A Gang Story Page #2

I wasn't there.

I farmed out the job. Big mistake.

I did 30 months in jail for you.

Because I loved you.

Seemed normal.

Now I don't know what's normal.

It's doing what you have to,

whatever the risks.

Will that help me sleep?

If I hadn't acted,

I'd have been sleepless for life.

Thinking of Serge in the pen.

F*** Serge!

I think of our kids.

Of our life before

he came back to screw it up.

You miss prison that much?

Cut it out, go to bed.

Sure.

Hey, bro!

You OK?

Welcome back.

Your pal's better.

The doc fixed him up.

Here's your dough!

Now scram!

Out of my sight!

Where to? Every cop's after us.

I know a place for you, Carlo.

Where no one I'll find you.

You heard Momon?

Get lost!

Scram!

What'll you tell Lilou?

That her troubles are over.

Momon?

When youd get out?

- 3 weeks ago.

You doing fine?

I'm getting by.

What's your racket?

Break-ins, car thefts...

Whatever.

I got jobs for you.

Interested?

Depends.

Monday, be at the Caf Parisien.

Come, it's up to you.

Jean Dauger's gang are big time.

He's a top mobster.

But there's rules:

You into politics?

- No.

Not at all.

You should be.

If the lefties ever get elected,

guys like us with a record,

will be in camps like the Jews.

They wanna prevent that.

They're the S.A.C.

De Gaulle's secret guys.

They find us heists,

we do them, and we split the loot.

The dough finances

a party to fight lefties.

Riton.

- Chavez.

Things OK, Raoul?

My gypsy pal:

Momon Vidal.

We were cellmates.

Hi.

Berri, Cheveux,

Raoul, Riton.

Nick the Greek.

Let's go!

We'll be up against 4 cops

with machine guns and 5 guards.

We heard they expect a heist,

so it may get rough.

Doesn't scare me.

Me, neither.

If there's loot to grab, I'm in.

And you, Greek boy?

I'm so strapped,

I'm hustling old biddies

at tea dances.

Count me in.

Kid?

I'll do like Chavez.

Fine.

In my view, a good stick-up

is like an army assault.

Back up car:

have one,

in case the first breaks down.

With a set of license plates

for each county you cross.

Return route:

after each job,

take the longest way home.

If it's 300 miles, make it 1000.

Take back roads,

avoid interstate highways,

and towns with State cops.

It's how you dodge roadblocks.

Means casing roads, fatigue.

But a 20-hour drive

beats 20 years in the pen.

Put down your gun!

Hands on your head.

I got it.

Look down!

Tax Collection Center, Dec 30, 1970

Cops!

Don't move!

Evreux Post Office, April 13, 1971

I spoke to Chavez.

He'll take you on.

I won't work with De Gaulle's thugs.

I thought Chavez was big time.

Yeah, but the others

stink of death.

We line our pockets

for 6 months, then split.

They'll teach me the craft.

Then I'll set up my own gang.

It'll just be us.

Went OK?

No cops on the road?

Come along.

Quite a load of booze!

- Why not!

So it's an all-guy fiesta!

The chicks'll be right up.

Guys.

Raoul's bro.

Hey, kid.

Relax, kid.

Wanna see hoods? You got 'em.

Sit down, it's happy time.

Chavez, why'd you do that?

I hear you work with jokers.

And flash your dough.

So people wonder where it came from.

Your kid bro brags

you hit the jackpot.

He's 17, he won't talk.

Too late.

- I did nothing, sir.

Gonna shut your trap?

I'm gonna quit, Joan.

Quit what?

I'm through with stickups.

I want my dough,

then I raise my kid.

What's this sh*t?

Momon!

You're not made for baby bottles.

You'll be bored shitless.

Your chick feed you that crap?

One last job,

then you do what you want.

Got a problem?

Momon wants to quit.

I heard you set up your own gang.

And plan to cross us.

True or bullshit?

Don't buttfuck me, gypsy.

Keep doing what you're told.

You only quit when I say so.

When do I get my 200 grand?

When I can pay you, kid.

I'm not your kid.

I did big jobs.

Gimme my dough and we're quits.

Get down, Janou!

You OK?

We gotta stand up to them.

Or the f***ers won't stop.

You got too much on them.

They tried to waste

your wife and kid. They're pigs.

They're in with the politicos

and local cops.

If we do one in,

cops'll be on our ass.

We already got 'em on our ass.

It's better than being

dumped in a hole, eaten by worms.

So what do we do?

Jeannot!

On your knees!

You're being dumb, Momon.

We got big backers.

They'll come after you.

France is at stake here.

Your whole family'll pay, mofo!

Dammit, Momon!

I taught you everything!

You won't be big man.

Just a turd.

You screwed me.

Wasn't my doing!

We'll start a new gang.

We'll be rolling in dough.

You can have all I got.

Even my chateau.

Screw your chateau!

Dirty f***er!

I've set up a bed and food up there.

Your friend must be gone in a week.

Thanks, Father.

How's Janou?

OK.

And your kids?

Stan just had a son.

How many times you a grandpa?

Seven.

Hats off!

Dunno how you do it.

I grow older.

And you, Danny?

Still count your hair

in the mirror?

In the slammer,

you wore a hairnet to save 'em.

Remember that jerk?

Even in jail, he was vain.

It was implants or a shorter dick:

I shortened my dick.

All the chicks complained.

Thanks for what you did, guys.

I didn't want to die in jail.

What's all this with Zerbib?

Forget that f***er. It's my problem.

Serge,

when goons tail me

and threaten me, it's mine too.

I owe him some dough.

How much?

A lot.

- What's a lot?

A lot I said.

Serge,

if you screwed Zerbib, tell us.

I screwed nobody, Momon!

How long you known me?

I owe that creep money.

I can't pay it back.

Maybe we can help, right?

If you wanna help me,

hide Lilou and her kid

in a safe spot.

and you're grim.

Cheers!

To the Lyons Gang!

To the Lyons Gang!

Here they come.

Hands up!

Throw out your guns!

Move it!

Pull up!

Open the trunk. Move!

"Who's behind the Lyons gang?

"After their holdups

all over France,

"a new record:

the Mulhouse post office!

"Over a million, in small bills."

Sh*t, guys! We're stars!

To the Lyons Gang!

I'm a farm boy, dummies.

Don't talk crap, Serge.

"The Farm boy Gang strikes again."

That's no headline!

Shut up and eat your sausage.

Here, Serge.

When's the next stickup?

Maybe Burgundy.

There's dough to grab.

Then we slow down.

Cops are moving in.

Wanna quit? I got a scam.

Dope deal in Spain.

Mucho moolah, less risk.

Sergio wants in on it.

Pays 10 times more.

It's like 10 heists on one run.

I want no part of that filth.

Give it.

Go check the horses.

They're yours?

Yours and mine.

Have fun.

Bedrooms are upstairs.

Christo'll do the shopping

and protect you.

You're safe here,

nobody knows the place.

For how long?

Time to settle things.

And Carlo?

He's not here?

Carlo's dead, Lilou.

Did my dad kill him?

Tell him not to come

and kiss us goodbye.

Carlo was my son's dad.

What do I tell Lucas?

That his dad was a pig

who deserved his death.

Tell him that.

You think that too?

I just care for you and the kid.

Why'd you do so much for Serge?

Because he's like a brother to me.

Serge, wake up!

There's cops everywhere!

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