Action Man Page #2

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but with a red claret.

Oh, you know, mixing drinks...

Dont worry about mixing.

Tonight is a feast of friends:

if you collapse,

Ill be there to pick you up.

Come on:
lets get this inside

before the rain!

Come in.

I wont put the lights on:

she might wake up,

and thats not desirable.

Come, this way.

this is reminiscent of

my humble beginnings,

when I worked with a bloke called

Riton the Eel. Did you know him?

Riton the Eel?

- Yes. He was in the States in 1933.

I was seven.

- Oh, yes, of course.

Youll sleep in the room

at the end of the corridor.

The bed is always made for guests.

Oh? Did we wake you up?

We werent noisy, were we?

What are you doing with that torch?

Im burglarizing my own home.

Here, let me introduce

you to my friend Jim.

I told you about him:

Yankee Jim, who studied medicine.

My wife.

- Charmed, Im sure.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Where were you?

In "La Chaumire".

He came to vandalize it!

And I wondered what became of him.

Talk about coincidences!

I dont fully get it, but I suppose

your friend comes here to sleep.

Not only to sleep!

Hell live here.

Of course he will.

- I wont bother you, madam.

Youre not bothering me.

Of course youre

not bothering her.

No, youre not bothering her.

Here! Now you just have

to sleep:
this is your home.

Dont you have any luggage?

I didnt have the time

to pack a suitcase.

No, he doesnt have a suitcase.

And he doesnt have

pyjamas either.

Well, you can lend

him some, cant you?

What do you mean, lend?

Im going to give them to him.

And Im not going to

give him some pyjamas,

Im going to give him

all my pyjamas.

I cant put on several pyjamas.

I dont have a toothbrush either.

Did you hear that, Marie-Jeanne?

He doesnt have a toothbrush either.

You must admit hes unlucky.

Indeed. Now you should

go to bed.

Come on,

let your friend take a rest.

We cant let him sleep

stark naked, can we?

Say, you must show him your

book about Gothic cathedrals,

Im sure hell be pleased.

This guys knows a lot of things,

and he just loves Gothic stuff.

Youre getting crazy, Denis.

Of course Im not crazy.

Im a little bit in my cups,

but theres no harm done.

Dont you realize?

Such a gangster, here!

First hes no gangster:

hes a paratrooper.

Where is he from?

Well, better to come from there

than to go there.

I met him in Rushes Plain,

in 1950.

You werent even born yet.

Thats putting it a bit strong.

Thanks to me, he could get away

with his papers in order,

because they were

all on his trail:

the Vietnamese, the cops,

the Foreign Legion...

It keeps getting better.

We must hide him, because the others

are going to try and off him.

If I understand correctly,

somebodys always chasing him.

Cause hes a lion.

A crack, if you prefer.

I dont prefer anything.

Earlier, when he saw me...

well, he couldnt do it.

He straightened the situation,

so you should be happy.

Who wouldnt be?

Weve got to be careful:

nobody must see him.

What about the servants?

Tell them hes your American cousin

who works in export-import.

The things that I get to see,

living with you!

What about the pyjamas?

Wont you give him pyjamas?

See this car?

The bloke who gets out with a

briefcase, is a bank employee.

Every penultimate

day of the month,

there are several of them going back

and forth between here and

the "Banque de France".

As a measure of precaution,

they fetch the money

in small successive sums.

Alright, now this is the next

morning around 7:20 or 7:25.

The Americans prefer to come

and take away their soldiers pay

before the bank opens,

they think its safer.

You can see the captain

whos in charge of the operation.

This police van is a reinforcement

bonus, courtesy of the city council.

At this point, the money

is still in the strongroom

and will stay there until

the very last moment.

Now that everybodys here,

the captain knocks on the door.

The teller in chief opens,

in the company of the

night watchman,

whose job is over

and who goes away.

Now, were going to wait a little.

And its the same

at the end of every month?

Every month.

- Its a big project.

Yes indeed, but dont even dream

about attacking the convoy:

it would require all of

the bad guys in Katanga.

Im thinking of something else.

Are you aware of where we are?

- Over the bank.

Yes, and I own the whole floor.

Im also president of the amateur

movie-makers of the district.

At first, I didnt realize

how interesting that was,

but when I saw the convoy,

one morning, I started to think.

And little by little, I realized

the job was perfectly feasible.

But the first thing is:

we must know the

combination of the safe.

And do you?

- I can get it.

With one man in the place,

its possible.

And I can have a man hired

by the Legarec society

whos cleaning the whole bank

at the end of every month.

And I even know how to proceed

so the bloke wont know me.

Youre going to do this job?

Are you serious?

To tell you the truth, I was planning it

because it was a beauty,

but I wouldnt have

done it alone.

Since youre here, though,

Im itching to do it.

But arent you a rich man?

Yes, I am. What can I tell you?

Call it vice.

And also, let me

tell you one thing:

Im bloody bored! You cant imagine!

Im as bored as a dead rat!

On some nights,

I feel like Im 90 years old.

Would you do it?

- With you? Always.

Im warning you.

It will be no piece of cake.

We cant afford the tiniest slip.

Ah, you wanted to recoup your losses,

well, big guy, let me tell you youll be

able to count your assets again!

This is the dough coming out.

Do you see the satchels?

Three of them.

For a total of at least 500 millions

Does it inspire you?

Its a nice load.

The convoy is about to depart.

Now, theres only the teller

and the two cleaners from

Legarec inside the bank.

Alright. Now, youre going

to see the best part.

Its a dump truck, isnt it?

It is. And soon,

its going to be our friend.

What did you tell him?

To get a haircut and

never come here again.

What are you? Nuts?

Im the owner. From now on,

youll get laid by your boyfriends

elsewhere and on your own time.

You understand?

Oh, damn,

youve got a nerve!

If you think Im going to obey you

like a slave, you dont know me.

That was the third one this month,

and theyre getting

shabbier and shabbier.

So you want to direct

even my feelings?

Well see about that:

Im going to screw the first man

who happens to come in.

And if you dont like it...

- Please, be my guest...

Ladies and gentlemen.

If youre in need of affection, Gaston,

the lady's in a good mood.

What will you have, sir?

- A beer and a telephone token.

Give the gentleman a beer.

So? Is it done?

- The bloke is in the room.

How did it go?

- Very well.

Your system allowed me to

talk to him without being seen.

And what about the price?

Twenty millions.

But we can negotiate.

Its a fair price, you know.

Whats his name?

Maurice Labrousse,

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