Lucky Jo

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Gabriel, you got baby skin.

- "Fugit irreparabile tempus", guys.

- Come on, "Dominus vobiscum".

Hands up! Don't move!

I said don't move, blondie!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Bravo!

Nice job!

- Hey, it's not my fault.

- Come on, back away!

- I can't, Father.

- Back away to the end of the street!

Back away! Back away!

Hello guys!

Hello you!

Of course... winter time.

Winter looks smashing this year.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t... (in Latin)

Wait...

Maybe I can help you.

Maybe I know someone who

knows someone who knows...

- Someone who can take your fake bills.

- You think so? - I do. - Go on.

Fake bills... OK.

Fake bills?

Fake bills.

Hello guys!

Hello you!

Of course...

Summertime.

Summer time is a gas!

Simon...

You're not bored with the holidays.

Don't you want to get back to work?

- Why? You got a case?

- "Pulsate et imperiatur vobis".

Knock at the door and it will open.

A debutante's safe.

But it's a two men team.

Me...

and an expert

If you want an expert...

I'm your man.

That's it.

The maid leaves.

7:
03 AM.

7:
07 AM.

7113 AM.

Now! The boss lady comes in.

It's done.

- It's busy.

- Let's take the stairway.

No, there's another elevator.

Nice. It's here.

- What's happening?

- Sh*t!

Sh*t!

That's our luck. Elevator is

still out of order.

The court sentences Christopher Jowett

to a five year penalty and

his accomplice Simon Archambaut

to three years.

Of course it's spring time.

Is Mr Gabriel here?

Mr Farkas?

He'll be here in one hour.

I'm going to wait.

It's a niece piece.

What kind of glass is it?

- Sorry.

- The chandelier.

What kind of glass?

It's only glass.

What are you drinking?

Nothing. I'm just waiting.

- It's OK not to scream but we

can't hear you. - Come closer.

I said we have to steal two rides.

I want a Dauphine.

And you, what do you want?

A 404. I have it well in hand.

Tomorrow at 8 I'll stand at the corner.

When I see the van I'll take

my hands out of my pockets.

As soon as I see your hands I'm

starting from there with the Dauphine.

I run and I block the van.

Open the door to avoid it being blocked

in case the van crashes into you.

Same for me.

I get out and handle the driver.

I'll take care of the Van's door.

I'll leave my corner and

play traffic cop with my Thompson.

We load everything into the 404...

and we split. Take care with the Dauphine.

We leave it on the scene so

don't forget to wear gloves. Let's go.

- I have to see Raton.

- You said he was OK with the deal?

- He takes the gold but we still have to

talk about the bills. - You're optimistic.

We can encounter some intangible facts

tomorrow if you see what I mean.

I have a lousy horoscope.

Lost. Your turn.

Jo?

Yes.

I'm Paul Garnier, Gabriel's partner.

Hi Paul!

From Gabriel.

- He's sick?

- No, busy. Bye.

I'll come to see him tomorrow then.

- It's no use.

- Why?

One becomes superstitious in the long run.

What's it mean?

We can't say that the guys who

worked with you were entirely successful.

From now on when you

visit them they're busy.

Say, Paul...

I'd like to ask you a question.

Shoot.

Your chandelier.

What kind of glass is it?

Baccarat, Venetian or Bohemian glass?

- You're kidding? - Not at all. I find it

intriguing. Such beautiful glass.

Bye Paul.

"Ab imo pectore".

Hi Napo!

I forgot what it means.

"From the bottom of my head I salute you."

You have grey hairs now.

- "Fugit irreparabile tempus".

- You see, you remember now.

We didn't get you at your exit.

I noticed that.

Gabriel has a chandelier.

You have some small lampshades

but in jail it's only

naked light bulbs.

- There's something funny about light bulbs.

- You've seen Gabriel?

And Simon?

Not yet.

We don't see Simon anymore.

He's out of the driving business.

Gee... I thought he still

had that garage in Bougival.

You want me to laugh at your

crack or you just don't care?

I'd like you to laugh.

Good old Jo, always the same kidder, you're

so funny you'll make me die laughing.

It suits you better?

It's fine.

It smells like a kitchen here. Follow me.

It's simple. The last time we

saw Simon was when he married.

- He's married?

- Of course, since we were the witnesses.

Nice weather.

- You have some plans?

- No.

You counted on our help?

Not really.

We like you well but...

we can't work with

you anymore, you see?

Gabriel and I had some expenses.

Him for his club, me for my restaurant.

We have a few projects ahead...

but not with you. You understand?

Don't worry. I get it.

Take this.

Don't be dumb.

You remember the drunken nights we used

to have when one of us was out of jail?

Yes, I remember.

And Mimi?

She stayed clean for two years.

Now I believe she hangs out with a gypsy.

As jealous as Victor Hugo.

- He was jealous?

- Assuredly.

She still sings?

Well, she opens her mouth and

some sound come out.

Just at the end of the street.

At the "Petit Pig".

Want to see her again?

I have to go back.

Give me some news.

But not too soon, huh?

"Supremum vale".

I told you, I forgot everything.

It means...

farewell.

- Jo...

- From the hat to his socks.

- What're you doing in your night gown?

We were waiting for you. - Wait a minute.

- I have to move the little chain.

- I see. You missed something, you know...

We had so much fun.

Gabriel and Napo wanted

to celebrate so...

They came for you?

- Of course.

- Good for you.

I couldn't come...

- Too much work, you understand...

- Of course.

It's where I live.

It's cosy.

- You had diner?

- Not yet.

- But you were sleeping?

- Not at all, there's a good show on TV.

A football game?

This is your good show?

You're in front of the screen.

Heavens!

A woman...

I had completely forgotten

about your existence, Madame.

My name is Adeline, Monsieur.

- And you're Jo?

- Yes, Madame.

- You left jail this morning?

- No, Madame.

This afternoon.

You always keep your hat on?

- You always sleep completely naked?

- In jail too?

In winter too?

Anyway it's not very

appropriate in a house.

- Some say it brings bad luck.

- You're superstitious?

- It would be the least.

- OK, I see, I'm damned then.

That's it.

Poor Simon.

I don't even understand how

you could cross his path.

Well...

Now you're going to close your

eyes because I want to get up.

OK, I'm gone, darling.

You can stay tucked in.

I couldn't find much.

I opened a can.

You know, I've had my

share of canned goods in jail...

- I'm sorry...

- Tell me, Simon.

You still like me?

What's wrong Jo?

It'd give me a great pleasure

to munch into a big green apple

which tastes like a real apple.

You got that in your fridge?

I have better than apples in a fridge.

Follow me.

Cherries from a cherry tree.

It's alright with you?

- It's OK.

- Wait, there's a ladder over there.

Careful. Don't walk

onto the little lettuces.

What else are you growing?

A bit of everything.

Herb, herbs...

Laurel... and the rest.

So that's the smell

we smell that smells so strong.

Now...

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