deal?
¢Ü¢Ü[Electric Guitar Resumes]
So.|How do we pay for this?
The son|was sold to a devil.
Do you know what Einstein said|about roulette, Anne?
- What?|- It can only be beaten by a gambler...
with infinite capital, playing in a game|without limits for eternity.
- So why play?|- Einstein didn't believe in luck.
- Black.|- You're gonna tell me I have to go now, right?
- [Sighs] You can't stay here, Anne.|- [Ball Rattling In Wheel]
Paulo's waiting for you|in the car.
What if I said no?
Well, I think Paulo|would be very disappointed.
- No.|- [Exhales]
Oh, no, no, no, no.|My, my.
- Mm. Bob. Oh!|- [Grunts]
He thinks the sun shines|out of your eyes.
No, he thinks|it shines out of yours.
And the moon.|He imitates you, Bob.
He's a good kid.
Some girls prefer|the real thing.
Oh, ho, you think|I'm the real thing?
You said I'd always|have a home.
If you choose.|He's giving you a job, isn't he?
- So he says.|- So, what else does he say?
"I love you."|All the time.
Only one solution.|Say it back.
I can't.|I never could.
- So, my place?|- You promise I won't regret it?
[Shutter Clicking,|Motor Winding]
- Yeah, I'd heard the legend.|- Pamplona. Pablo bet on the matador...
- I bet on the bull.|- And the matador got how many stitches?
- Twenty-six.|- I never believed until now.
Amazing. I mean, the place|to sell this is New York.
No, no, no, no.|Can't go back there.
I'd heard that too.|So, what do you want?
- An advance against the salary.|You take your commission.|- Forty percent.
[Chuckles]|Do we argue that now?
No. Not now.
So, when can I see it?
Milk. Straight up.
- You going through|your second childhood, Bob?|- Twelve steps.
I think I'm on two and a half.|Chin-chin.
- I spoke to Petit Louis.|- So?
- Is he interested?|- Interested enough to talk to you.
Good. We'll need|Fernandez, Luigi and Bill.
- You've turned down Philippe?|- Yeah, all the apostles.
And here comes|one candidate forJudas.
[Bob]|So, they let you out, my friend.
Yeah. Someone put in|a good word for me.
I thought it might be you.|That cop's a friend of yours, no?
- Were there any conditions?|- I had to sign up for rehab.
- So, you're clean too, huh?|- Yeah, I'm clean.
But I've got a line|on some golden brown.
Oh. How are you gonna|make ends meet...
now that you're not filling up|that hole in my arm?
- Ciao, Yvonne.|- Let's go.|- [Yvonne] Ciao.
- Is Fernandez around?|- Why you want Fernandez?
Ask him, does he still want pesetas|to open that club in Rio?
- But it's no good if we can't shoot.|- No boom-boom, Louis.
This won't be the movies.
- You mean, I can't even shoot blanks?|- No.
- [Man] Action.!|- Shh!
¢Ü¢Ü[Man Singing In Arabic]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Oh, you look like|you kept in shape, Philippe.
[Grunting] Yeah. I work out.|But you know the way it is.
- Time passes, we all change.|- Uh-huh, do we ever.
[Laughs] Yeah, well, some|more than others.
- I don't know quite how to put this, Bob.|- Tell me anything, Philippe.
Okay, it's Philippa now.|But if you still want me, I'm in.
- Hey, Luigi. [Indistinct]|- Oui, oui?
[Bob] You know what he used to say:|I never borrow, I steal.
Well, he was a good thief here.|I can see some Ingres.
Bit of Velazquez|in these eyes.
And this neck.|Some of those old Etruscan vases they used to...
pick up on the beaches|at Pompeii.
If this is hot, Bob,|I'm not touching it.
It was a bet.|On my child's life.
If this is hot, your child|won't have a life.
I've got too many raps|against me already.
There's no signature.
A lot of'em aren't signed.|Here.
- Pamplona, 1969.|- Mm.
- [Chuckles] And that's the signature.|- Yeah.
I'd say, two to three|million dollars...
at auction in New York.
- I take my commission.|- Twenty-five.
- Are you in a position to bargain?|- Thirty then.
- With a 10% advance.|- One and a half million francs.
If there's something you're not telling me,|what's my security?
There's nothing I'm not telling you.|And you have the painting.
Does it come|with wrapping?
Hello, Big Ears.
So, how many of you guys knew|Philippe had turned into Philippa?
- Well, I knew.|- I knew too, Bob.|- Yeah?
- You mean, you didn't know?|- Nobody tells me anything.
- Enough about me.|Are you going to tell us why we're here?|- Yes.
- Hello.|- [Yvonne] Hi.
The fakes are cover|for the real.
It travels on the grapevine.|The real one stays mum.
- Yeah.|- How do we keep it mum?
We all trust in each other|in this room.
We've all|worked together.
Any of you lets a whisper out,|I'll lock him in the bathhouse with Philippa.
How do they travel|on the grapevine?
Why do you think|I asked to meet here?
There is your snitch.
See how simple it becomes|when you embrace your own Judas?
Oh, my God.|You did sell your soul.
- I had to sell something.|- To whom?
- Tony Angel.|- Tony Angel?
- I hope you got a fair price.|- I got this.
- Philippa.|- Hey. Aren't you worried about Philippe?
- Why? Should I be?|- Since he...
You know.|Became Philippa.
When he had his balls cut off,|he lost his balls, so to speak?
That's sex discrimination,|Paulo.
- But women, they talk more!|- Does Philippa look like a woman to you?
No, he looks like, uh,|Philippe... with melons.
[Chuckling]|I'd trust Philippa with my life.
I'll tell you what. Tell her if she talks,|I'll cut off her cojones.
Or did she lose them, too?
- What was that about?|- You told me to be nice to the patrons.
Now you're jealous.|That's sweet.
- Don't wait up for me.|- Now I'm jealous. Where are you going?
- I got to meet Bob.|- Always meeting Bob. What is it this time?
[Door Closes, Engine Revs]
[Motorcycle Engine|Starts, Revs]
¢Ü¢Ü[Vladimir's Guitar Wailing]
- I could retire on this.|- So R.E.M. Took the bait?
Oh, fuck rock 'n' roll.|You heist guys are easier to deal with.
So, what do|the heist guys think?
- Oh, it's amazing, Vlad.|- Almost.
A problem if you heist guys|get too noisy.
All the system|still in place.
¢Ü¢Ü [Chord, Increasing Feedback]
- [Whining, Squealing]|- Over 90 d.B.'s, there is alarm override.
So, we mike ourselves.|Carry a decibel comp.
- Regrettably, the best Vlad can do.|- How about the cameras?
You could have orgy there.|Nobody would notice.
- You into orgies, Bob?|- No, not since '72.
It's a deliberate mistake.|I got a good computer graphics.
But I'm not Cezanne.|I need photographs from the casino...
- to fill all these frames.|- I need to see that vault.
I have an appointment Tuesday|to upgrade their system.
I can't get you in there,|but it doesn't mean you cannot see it.
[Man On TV,|Speaking French]
- Tell me you love me.|- I can't. You know that.
What kind of girl is it|cannot say three words?
Very tired girl.|From a deeply dysfunctional family.
- I say it to you!|- Nobody asked you to.
What do I have to do|to get you to say it?
Get me the moon.
I'll do better.
Suppose I told you I was going|to rob the Casino Riviera on|the night before the Grand Prix?
And all for you.
- How much in the safe?|- Is that all you can say?
Eighty million francs.
So say it.
Eighty million francs.
- It's Roger.|- Are you sure?
- Certain.|- Aw, shit!
- Change of plan?|- Yeah. You gotta take the train.
- And you take the camera.|- You mean this lighter is a camera?
It's a Minox. Do you think|I was gonna go up there with a Nikon?
Take pictures of paintings.|Then play slot machines till I get there.
- How does it work?|- Open it up...
Iook through the viewfinder,|give yourself a light.
- You like smoking?|- Not that much.
There's 24 paintings.|That's 24 Marlboro Lights, I hope.
I was trying|to give it up.
Roger, I've given up my studies|on the probability theory.
- Oh, really?|- Yeah, all that computation addles the brain.
All I can say now is,|"What a coincidence!"
- No. No coincidence. I was following you.|- [Scoffs]
- Hot damn, wrong again.|- You found religion?
I'm paying my respects...|to my mother.
- Do you remember that village|where she was born?|- Yeah. Bas-sur-I'Eau.
- Yeah. That G.I. That came out of the sky?|- What is your father?
Yeah. Well, they moved here,|to the old town.
He became a junkie.|And when he up and left...
she became one of those ladies in black you see|over there lighting candles.
Praying for|her husband's return.
- Were her prayers answered?|- Well, the way all prayers are answered.
Not in the way|she wanted.
He turned up again when I was seven,|clean as a whistle...
with a new wife named Dora...|took me to a new life in America.
And, by the time|I made it back here, well...
- She wasn't lighting candles anymore.|- Yeah.
You know, that's the third|version you've told me.
Well, that's the truth.
- So is it true what they're saying?|- What are they saying?
Well, they say|you're back in business.
- No?|- The only business I'm in, Roger...
is the business|of recovery.
Three weeks. I'm clean.
Our daily bread,|forgive us our trespasses...
Have you heard the story|of the Good Thief, Roger?
- No. I'm not religious.|- No. Neither am I.
But when my mother told it,|I guess it stuck.
The Good Thief...|besideJesus on the cross...
and Jesus said to him,|if I remember this right...
"Tonight you will be|with me in paradise."
And the thought that there was a place|in heaven for a thief always made me cry.
[Chuckles]|You want to make me cry now?
You gotta watch this cynicism, Roger.|It's too easy in that job of yours.
- I'll work on my attitude.|- You should. You should.
[Multiple Clicks,|Paulo Coughs]
Bob. You saved my life,|but if you try something...
- Try what?|- Do I have to spell it out?|I'll put you down for life.
- You're a cop. That's what you do.|- What are you?
I was good at thieving once, Roger,|and I may not be the Good Thief yet...
but I am trying...|believe me, I am trying.
Now if you excuse me.
I have to|pay my respects.
She was a good woman.|My mother.
[Shutter Clicking,|Paulo Coughing]
[Anne] What do you know?|It's the Candy Man.
- [Said] Is that my new name?|- Yeah.
Got a kiss for me|this fine evening?
Your boyfriend Paulo...|what's he up to?
- Works with Bob.|- On what?
- Doesn't tell me.|- What's he working on, baby?
- On a safe.|- What safe?
Give me first.
A safe with 80 million.
That's all I know.
[Chattering In French]
Got a light?
That's it.|I'm giving up smoking.
- Do you know nicotine's|more addictive than heroin?|- Really?
Ask any junkie.
- Are you done?|- Mm-hmm.
- Anyone clock you?|- I don't think so.
Guy with short hair with the ear piece.|Do you notice him?
- Huh? Well, he noticed me.|- Yeah.
- You want to see the vault?|- Yeah.
I do my regular check|on their system.
I plant my beetle.|Meanwhile, you enjoy the view.
- From where?|- From the car behind.
A reasonable picture, up to 100 meters.|Then it gets emotional.
- Emotional?|- Kind of fuzzy.
- Oh, emotional.|- [Engine Revving]
[Man Speaking French]
- [French]|- [Gate Clicking]
- He has some kind of fancy system.|- [Bob] Yes.
- And there is nothing in that vault?|- Oh.
I got a fine assist,|I guess we'll soon find out.
[Car Door Slamming]
Bon soir, monsieur.
- [Turning Pages]|- Plans of the villa.
- Where did you get them?|- Architectural Heritage Society. Very helpful.
Security room, basement.
[Whispering]|Don't you guys know me by now?
- Procedure is procedure.|- Oh!
Procedure is procedure.|Sounds like a techno band from Dusseldorf.
- Oh.|- Wow!
No fantasist he.
- Thank you.|- [Bob] Guess what that is.
- What?|- The old Napoleonic sewers.
They run downhill|towards the sea.
That's our way in.|Turn that off. We can watch it later.
Come on.|Do you think I'm blind or something...
that I haven't noticed|what you're up to?
- Yvonne...|- Men coming here to see you,|phone calls, everything.
Bob, I haven't forgotten|that I opened this bar...
with money you lent me.
- So, if you need money now...|- You're mad, Yvonne.|What put that idea in your head?
If you get yourself arrested,|you wouldn't survive, you bastard.
Would you come and visit me inside,|bring me whiskey in a flask?
- [Yvonne] It wouldn't be the first time.|- Do you know him?
No. Never saw him before.
Why do I|imagine I have?
- Ciao.|- Take care.
Turn around.|Follow me.
- What's up?|- Behind me. You remember him?
Philippa, hop in that doorway|and find out what his beef is.
- What the hell?|- Oh.
You think|he whacked Philippa?
Nobody whacks Philippa.|You're twins, right?
We're onto you.|Whoa, whoa.
[Man]|What the fuck do you think you're doin'?
- Get off!|- Philippa! Stop! Stop! Stop!
- My arms are getting tired.|- Phil, be a bit more gentlemanly.
This is Albert. That's Bertram|you're abusing. They're twins.
This is Albert. That's Bertram|you're abusing. They're twins.
Now, say you're sorry.
- Sorry, Albert.|- The name's Bert.
Let's go through it again.|This time pretend I'm slow.
- Slow?|- Yeah, it means stupid, um, kind of.
- It's simplicity itself.|- He's in charge of the deposits to the safe.
They change|the combinations weekly.
- I get the numbers. I make the deposits.|- He gives me the combinations.
The night before the Grand Prix, while he's|in the manager's office, I'm on the floor.
- The staff take me for him.|- He has access to the safe,|and my alibi is solid as a rock.
I see. You've put a lot|of thinking into this.
[Together]|Two heads are better than one.
- So, what was your plan?|- [Sighs] Nothing like yours.
- Infantile in comparison.|- We need help to move that kind of money.
So, if you want in...
- No one's ever seen you together.|- No one in Monte Carlo.
- Give us a day or two to think about it.|Right, Paulo?|- Or three.
You go out the back.|You go out the front.
- Crazy, boss, huh?|- Totally.
But, you know, we want them|to think we want that safe.
Twins. You see Roger's|following that?
How's he gonna know|they're twins? Tell you what.
Call him in a day or two.|Go through their plan again.
- It has the benefit of originality.|- We've got that meeting.
Yeah. You go out the back.|I'll go out the front. Try to lose Roger.
Start without me|if you have to.
Would you drive me, Roger? I have a meeting.|I'm attending Narcotics Anonymous.
That was your support group|up there?
- Yeah.|- [Engine Starts, Runs]
You're welcome to join me. You should|support me in my battle against my addictions.
Your addictions being...
Gambling and narcotics.
[Raoul] Okay, guys, imagine this is a vault.|All the alarms will be...
coming in from here...
And reinforced steel floor...
- You know, every addict,|Roger, has an enabler.|- Nobody tells me anything.
The one who, through no fault of their own,|maintains the addict in their habit.
- Often needs the addict in their habit.|- [Chuckles]
- Let me guess. Your enabler is...|- Is you.
We're codependents, Roger.|We have been for years.
I mean,|look at you, now.
You're chasin' me, because you imagine|that I'm chasin' a big score.
- [Laughs]|- And maybe the cure starts with you.
- The cure?|- Yeah, because deep down|you want me to try that big one...
if only to see|how I'd do it.
There's nothing I can do|that'll convince you that I'm clean.
It's unhealthy, Roger.
- It means we're both hooked.|- [Raoul] Running through a tunnel...
between the ceiling|and the floor...
Bill packs these mikes... Make sure|you keep that needle below 90. Right, Vlad?
[Bob] You wanna come up?|We can explore these issues further.
- I haven't hit rock bottom yet.|- You will.
- Are you sure?|- The cure starts now. Say it.
- Say what?|- "My name is Roger. I'm an addict in recovery."
- [Laughs] No, no. You say it.|- My name is Bob,|and I'm an addict in recovery.
And today is the first day|of the rest of my life.
[Woman]|My name is Michelle, and I am an addict.
[Men And Women, Together]|Hello, Michelle.
[Woman #2] My name is Anne,|and I am an addict.
- [Together] Hello, Anne.|- My name is Case.
- I am an addict.|- [Together] Hello, Case.
- My name is Bob, and I'm an addict.|- [Together] Hello, Bob.
My name is Francois,|and I'm an addict.
[Raoul] Paulo replaces the grill|andjoins Bob and me in the casino.
We keep them busy there.|And... no smoking.
Okay, guys: Mikes, needle, gas main,|grill and casino, eh?
- And that's how it works in theory.|- Yeah, in theory.
We rehearse this on Friday.|Did you explain everything?
- [Raoul] Yeah, yeah.|- [Others Chattering]
Well, we're gonna go in there at night,|all right? Everybody understand that?
So, Remi, have I gone up in the world,|or come down?
From my perspective,|you're kind of standing still.
You can't move|standing still?
I think you should|value yourself more highly.
Think he's right, Said?
- Depends.|- Depends on what?
- On what you're selling.|- Damaged goods. That's me.
Would you prefer|to discuss this in private?
Private? I like private.
Come on, guys.|Come on.
Location, the safe,|the 80 million francs.
- And why should I tell you?|- Because I'll give you pleasant dreams.
- Hmm.|- Look at this.
- Gas faucet.|- Right.
Twist it left till it stops.
They're gonna rob...
Bank of America,|fourth ofJuly.
- Don't make fun of me, you bitch!|- Learn maturity from the dogs in the street?
I know it's the casino|where they are, okay?
The night before the Grand Prix|in Monte Carlo. Now, fuck off.
- Chill it.!|- What?
Anne?|How are you?
- Okay.|- How are you?
- Good.|- You okay?
- Here.|- Are you certain?
- Yeah.|- It's my bag. I think it's lonely.
- [Electronic Beeping]|- I miss you too.
So, Vlad, that alarms|aren't mobilized?
You still don't believe me?
- What time is it, Raoul?|- Uh, 2:45.
2:45. Okay.|Here goes.
- ¢Ü¢Ü[Discotheque]|- A lovely kid like you|shouldn't be in a nightclub, you know?
You want me on the streets?
Anne, you don't look 14.|We both know that.
- For you?|- For both of us.
I must be made of gold, then.|Everybody wants a piece of me.
Okay, let's go.|You should get some fresh air. Come on.
[Electric Motor Humming]
- [Alarm Wailing]|- [Tapping On Keyboard]
[Hammer Hitting Chisel]
[Men Chattering, Grunting]
All right.|Two feet of brick.
Keep the sound at|sixty d.B. Should take?
- No. Two more is max.|- All right. Let's get the torch ready.
- [Metal Hits Ground]|- Maybe I should melt myself down...
- [Metal Hits Ground]|- Maybe I should melt myself down...
and give a piece of me|to everyone who wants a piece of me.
Who wants|a piece of you?
- Paulo for one.|- Oh. And what does he want?
- He wants to buy me the moon.|- Oh?
- [Laughs] The moon.|- Mmm.
- Moon's very expensive, you know.|- [Laughs]
And how would he|pay for it?
- The heist.|- Oh, yes. Of course. The heist. Who else?
- He wants to know|what I know about the heist.|- Oh. What do you know?
Mm, well, what I know|I didn't tell him.
- [Laughs] That's my clever girl.|- [Laughs]
And Monsieur Bob,|he doesn't want money.
He wants what money can't buy.|[Sniffs]
What can't money buy?
- You are being mysterious now.|- Hmm.
Isn't beauty always mysterious?
- Like you.|- Hmm.
- I'm tired, Remi. Will you take me home?|- Of course. Of course.
- Can you keep a secret, Paulo?|- Depends.
After the operation,|everything was the same.
- Everything?|- Ja. I bench press 400 pounds...
- I'm still the same bad motherfucker,|except for...|- Except for what?
- Spiders. Can't take spiders.|- Spiders?
- And there's spiders round that faucet, Paulo.|- Uh-huh.
Can you do|the faucet, Paulo?
- Yeah. I'll... I'll do the faucet for you.|- And keep it between us, Paulo.
I mean, I don't want no laughing.|I got a reputation, you know?
Here you go.
- [Opening Bottle]|- [Bottle Cap Hitting Floor]
- What the fuck is...|- I helped your girlfriend home.
- You?|- Yes. Someone has to look out|for her, you know?
She was in a bad way,|out of her head, telling stories.
- Cool. Cool. Cool.|- What stories?
- Cool.|- I said, what fucking stories?
- Something about the safe. 80 million...|- [Grunts]
The quai in Monte Carlo.
Who'd she tell?
They say|they have a deal.
When he gets her high,|then he fucks her, then...
then she tells him|what the real story is.
It's not true,|you lying pig!
- Get the fuck out of here.|- I swear. I swear... on my tribe's life.
[Paulo Shouting|In Distance, Indistinct]
- [Slap Landing]|- [Sobs]
You'll get me shot, cop,|asking to tail like that.
- Bob never killed anyone.|- Always a first time.
You can always take your chances|in Algiers.
The Casino Riviera in Monaco.|There's a safe with 80 million francs.
- I don't believe you.|- Tomorrow night, before the Grand Prix.
Said! Said! Said! Said!
If you want witnesses, Captain,|I saw the whole thing. It was Paulo Turco.
Tell me something useful,|would you?
He was afraid they blow the whistle|about the Casino Riviera.
- I never thought Bob would be that stupid.|- He's not.
- He just wants you to think he is.|- Hello?
- I have this terrible feeling|you're going to tell me something.|- Yes.
- It's not the money. The paintings on the walls!|- What paintings?
You should call the casino.
Bob? What did I do,|Bob? Huh? Huh?
I don't know, honey.|What did you do?
Careful. Now,|pick your feet up.
[Paulo]|Fuck.! I fuck it up bad, man.
- I'm sorry, I lost it.|- What?
Your Romeo here just shot your dealer,|and we have to know what you told him.
- Nothing.|- Don't lie, you drunken bitch.!
- You told him and you fucked him.|- [Tires Screech]
You're a tough guy, Paulo? You shoot a|strung-out kid. What does that make you, huh?
A mean, motherfucking,|gang-banging... bastard!
- Get out of the car, Anne.|- [Door Opens]
Pathetic, fucking cliche!
You're gonna keep driving|till you reach San Remo, tough guy.
- You know where San Remo is?|- It's in Italy?
You're facing a murder rap, Paulo.|That's quite a surprise.
I don't want|any more surprises.
- I'll make it up to you, Bob.|- Okay. Make it up to me in Italy.
- [Door Slams]|- [Engine Starts]
And I'll be grateful, Anne,|if you told me what you said.
I swear, I told him nothing,|but Remi said...
Wait. So Remi|said something?
I told him|what Paulo told me...
about the Monte Carlo,|the night before Grand Prix.
Paulo told you that?
Yeah. He said he'd buy me the moon|when you robbed the casino.
When we robbed what|from the casino?
The safe with 80 million.|[Sniffles]
- And that's all Remi told him?|- Mm-hmm.
He said,|"I'll straighten you out."
Okay.|It's okay, kid. It's okay.
- Anne... No!|- [Anne Gasps, Whimpers]
Hey, you, fake.!|Where's my money?
- So, you knew Picasso?|- Met him once.
Pamplona, wasn't it?|He bet on the matador. You bet on the bull.
- The matador got how many stitches?|- Twenty-six.
Well, it can't have been Pablo. It must have|been Paddy Picasso, his distant Irish cousin...
because I had this canvas|valued in New York.
- It's not worth the fucking freight charge.|It's a fake!|- It's a good fake, though.
Isn't that a contradiction in terms:|"A good fake, a happy homosexual"?
It was painted by Paul Keating,|one of the truly great fake...
- Where did you meet him?|- At a betting shop in Croydon.
- I gave him a tip on...|- Kazinski here is a really great artist.|Show him.
No.! Not her. Not yet.|The picture.
So, if I don't...
- [Tearing Canvas]|- Get my... money back by Monday...
what I do to both your faces|will definitely be cubist.
Call it the new aesthetic.|What do you call it, child?
- The new aesthetic|- Without an anesthetic. When did I say?
- Monday.|- Monday. Come on, Kaz.
- [Door Slams]|- It's all right. It's okay.
- Have you ever tried gambling, Anne?|- No.
And I never|knew Picasso.
Well, the thing about Pablo was,|no one ever really knew him.
Just how much trouble|are you in, Bob?
If I told you,|you wouldn't believe me.
Oh, I believe|everything you tell me.
Tell me about gambling.|Do you have any luck left?
- I'll tell you tomorrow.|- [Ball Spinning In Roulette Wheel]
- Did you call the casino?|- They were closed, but I got you this.
- Art.|- Yes, they reopened it last year.
Doesn't add up.
He's going to steal them in full view|on the busiest night of the year?
- [Sighs]|- You should get some sleep, boss.
I know.|I know I should.
[Chatter On Police Radio,|Distant]
- What the fuck are you doing?|- [Phone Keypad Tones]
Hey, what's up, guys?
Sorry. Complications.|But better late than never.
Bertram, you have a place a guy could sleep|or is it only twin beds?
- I spoke to the casino,|and the manager had no worries.|- [Yawns]
He said the originals are quite secure|at a different location.
- The originals, huh?|- Yeah, in a vault at Villa St. Pierre.
- The ones in the casino are copies for display.|- Oh, my God. It's a fake.
Yes, they're all fakes.|Pathetic, isn't it?
- No, it's beautiful.|- The fakes?
- Anne.|- Hmm.
Do you know the first thing|to learn about gambling?
- What?|- Clothes.
He or she should always|look their best.
- And we don't quite make it.|- No.
So, let's go shopping.
What about this?
The best disguise in the world:|Tuxedo and some gel.
Albert, you got some gel?
- Gel.|- Thank you.
Gel is essential|when things get complicated.
- We could almost be triplets.|- [Both] Hmm.
- And do you know the second thing?|- Tell me.
- Gambling and dope don't mix.|- The third?
Always play the game to the limit.|Damn the consequences.
Two teams. Six cars in the trap.|I take the villa. You take the casino.
- And be diplomatic|with those monkeys in Monaco.|- What about Bob?
You'll find him playing the tables,|expecting me to tail him.
- Just don't let him leave.|- Do I arrest him?
For playing roulette?
¢Ü¢Ü[Woman Singing Opera]
She had a bad end, Mimi.
But then tell me an opera|that has a happy ending.
- She died?|- Uh-huh.
You're gonna see|fake glamor...
serious money, and a lot|ofbad plastic surgery.
But remember, the dice|falls the same for all of them.
- That's lesson number four?|- Five and six.
- Hey, where is Paulo?|- Paulo shot a snitch|and had to run to San Remo.
- Do you think he got there, honey?|- I sincerely hope so.
Nothing we can do, Raoul, but play our parts,|and my part was to gamble. So let's gamble.
Where the fuck's Paulo?
Hey, so just|how fucked is it?
- Don't know yet.|- Do we call it off?
- It's too late for that.|How do we play this one, Anne?|- To the limit, I think?
You heard that, Raoul... to the limit.|Let's get some chips.
- Cover the grounds. Check all the exits.|- [Tires Squealing]
Go, go, go, go!
No dead bodies tonight.
Do you know|what a prime is, Anne?
- A number divisible by itself and one.|- You remembered. I'm touched.
- Don't play them tonight.|- Why not?
- It's my birthday. I'm not a prime anymore.|- [Croupier, Speaking French]
- [French]|- Yes!
You broke it, Bob...|your losing streak.
Lesson number seven, Anne,|and don't take it the wrong way.
Displays of emotion|are kept to a minimum.
- [Alarm Wailing]|- ¢Ü¢Ü [Rock, Electric Guitar]
- [Alarm]|- ¢Ü¢Ü[Electric Guitar]
There are plainclothes cops|all over, but nothing of Roger.
- Someone's been singing, Bob.|- Yes, but I don't know what tune.
I could check out the villa.|If I see cops on the gate...
If you check out the villa,|you'll invite cops to the gate.
Your choice, Raoul.
- Round she goes.|Where she ends, no one knows.|- Hmm.
[Croupier, Speaking French]
[Bob]|I was right, you know... first time I met you.
Lucky eyes:|One brown, one green.
- Should I get contacts?|- Mm-mm. Never.
Fucking Paulo.|Fucking spiders.
- [Groans]|- We've got infrared sensors reading...
every centimeter down there.
If a fly buzzes in, the alarm sounds.|Seven digital cameras.
He'll have gotten round your sensors|and gotten round your damn cameras.
And the only question is|where he's comin' in from.
- Let's go downstairs.|- I'll have to disarm the system.
You're not listening.|I think you'll find he's done that for you.
[Engine Starts, Revs]
- How much do you owe the cubist?|- One and a half million francs.
- Have you a long way to go, Bob?|- Rule number eight. Never tempt fate.
- [Spits]|- Every Alarm in the building|should be screaming by now.
That's technology for you...|always lets you down.
And I bet he can't see us|on his monitors upstairs.
I think we've got a problem.
That doesn't let you down.
It would almost|have been worth it, Bob.
- Who the fuck is Bob?|- Shh.
[Whispering]|Hello. Hello. Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?|Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?|Hello.
Hello? They're coming from underneath.|Check beneath the vault.
Call your men|from the casino immediately.
- [Bob] Another lesson.|- [Anne] What number is this?
Doesn't matter. Always tip.
[Shouting In French]
It is not looking good, pal.
- [Gas Hissing]|- Fuck. Fuck!
[Men Screaming, Yelling]
- Aaah! What the fuck?|- Ow.!
- Can't get through the pipe!|- Did you take care of that faucet?
- Does it fucking look like it?|- The fucking gas! [Yelling, Indistinct]
I smell gas.
- Get out of here!|- [Explosion]
- [Flame Roaring]|- [Footsteps Crunching On Debris]
- That's not quite Bob's style.|- What the fuck is Bob's style?
[Exhales]|Somewhat more elegant.
Get in the car!
- Where is Philippa?|- Fuck Philippa. Go!
Hey, what's wrong|with spiders?
Fucking spiders|made it all go boom.
- Boom, huh?|- Boom, fucking boom!
[Whispering]|What we have is a full house.
- We wanna bet 600,000 francs.|It pays 10 to one.|- Yeah.
[Chips Being Dispensed]
That's 6 million francs|we just won.
Take this million francs, put it on the ante,|and watch his face.
- [Siren Blaring]|- [Tires Screech]
[Clears Throat]|Check all cars in and out of Monte Carlo.
They're looking for burned hair|and singed eyebrows. I'm going to the casino.
- Casinos?|- Someone has to tell him he's blown it.
[Both Whispering, Indistinct]
[Whispering]|That's the manager.
Bon soir, monsieur.
- Says who?|- It's almost daylight.
- [Stacks Chips]|- Rosy-fingered dawn.
[Cards Being Dealt]
[Crowd Gasping, Murmuring]
- The house must retire.|- The house sleepy?
Cash, if you please.|Large denominations.
- And it's getting late.|- [Claps]
- [Whispering] The last rule.|- What?
If you're gonna win big,|do it with a girl called Anne.
- Okay?|- Hmm.
- You had a good night, my friend?|- Exceptional. And you?
- Well, exceptional too. I crashed a party.|- What kind of a party?
Well, a boom-fucking-boom one.|I apprehended a transvestite...
who had an interest in art and all along...
The safe is empty.
- [Hangs Up Telephone]|- I could accept a post-dated check.
- Tell him again, will you?|- Well, it seems someone cracked the safe.
Tell him, hey, of all nights,|just my luck.
- And I am awaiting legal advice.|- How long must we wait?
- I have a meeting in Paris.|- Shall we speed things up and arrest you now?
- Me? On what charges?|- Criminal conspiracy.
- [Roger] Criminal conspiracy|can be hard to prove.|- Impossible in my case.
I've been here all evening.|Look at that crowd.
All witnesses to my presence.|My behavior? Impeccable, I would say.
And to my luck, there hasn't been|a run of luck like that in Monte Carlo...
sinceJoseph Jaggers|broke the bank in 1872.
- 1873, sir.|- There's one way, of course,|the management could avoid paying.
- What are you implying, sir?|- It's unthinkable that a casino|would empty its own safe.
- [Rings]|- Its reputation...|- Its reputation is without peer.
- And your implication is beneath contempt.|- As I said, unthinkable.
- [French]|- [Phone Hanging Up]
- We will insist on a full investigation.|- You certainly should.
I mean, I would|if I was in your situation.
- Would you kindly put a "zock" in it, sir?|- A "zock"?
Put "zit"|in this mouth of yours.
Oh, you mean I should retire with my winnings|and keep my mouth shut?
- I mean shut the fuck up.|- Mmm.
- Wow!|- Ah, fuck! [Laughing]
- Yes! Yes! So, tell me again.|Which twin are you?|- The identical one.
- And which share do you get?|- He gets mine. I get his.
Do you always|share this way?
- Sharin' means carin'.|- Okay, okay!
- Hey, you won, you lunatic.|- [Chuckles]
It's not about winning, Roger.|It's about attitude.
Win or lose, you gotta|do 'em both with grace.
- You learn that in recovery?|- Change the things you can.|Accept the things you can't.
And learn the wisdom|to know the difference.
Ah, so, what's the difference between|a run of luck and a casino heist?
[Chuckles] Then again, Roger,|there are some eventualities...
that recovery|doesn't prepare you for.
No. No, no.|No difference, Bob.
- Very little, if you think about it.|- Well...
there'll be an investigation,|and I'll have to insist you stay in France.
- I'll never leave France.|- It could take some time.
- You'll have to talk to my lawyer.|- Who's your lawyer?
Have you any suggestions?
I have a friend of yours in custody|who'll need the best that money can buy.
I'd be careful, Roger. With this much money|she could sue you for damages.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You made it up to me.|Now, get off the phone. Yeah.
- You don't want to talk to Paulo, right?|- No.
- Tell him he doesn't live up|to my ideal of manhood.|- Is there anyone who does?
- Yeah.|- Who?
- My father.|- Oh.
He was a circus strong man.
He used to hang my mother from a high wire,|suspended from his teeth.
- Then one day his teeth broke.|- And?
She got two false legs,|and he got two false teeth.
You're bullshitting me.
- [Laughing]|- You sure?
You know, my mother was a rodeo queen,|and she used to wrangle bulls...
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